<?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-2138970653125228647</id><updated>2011-11-30T08:41:52.754-08:00</updated><category term='RAY CHARLES'/><category term='JEALOUSY'/><category term='OJOS DE BRUJO'/><category term='HOMBRES G'/><category term='POWERMAN 5000'/><category term='COLDPLAY'/><category term='GREEN DAY'/><category term='HILARY DUFF'/><category term='DEPT.'/><category term='JASON MRAZ'/><category term='HAMLET'/><category term='MOULIN ROUGE'/><category term='THE OFFSPRING'/><category term='BLIND GUARDIAN'/><category term='ZUCCHERO'/><category term='PUSSYCAT DOLLS'/><category term='SKA-P'/><category term='MAGO DE ÖZ'/><category term='LOS FABULOSOS CADILLACS'/><category term='NELLY FURTADO'/><category term='DUSMINGUET'/><category term='NATALIE IMBRUGLIA'/><category term='COUNTING CROWS'/><category term='ENRIQUE IGLESIAS'/><category term='LOS RODRIGUEZ'/><category term='DUNCAN DHU'/><category term='TONY ROLAND'/><category term='SCATMAN'/><category term='GOSSOS'/><category term='CYCLE'/><category term='GERTRUDIS'/><category term='PIRATAS'/><category term='SCISSOR SISTERS'/><category term='THE BUGGLES'/><category term='LA HABITACIÓN ROJA'/><category term='ROXETTE'/><category term='AMPARANOIA'/><category term='FOOL&apos;S GARDEN'/><category term='HIM'/><category term='ROBBIE WILLIAMS'/><category term='MANÁ'/><category term='MACACO'/><category term='MALA RODRIGUEZ'/><category term='ANASTACIA'/><category term='SONATA ARCTICA'/><category term='OASIS'/><category term='LINKIN PARK'/><category term='SYSTEM OF A DOWN'/><category term='CORONA'/><category term='CRANBERRIES'/><category term='EVANESCENCE'/><category term='NIRVANA'/><category term='ELS PETS'/><category term='HORIZON'/><category term='PAULINA RUBIO'/><category term='U2'/><category term='DEPECHE MODE'/><category term='WITHIN TEMPTATION'/><category term='ALEJANDRO SANZ'/><category term='ANGRA'/><category term='MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE'/><title type='text'>Adnethile's Songs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138970653125228647.post-639862304560851278</id><published>2008-06-06T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:17:19.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HILARY DUFF'/><title type='text'>STANGER - HILARY DUFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:85%;color:#366092;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Nobody believes me when I tell them that you're out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Nobody believes me when I tell them that there's so much you hide&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a queen when we go out,&lt;br /&gt;wanna show everyone what our love's about&lt;br /&gt;All wrapped up in me whenever there is a crowd&lt;br /&gt;But when no ones around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no kindness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;he way you look at me, it's just not right&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time&lt;br /&gt;Theres a stranger in my life&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room?&lt;br /&gt;You made yourself look perfect in everyway&lt;br /&gt;So when this goes down, I'm the one that will be blamed&lt;br /&gt;Your plan is working so you can just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Baby your secret's safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no kindness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;he way you look at me, it's just not right&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a stranger in my life&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long way back, from this place we arrived&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all the time I've wasted, I could cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no kindness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;he way you look at me, it's just not right&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time&lt;br /&gt;Theres a stranger in my life&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no kindness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me, it's just not right&lt;br /&gt;I can tell whats going on this time&lt;br /&gt;Theres a stranger in my life&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person i once knew&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you?&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-639862304560851278?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/639862304560851278/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=639862304560851278' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/639862304560851278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/639862304560851278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2008/06/stanger-hilary-duff.html' title='STANGER - HILARY DUFF'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-3546960553732495932</id><published>2008-06-06T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:14:15.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JASON MRAZ'/><title type='text'>I'M YOURS - JASON MRAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:85%;color:#e36c09;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but your so hot that i melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, and i'm tryin to get back&lt;br /&gt;before the cool done run out i'll be givin it my best test&lt;br /&gt;and nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more,&lt;br /&gt;no more, it cannot wait i'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love love love&lt;br /&gt;listen to the music at the moment maybe sing with me&lt;br /&gt;Ah, la peaceful melody&lt;br /&gt;It's your god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved Loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i won't hesitate no more,&lt;br /&gt;no more, it cannot wait i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to complicate our time is short&lt;br /&gt;this is our fate, i'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;and so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm a sayin'is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;to rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;it's what we aim to do&lt;br /&gt;our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait, i'm sure&lt;br /&gt;(there's no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;our time is short&lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait, i'm yours 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no please don't complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;this is our fate, im yours.&lt;br /&gt;no please don't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;it cannot wait, the sky is yours!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;ah, la one big family&lt;br /&gt;it's your god forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved&lt;br /&gt;open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;open up your plans and damn you're free&lt;br /&gt;look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;ah, la happy family&lt;br /&gt;it's our god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved&lt;br /&gt;listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;ah, la peaceful melodies&lt;br /&gt;it's you god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-3546960553732495932?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/3546960553732495932/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=3546960553732495932' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3546960553732495932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3546960553732495932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-yours-jason-mraz.html' title='I&apos;M YOURS - JASON MRAZ'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-5513595279105697217</id><published>2008-06-06T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:11:31.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NELLY FURTADO'/><title type='text'>DO IT - NELLY FURTADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00b050;"&gt;You're standing at the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to the floor&lt;br /&gt;You look even better than you did before&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I can do this&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while but I couldn't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little look has got me feeling things&lt;br /&gt;Just a little taste has got me seeing things&lt;br /&gt;Just a little touch has got me off the chains&lt;br /&gt;Doing things that I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it like you do it to me (I'm burning up)&lt;br /&gt;Do it like you do it to me (it's not enough)&lt;br /&gt;Do it like you do it to me just open up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know how much I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting real close and I can feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;I wanna touch your hand but I lay back&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you know this thing could sprial in the night&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind I'm ready for you this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting real close I can feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;I wanna touch your hand but I lay back&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting real close I can feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-5513595279105697217?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/5513595279105697217/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=5513595279105697217' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5513595279105697217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5513595279105697217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-it.html' title='DO IT - NELLY FURTADO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-5993539248147900897</id><published>2007-10-16T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:13:18.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOSSOS'/><title type='text'>TOT ÉS FOSC - GOSSOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#f79646;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tot és fosc,&lt;br /&gt;només una espurna,&lt;br /&gt;és la nineta dels teus ulls&lt;br /&gt;va pampallugant.&lt;br /&gt;Avui potser&lt;br /&gt;em diràs adéu,&lt;br /&gt;i una llàgrima,&lt;br /&gt;pels teus ulls caurà.&lt;br /&gt;Vols ser lliure,&lt;br /&gt;vols ser un altre falcó en el cel,&lt;br /&gt;però tot just del niu&lt;br /&gt;acabes de marxar.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa en tu&lt;br /&gt;i pensa en el que vols trobar,&lt;br /&gt;pensa en mi&lt;br /&gt;i pensa en el que et puc donar.&lt;br /&gt;Encara no sé, com et&lt;br /&gt;diré que t'estimo&lt;br /&gt;i que amb tu vull continuar.&lt;br /&gt;I que les llàgrimes no&lt;br /&gt;són de plorar,&lt;br /&gt;sinó és el cor, que no&lt;br /&gt;para de sagnar.&lt;br /&gt;Encara no saps,&lt;br /&gt;quin camí has de seguir.&lt;br /&gt;El blanc o el negre,&lt;br /&gt;aquí no hi ha entremig.&lt;br /&gt;I al final, al final segur trobaràs&lt;br /&gt;allò que sempre has desijat&lt;br /&gt;algú que estigui al teu costat.&lt;br /&gt;I encara no sé...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-5993539248147900897?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/5993539248147900897/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=5993539248147900897' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5993539248147900897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5993539248147900897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/10/tot-s-fosc-gossos.html' title='TOT ÉS FOSC - GOSSOS'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138970653125228647.post-9165394490677535944</id><published>2007-06-07T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:24:15.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U2'/><title type='text'>VERTIGO - U2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Unos, dos, tres, catorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it up loud, captain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights go down&lt;br /&gt;It's dark&lt;br /&gt;The jungle is your head&lt;br /&gt;Can't rule your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Than I thought&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are wide&lt;br /&gt;And though your soul&lt;br /&gt;it can't be bought&lt;br /&gt;your mind can wander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Hello&lt;br /&gt;Hola! [Spanish for Hello]&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a place called vertigo (¿Dónde está?) [Where is it?]&lt;br /&gt;It's everything I wish I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Except you give me something I can feel&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is full of holes&lt;br /&gt;Those bullets rip the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of ink with gold&lt;br /&gt;They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;They know that they can't dance&lt;br /&gt;At least they know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sell the beat&lt;br /&gt;I'm askin' for the cheque&lt;br /&gt;Girl with crimson nails&lt;br /&gt;Has Jesus 'round the neck&lt;br /&gt;Swinging to the music&lt;br /&gt;Swinging to the music&lt;br /&gt;Woooao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Hello&lt;br /&gt;Hola!&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a place called Vertigo (¿Dónde está?) [Where is it?]&lt;br /&gt;It's everything I wish I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;But you give me something I can feel&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check mated&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hours of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this, all of this can be yours&lt;br /&gt;All of this, all of this can be yours&lt;br /&gt;All of this, all of this can be yours&lt;br /&gt;Just give me what I want and no-one gets hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Hello&lt;br /&gt;Hola!&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a place called Vertigo&lt;br /&gt;Lights go down and all I know&lt;br /&gt;Is that you give me something I can feel&lt;br /&gt;You're teaching me ...aaahhh&lt;br /&gt;Your love is teaching me how&lt;br /&gt;How to kneel&lt;br /&gt;Kneel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-9165394490677535944?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/9165394490677535944/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=9165394490677535944' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/9165394490677535944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/9165394490677535944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/vertigo-u2.html' title='VERTIGO - U2'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-1811613248524572019</id><published>2007-06-07T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:21:35.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE OFFSPRING'/><title type='text'>PRETTY FLY - THE OFFSPRING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#cc99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untem, gliben, glaussen, glauben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me, baby, huh huh, huh huh&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me, baby, huh huh, huh huh&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me, baby, huh huh, huh huh&lt;br /&gt;And all the girlies say I’m pretty fly for a white guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinquo, senco, ses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it’s kinda hard just to get along today&lt;br /&gt;Our subject isn’t cool, but he fakes it anyway&lt;br /&gt;He may not have a clue and he may not have style&lt;br /&gt;But everything he lacks, well, he makes up in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t debate, a player straight&lt;br /&gt;You know he really doesn’t get it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Gonna play the field, and keep it real&lt;br /&gt;For you, no way, for you, no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don’t rate, just overcompensate&lt;br /&gt;At least, you’ll know you can always go on ricki lake&lt;br /&gt;The world needs wannabes&lt;br /&gt;So hey hey, do that brand new thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me, baby, huh huh, huh huh&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me, baby, huh huh, huh huh&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me, baby, huh huh, huh huh&lt;br /&gt;And all the girlies say I’m pretty fly for a white guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice&lt;br /&gt;But they didn’t have ice cube, so he bought vanilla ice&lt;br /&gt;Now cruising in his pinto, he sees homies as he pass&lt;br /&gt;But if he looks twice, they’re gonna kick his lily ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t debate, a player straight&lt;br /&gt;You know he really doesn’t get it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Gonna play the field, and keep it real&lt;br /&gt;For you, no way, for you, no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don’t rate, just overcompensate&lt;br /&gt;At least, you’ll know you can always go on ricki lake&lt;br /&gt;The world likes wannabes&lt;br /&gt;So hey hey, do that brand new thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he’s getting a tattoo, yeah, he’s gettin’ ink done&lt;br /&gt;He asked for a 13, but they drew a 31&lt;br /&gt;Friends say he’s trying too hard and he’s not quite hip&lt;br /&gt;But in his own mind, he’s the, he’s the dopest trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me, baby, huh huh, huh huh&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me, baby, huh huh, huh huh&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me, baby, huh huh, huh huh&lt;br /&gt;Uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinquo, senco, ses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t debate, a player straight&lt;br /&gt;You know he really doesn’t get it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Gonna play the field, and keep it real&lt;br /&gt;For you, no way, for you, no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don’t rate, just overcompensate&lt;br /&gt;At least, you’ll know you can always go on ricki lake&lt;br /&gt;The world needs wannabes&lt;br /&gt;The world loves wannabes&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get some more wannabes&lt;br /&gt;And hey hey, do that brand new thing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-1811613248524572019?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/1811613248524572019/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=1811613248524572019' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1811613248524572019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1811613248524572019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/pretty-fly-offspring.html' title='PRETTY FLY - THE OFFSPRING'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-2874070268192687359</id><published>2007-06-07T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:17:03.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUSMINGUET'/><title type='text'>RUMBETA BONA - DUSMINGUET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rumba, rumba, rumbeta bona &lt;br /&gt;de tan bona l’amor s’hi posa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obre’t d’orella a orella &lt;br /&gt;i deixa entrar això que porto jo &lt;br /&gt;que si deixes que corri l’aire &lt;br /&gt;podras trobar-hi aquesta cançó &lt;br /&gt;que la casa vaig deixar tancada &lt;br /&gt;i l’he feta malbé &lt;br /&gt;que pensant que així la cuidava &lt;br /&gt;m’he quedat sol, jo pel carrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumba, rumba, rumbeta bona &lt;br /&gt;de tan bona l’amor s’hi posa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El que et deixo no són promeses &lt;br /&gt;ni regals de bon mariner &lt;br /&gt;tan sols et deixo una mica d’aire &lt;br /&gt;que vull que et bufi, bufi l’enteniment &lt;br /&gt;que la rumba que ara vola &lt;br /&gt;no es paga amb calés &lt;br /&gt;vola que vola amb ella &lt;br /&gt;i oblida’t d’aquest mal mentider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumba, rumba, rumbeta bona &lt;br /&gt;de tan bona l’amor s’hi posa &lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-2874070268192687359?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2874070268192687359/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2874070268192687359' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2874070268192687359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2874070268192687359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/rumbeta-bona-dusminguet.html' title='RUMBETA BONA - DUSMINGUET'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-2675847843814106580</id><published>2007-06-07T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:14:10.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PIRATAS'/><title type='text'>PROMESAS QUE NO VALEN NADA - PIRATAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Prometo no mandar más cartas y no pasar por aquí&lt;br /&gt;Prometo no llamarte más y ni inventar ni mentir&lt;br /&gt;Prometo no seguir viviendo así, prometo no pensar en tí&lt;br /&gt;Prometo dedicarme solamente a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometo que a partir de ahora lucharé por cambiar&lt;br /&gt;Prometo que no me verás, que no voy a molestar&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que lo digo de verdad, que no voy a fallarte en nada&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo mucha fuerza de voluntad, que no te fallaré en nada&lt;br /&gt;Prometo no seguir así, prometo que no voy a pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;Prometo dedicarme solamente a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el aire que me sobre alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Y el tiempo que se quede en nada&lt;br /&gt;Nunca más escucharé tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Energía nunca liberada&lt;br /&gt;Promesas que se perderán en estas cuatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;Como lágrimas en la lluvia se irán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento que no tengo sueño y no puedo descansar&lt;br /&gt;Invento más de mil palabras y busco una verdad&lt;br /&gt;Intento que suenen de forma genial&lt;br /&gt;Intento que no digan nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada siempre es toda la verdad&lt;br /&gt;Nada significa nada&lt;br /&gt;Prometo las promesas que me hice a mí&lt;br /&gt;Prometo pensar en tí&lt;br /&gt;Ahora prometo solo pensar en tí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hago que suenen de forma genial&lt;br /&gt;Prometo que no dicen nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada siempre es toda la verdad&lt;br /&gt;Nada significa nada&lt;br /&gt;Palabras que no dicen nada en estas cuatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;Promesas que no valen nada, nada, nada, nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el aire que me sobre alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Y el tiempo que se quede en nada&lt;br /&gt;Nunca más escucharé tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Energía nunca liberada&lt;br /&gt;Promesas que se perderán en estas cuatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;Como lágrimas en la lluvía se irán &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-2675847843814106580?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2675847843814106580/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2675847843814106580' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2675847843814106580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2675847843814106580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/promesas-que-no-valen-nada-piratas.html' title='PROMESAS QUE NO VALEN NADA - PIRATAS'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8749196114384499399</id><published>2007-06-07T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:11:10.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORONA'/><title type='text'>THE RHYTHM OF THE NIGHT - CORONA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#ff0080;"&gt;This is the rhythm of the night &lt;br /&gt;The night, oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of the night &lt;br /&gt;This is the rhythm of my life &lt;br /&gt;My life, oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could put some joy upon my face &lt;br /&gt;Oh, sunshine in an empty place &lt;br /&gt;Take me to turn to, and babe I'll make you stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can see of your pain &lt;br /&gt;Tell you give me love again &lt;br /&gt;Round and round we go, each time I hear you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the rhythm of the night &lt;br /&gt;The night, oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of the night &lt;br /&gt;This is the rhythm of my life &lt;br /&gt;My life, oh yeah &lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you teach me how to love and learn &lt;br /&gt;There'll be nothing left for me to yearn &lt;br /&gt;Think of me and burn, and let me hold your hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna face the world in tears &lt;br /&gt;Please think again, I'm on my knees &lt;br /&gt;Sing that song to me, no reason to repent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna say it &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/2138970653125228647-8749196114384499399?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8749196114384499399/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8749196114384499399' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8749196114384499399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8749196114384499399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/rhythm-of-night-corona.html' title='THE RHYTHM OF THE NIGHT - CORONA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-3856044955524754001</id><published>2007-06-07T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:07:08.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGO DE ÖZ'/><title type='text'>HASTA QUE EL CUERPO AGUANTE - MAGO DE ÖZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puedes arrancarme el corazn del pecho&lt;br /&gt;Y convertir en murmullo tenue mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Reducir toda una vida slo a un rengln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedes sobre m dar opinin sesgada&lt;br /&gt;Criticar mi oficio que no es porvenir!&lt;br /&gt;Que alimento la hoguera de la imaginacin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede que la lluvia caiga sobre el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Que el mar, confundido, vaya a un ro a morir&lt;br /&gt;Que en la noche cante el gallo a la maana&lt;br /&gt;Que con las nimas se fue a divertir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo con la pasin a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;Entre estrofas encontraras mi hogar&lt;br /&gt;Ella espera a que regrese&lt;br /&gt;Y mientras yo guardo sus besos y su voz&lt;br /&gt;En mi corazn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco en el camino todas las respuestas&lt;br /&gt;Y me he dado cuenta que estn en mi&lt;br /&gt;Comunicador de sueos quiero ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msico soy, msico ser&lt;br /&gt;Conductor de sensaciones a tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Fabrico recuerdos que atas con nostalgia a mi cancin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jams podr dejarla&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida es una cancin&lt;br /&gt;Soy escultor del alma&lt;br /&gt;Soy msico y amo en clave de sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que aguante mi voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos locos de atar&lt;br /&gt;Somos trovadores que en tu ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Damos pinceladas de color&lt;br /&gt;A tu gris realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos mitad caballeros&lt;br /&gt;Mitad bohemios y embusteros&lt;br /&gt;No somos lo que un padre quiere&lt;br /&gt;Para su hijita bebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que el cuerpo aguante&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que quiera mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que el cuerpo aguante&lt;br /&gt;Seguir viviendo tal como soy &lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-3856044955524754001?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/3856044955524754001/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=3856044955524754001' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3856044955524754001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3856044955524754001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/hasta-que-el-cuerpo-aguante-mago-de-z.html' title='HASTA QUE EL CUERPO AGUANTE - MAGO DE ÖZ'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-6538217012394688877</id><published>2007-06-07T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:03:35.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLIND GUARDIAN'/><title type='text'>MIRROR MIRROR - BLIND GUARDIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far, far beyond the island&lt;br /&gt;We dwelt in shades of twilight&lt;br /&gt;Through dread and weary days&lt;br /&gt;Through grief and endless pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lies unknown&lt;br /&gt;The land of mine&lt;br /&gt;A hidden gate&lt;br /&gt;To save us from the shadow fall&lt;br /&gt;The lord of water spoke&lt;br /&gt;In the silence&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the end of all&lt;br /&gt;Be aware the storm gets closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror Mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;True hope lies beyond the coast&lt;br /&gt;You're a damned kind can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That the winds will change&lt;br /&gt;Mirror Mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;True hope lies beyond the coast&lt;br /&gt;You're a damned kind can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrows bears insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone's the wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Of a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;A world in fire and chains and fear&lt;br /&gt;Leads me to a place so far&lt;br /&gt;Deep down it lies my secret vision&lt;br /&gt;I better keep it safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I leave my friends alone&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in my twilight hall&lt;br /&gt;(I) know the world is lost in fire&lt;br /&gt;Sure there is no way to turn it&lt;br /&gt;Back to the old days&lt;br /&gt;Of bliss and cheerful laughter&lt;br /&gt;We're lost in barren lands&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the running flames&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;How shall we leave the lost road&lt;br /&gt;Time's getting short so follow me&lt;br /&gt;A leader's task so clearly&lt;br /&gt;To find a path out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror Mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;True hope lies beyond the coast&lt;br /&gt;You're a damned kind can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That the winds will change&lt;br /&gt;Mirror Mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;True hope lies beyond the coast&lt;br /&gt;You're a damned kind can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That the winds will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though&lt;br /&gt;The storm calmed down&lt;br /&gt;The bitter end&lt;br /&gt;Is just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we dare the dragon&lt;br /&gt;Merciless he's poisoning our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How shall we leave the lost road&lt;br /&gt;Time's getting short so follow me&lt;br /&gt;A leader's task so clearly&lt;br /&gt;To find a path out of the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-6538217012394688877?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/6538217012394688877/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=6538217012394688877' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6538217012394688877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6538217012394688877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/mirror-mirror-blind-guardian.html' title='MIRROR MIRROR - BLIND GUARDIAN'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-5582954630786465683</id><published>2007-06-07T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T15:01:19.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROXETTE'/><title type='text'>SLEEPING IN MY CAR - ROXETTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tell you what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;Been driving all nite just to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;Baby Babe - I'm moving so fast&lt;br /&gt;You'd better come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon is alright&lt;br /&gt;The freeway's heading south&lt;br /&gt;My heart is going Boom!&lt;br /&gt;There's a strange taste in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Baby Babe - I'm moving real fast&lt;br /&gt;So try to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Try to hold on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - I will undress you&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - I will caress you&lt;br /&gt;Staying in the back seat of my car making up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come out tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you for a ride&lt;br /&gt;This steamy ol' wagon&lt;br /&gt;The radio is getting wild&lt;br /&gt;Baby Babe - we're moving so fast&lt;br /&gt;I try to hang on&lt;br /&gt;Try to hang on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - I will undress you&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - I will caress you&lt;br /&gt;Staying in the back seat of my car making love, oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - I will possess you&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - certainly bless you&lt;br /&gt;Laying in the back seat of my car making up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is so pretty and so young&lt;br /&gt;The night is so pretty and so youngSo very young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - I will undress you&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - I will caress you&lt;br /&gt;Staying in the back seat of my car making love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - I will possess you&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my car - certainly bless you&lt;br /&gt;Laying in the back seat of my car making up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will undress you&lt;br /&gt;I will undress you.&lt;br /&gt;The night is so pretty and so young.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-5582954630786465683?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/5582954630786465683/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=5582954630786465683' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5582954630786465683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5582954630786465683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleeping-in-my-car-roxette.html' title='SLEEPING IN MY CAR - ROXETTE'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-268924495548603075</id><published>2007-06-07T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:58:47.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCISSOR SISTERS'/><title type='text'>I DON'T FEEL LIKE DANCIN' - SCISSOR SISTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wake up in the morning with a head like what you doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be the life but I don't need another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck cuttin' nothin', carrying on, you wear them gowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how come I feel so lonely when you're up getting down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I play along when I hear that favourite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be the one who gets it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better know when you're swingin' round the room&lt;br /&gt;Look's like magic's soley yours tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like dancin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the old Joanna plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart could take a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my two feet can't find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that I could muster up a little soft, shoe gentle sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't feel like dancin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sir, no dancin' today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I find nothin' better to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you pick a tune when I'm not in the mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like dancin', dancin'&lt;br /&gt;Rather be home with no-one when I can't get down with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cities come and cities go just like the old empires&lt;br /&gt;When all you do is change your clothes and call that versatile.&lt;br /&gt;You got so many colours make a blind man so confused.&lt;br /&gt;Then why can't I keep up when you're the only thing I lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;class&gt;[I Don't Feel Like Dancin' lyrics on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-268924495548603075?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/268924495548603075/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=268924495548603075' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/268924495548603075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/268924495548603075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-feel-like-dancin-scissor-sisters.html' title='I DON&apos;T FEEL LIKE DANCIN&apos; - SCISSOR SISTERS'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-3694193812080001460</id><published>2007-06-07T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:56:19.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMPARANOIA'/><title type='text'>TEQUILA, SEXO Y MARIHUANA - AMPARANOIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;Welcome to Tijuana&lt;br /&gt;tequila, sexo y marihuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Welcome to Tijuana,&lt;br /&gt;con el coyote no hay aduana,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Tijuana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99cc00;"&gt;Al cruzar la frontera&lt;br /&gt;que no me pille la pana;&lt;br /&gt;a las américas yo voy buscando a mi hermana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Me pelee con mis amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Qué pueden ellos saber&lt;br /&gt;de tus cosas y las mias que ni yo misma me sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Welcome to Tijuana...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-3694193812080001460?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/3694193812080001460/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=3694193812080001460' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3694193812080001460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3694193812080001460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/tequila-sexo-y-marihuana-amparanoia.html' title='TEQUILA, SEXO Y MARIHUANA - AMPARANOIA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8642439244692096599</id><published>2007-06-07T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:49:52.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCATMAN'/><title type='text'>SCATMAN - SCATMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Scatting)&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Scatman&lt;br /&gt;(Scatting)&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Scatman&lt;br /&gt;(Scatting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stutters one way or the other&lt;br /&gt;So check out my message to you.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact don't let nothin' hold you back.&lt;br /&gt;If the Scatman can do it so can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's sayin' that the Scatman stutters&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't ever stutter when he sings.&lt;br /&gt;But what you don't know I'm gonna tell you right now&lt;br /&gt;That the stutter and the scat is the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Yo I'm the Scatman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the Scatman? I'm the Scatman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we be pleasin' all the politician heathens&lt;br /&gt;Who would try to change the seasons if the could?&lt;br /&gt;The state of the condition insults my intuitions&lt;br /&gt;And it only makes me crazy and my heart like wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stutters one way or the other&lt;br /&gt;So check out my message to you.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact don't let nothin' hold you back.&lt;br /&gt;If the Scatman can do it brother so can you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Scatman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scatting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stutters one way or the other&lt;br /&gt;So check out my message to you.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact don't let nothin' hold you back.&lt;br /&gt;If the Scatman can do it brother so can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Scatman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you all ask 'bout the meaning of scat.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm the professor and all I can tell you is&lt;br /&gt;While you're still sleepin' the saints are still weepin' cause&lt;br /&gt;Things you call dead haven't yet had the chance to be born.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Scatman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scatting)&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Scatman....repeat after me&lt;br /&gt;It's a scoobie oobie doobie scoobie doobie melody&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Scatman....repeat after me&lt;br /&gt;It's a scoobie oobie doobie scoobie doobie melody&lt;br /&gt;(Scatting)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- Scatman John Scatman Lyrics --&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8642439244692096599?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8642439244692096599/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8642439244692096599' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8642439244692096599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8642439244692096599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/scatman-scatman.html' title='SCATMAN - SCATMAN'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8056315557913116177</id><published>2007-06-07T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:43:21.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAMLET'/><title type='text'>ANTES Y DESPUÉS - HAMLET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dime si has pensado en algun momento abandonar,&lt;br /&gt;echarte a un lado y nunca más volver a recordar.&lt;br /&gt;Y lo siento, si has llegado a tal extremo sin importar,&lt;br /&gt;sin ganas de seguir, olvidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora tu ansiedad,&lt;br /&gt;espera libertad.&lt;br /&gt;Cada amanecer,&lt;br /&gt;es como anochecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay motivación,&lt;br /&gt;no ves solucion.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo más,&lt;br /&gt;es hora de acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy juzgamos como si nada con la ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;la destrozamos, imponiendo alguna condición.&lt;br /&gt;¿Quiénes somos para tomar una desición por los demás?.&lt;br /&gt;Responsables, no lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acertada o no,&lt;br /&gt;debes afrontar,&lt;br /&gt;no dejes que el miedo,&lt;br /&gt;te haga fracasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Échale valor.&lt;br /&gt;Que no vivan por tí.&lt;br /&gt;Y si no ves salida,&lt;br /&gt;lárgate de allí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡No!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre será el hombre,&lt;br /&gt;que deje que decidan,&lt;br /&gt;en contra de su voluntad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si por una vez ayudamos,&lt;br /&gt;y su interior no ignoramos,&lt;br /&gt;reconocer equivocarnos también.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menudo&lt;br /&gt;Antes y después.&lt;br /&gt;Antes y después.&lt;br /&gt;A menudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unos por tener,&lt;br /&gt;y otros desear.&lt;br /&gt;Les pesó quizas el hacerlo mal,&lt;br /&gt;recuerda sólo se vive una vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡A menudo!.&lt;br /&gt;A menudo...&lt;br /&gt;Antes y después. (3x)&lt;br /&gt;Antes y des...&lt;br /&gt;A menudo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8056315557913116177?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8056315557913116177/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8056315557913116177' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8056315557913116177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8056315557913116177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/antes-y-despus-hamlet.html' title='ANTES Y DESPUÉS - HAMLET'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-1176447156364286326</id><published>2007-06-07T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:40:28.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGO DE ÖZ'/><title type='text'>HAZME UN SITIO ENTRE TU PIEL - MAGO DE ÖZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si me ves!!,&lt;br /&gt;besame!!,&lt;br /&gt;hazme un sitio entre tu piel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voy buscando alguna voz en mi,&lt;br /&gt;que me ayude bien a discernir,&lt;br /&gt;pues mi mente es un vestido que me queda mal&lt;br /&gt;¿cual ha sido?, ¿donde está el error?&lt;br /&gt;que me a condenado al terror de una mente en blanco y negro,&lt;br /&gt;¿donde esta mi lugar?,&lt;br /&gt;no soy como los demás,&lt;br /&gt;yo se pensar,&lt;br /&gt;estoy solo y tengo miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me ves!!,&lt;br /&gt;besame!!,&lt;br /&gt;hazme un sitio entre tu piel!!&lt;br /&gt;que los rasgos de mi cara no te impidan ver mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;sentiras que mi amor tiene sed de que una voz ,&lt;br /&gt;me susurre una caricia o me regale una ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame mimos, dame tu calor,&lt;br /&gt;te los devolveré en forma de flor,&lt;br /&gt;recibirás por mi multiplicado lo que me des,&lt;br /&gt;si me apartas no me integraré,&lt;br /&gt;si me abandonas yo me perderé,&lt;br /&gt;el rechazo es mi condena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde está mi Libertad?&lt;br /&gt;buscaré un futuro para mi,&lt;br /&gt;me va a costar,&lt;br /&gt;pero sin amor no puedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me ves!!,&lt;br /&gt;besame!!,&lt;br /&gt;hazme un sitio entre tu piel!!&lt;br /&gt;que los rasgos de mi cara no te impidan ver mi ser&lt;br /&gt;sentirás que mi amor tiene sed de que una voz&lt;br /&gt;me susurre una caricia o me regale una ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al final llegaré, donde me lleven los pies,&lt;br /&gt;Y si quieres conocerme no me observes, miramé,&lt;br /&gt;Donde estás libertad, mi senda es la soledad&lt;br /&gt;el silencio que no calla, es el vacio de tú voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me ves!!,&lt;br /&gt;besame!!,&lt;br /&gt;hazme un sitio entre tu piel!!&lt;br /&gt;que los rasgos de mi cara no te impidan ver mi ser&lt;br /&gt;sentiras que mi amor tiene sed de que una voz&lt;br /&gt;me susurre una caricia o me regale una ilusión. &lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-1176447156364286326?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/1176447156364286326/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=1176447156364286326' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1176447156364286326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1176447156364286326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/hazme-un-sitio-entre-tu-piel-mago-de-z.html' title='HAZME UN SITIO ENTRE TU PIEL - MAGO DE ÖZ'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4735777686320405411</id><published>2007-06-07T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:36:49.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA HABITACIÓN ROJA'/><title type='text'>NUEVOS TIEMPOS - LA HABITACIÓN ROJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;Porque tú no eres como los demás &lt;br /&gt;Tú eres no solo pareces &lt;br /&gt;Porque esta noche no es solo una más &lt;br /&gt;Porque esta noche es esta noche &lt;br /&gt;Porque esto ha empezado a cambiar &lt;br /&gt;La fuerza esta de nuestro lado &lt;br /&gt;Porque no abrimos el champagne &lt;br /&gt;Brindemos por los nuevos tiempos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los que dicen que es lo mismo &lt;br /&gt;Ahora ya no pueden llenarlos &lt;br /&gt;Nos gustaría intentarlo &lt;br /&gt;Pero los tiempos han cambiado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque el desierto ya ha quedado atrás &lt;br /&gt;Hay vida y agua en todas partes &lt;br /&gt;Porque esta vez no es como las demás &lt;br /&gt;Lo supe cuando me abrazaste &lt;br /&gt;Porque esto empieza a funcionar &lt;br /&gt;La fuerza esta de nuestro lado &lt;br /&gt;Porque no abrimos el champagne &lt;br /&gt;Por fin los tiempos han cambiado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los que dicen que es lo mismo &lt;br /&gt;Ahora ya no pueden llenarlos &lt;br /&gt;Nos gustaría intentarlo &lt;br /&gt;Pero los tiempos han cambiado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los que dicen que es lo mismo &lt;br /&gt;Esos que quisieron quemarnos &lt;br /&gt;Siguen queriendo en el fondo &lt;br /&gt;Pero los tiempos han cambiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4735777686320405411?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4735777686320405411/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4735777686320405411' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4735777686320405411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4735777686320405411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/nuevos-tiempos-la-habitacin-roja.html' title='NUEVOS TIEMPOS - LA HABITACIÓN ROJA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4621262621465194973</id><published>2007-06-06T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T05:21:13.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGO DE ÖZ'/><title type='text'>FIESTA PAGANA - MAGO DE ÖZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;Cuando despiertes un día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;y sientas que no puedes más,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que en el nombre del de arriba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;tu vida van a manejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;Si sientes que el miedo se pega a tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;por ser comunero y justicia querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si te rindes hermano, por ti nunca pensarás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;Cuando vayan a pedirte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;los diezmos a fin de mes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la Santa Inquisición&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;te "invite" a confesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;Por eso amigo tú alza la voz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;di que nunca pediste opinión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y si es verdad que existe un Dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;que trabaje de sol a sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ponte en pie&lt;br /&gt;alza el puño y ven&lt;br /&gt;a la fiesta pagana&lt;br /&gt;en la hoguera hay de beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la misma condición&lt;br /&gt;no es el pueblo ni un señor,&lt;br /&gt;ellos tienen el clero&lt;br /&gt;y nosotros nuestro sudor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;Si no hay pan para los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;y ves muy gordo al abad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;si su virgen viste de oro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;desnúdala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;Cómo van a silenciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;al jilguero o al canario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;si no hay cárcel ni tumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;para el canto libertario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ponte en pie&lt;br /&gt;alza el puño y ven&lt;br /&gt;a la fiesta pagana&lt;br /&gt;en la hoguera hay de beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la misma condición&lt;br /&gt;no es el pueblo ni un señor,&lt;br /&gt;ellos tienen el clero&lt;br /&gt;y nosotros nuestro sudor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4621262621465194973?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4621262621465194973/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4621262621465194973' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4621262621465194973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4621262621465194973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/fiesta-pagana-mago-de-z.html' title='FIESTA PAGANA - MAGO DE ÖZ'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-5689616472555564777</id><published>2007-06-03T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:48:00.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMPARANOIA'/><title type='text'>QUE TE DEN - AMPARANOIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;El dia q me dijiste,&lt;br /&gt;adios muy buenas me voy de aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:9;color:#001439;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;dejaste mi alma en pena por los rincones llorándote a ti&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:9;color:#001439;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;ahora q ha pasado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:9;color:#001439;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;más de un año y ya te he olvidado,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:9;color:#001439;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;me deseo buena suerte,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:9;color:#001439;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;no volver a verte y q me vaya bien.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="CA" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:9;color:#001439;"   &gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;Adios mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;y que te den , que te den por ahi&lt;br /&gt;que no me supiste dar,&lt;br /&gt;ni un poquito lo que te di a ti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="CA" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:9;color:#001439;"   &gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;Y si pasa por mi puerta veras siete u ocho ahi esperandome,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt;font-family:Georgia;font-size:9;color:#001439;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;para bailar, ir a la discoteca,tomar cerveza o tomar el té.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo sonrío coqueta&lt;br /&gt;hoy tengo jaqueca&lt;br /&gt;no voy a salir.&lt;br /&gt;mañana volvemos preciosa con cuatro rosas todas para ti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="CA" style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia; mso-ansi-language: CA; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: ESfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:9;color:#001439;"   &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adios mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;y que te den,que te den por ahi&lt;br /&gt;Que no me supiste dar,&lt;br /&gt;ni un poquito lo que te di a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;color:#ffffff;"&gt;¡QUE TE DEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-5689616472555564777?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/5689616472555564777/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=5689616472555564777' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5689616472555564777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Orgulloso de estar &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;(orgulloso de estar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;entre el proletariado &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;(entre el proletariado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;es difícil llegar a fin de mes&lt;br /&gt;y tener que sudar y sudar&lt;br /&gt;"pa" ganar nuestro pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éste es mi sitio, ésta es mi gente&lt;br /&gt;somos obreros, la clase preferente&lt;br /&gt;por eso, hermano proletario, con orgullo&lt;br /&gt;yo te canto esta canción, somos la revolución.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡SI SEÑOR!, la revolución,&lt;br /&gt;¡SI SEÑOR!, ¡SI SEÑOR!, somos la revolución,&lt;br /&gt;tu enemigo es el patrón,&lt;br /&gt;¡SI SEÑOR!, ¡SI SEÑOR!, somos la revolución,&lt;br /&gt;viva la revolución.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta hasta los cojones de aguantar a sanguijuelas,&lt;br /&gt;los que me roban mi dignidad.&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida se consume soportando esta rutina&lt;br /&gt;que me ahoga cada día más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz el empresario, más callos en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;mis riñones van a reventar.&lt;br /&gt;No tengo un puto duro, pero sigo cotizando&lt;br /&gt;a tu estado del bienestar. ¡ARRIBA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila hermano,&lt;br /&gt;El vals del obrero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Éste es mi sitio, ésta es mi gente&lt;br /&gt;somos obreros, la clase preferente!&lt;br /&gt;por eso, hermano proletario, con orgullo&lt;br /&gt;yo te canto esta canción, somos la revolución.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡SI SEÑOR!, la revolución,&lt;br /&gt;¡SI SEÑOR!, ¡SI SEÑOR!, somos la revolución,&lt;br /&gt;tu enemigo es el patrón, &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;(La revolución)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;¡SI SEÑOR!, ¡SI SEÑOR!, somos la revolución,&lt;br /&gt;viva la revolución.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esta democracia hay mucho listo que se lucra&lt;br /&gt;exprimiendo a nuestra clase social.&lt;br /&gt;Les importa cuatro huevos si tienes catorce hijos&lt;br /&gt;y la abuela no se puede operar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos los obreros, la base de este juego&lt;br /&gt;ya que siempre tiene el mismo final&lt;br /&gt;un juego bien pensado, en el que nos tienen callados&lt;br /&gt;y te joden si no quieres jugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡SKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡SKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡SKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA! &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;(¡Que viva Zapata!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA! &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;(Insistimos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA! &lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;(Hermanos unidos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡RESISTENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡DE-SO-BE-DIEN-CIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4611645054006714422?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4611645054006714422/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4611645054006714422' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4611645054006714422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4611645054006714422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-vals-del-obrero.html' title='EL VALS DEL OBRERO - SKA-P'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-500639606724653482</id><published>2007-05-01T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:43:08.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CYCLE'/><title type='text'>CONFUSION - CYCLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A melancholy state of mind, psychic irritation&lt;br /&gt;a walk on caribbean shores, a little tantrication&lt;br /&gt;curvature of flesh oh oh, exotic friendly faces&lt;br /&gt;surprised to find you feel at home, come on come on and find a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;confusion!!!&lt;br /&gt;confusion!!!&lt;br /&gt;confusion!!!&lt;br /&gt;confusion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kill my lice, you flash a bra&lt;br /&gt;you lick it nice, you shootin' star&lt;br /&gt;you lose your pants, you crush a man&lt;br /&gt;you run it up, you're my favourite&lt;br /&gt;Girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly&lt;br /&gt;and you're on tonight&lt;br /&gt;yeah I wanna sell ya&lt;br /&gt;thatcher ronny roger melly on the right&lt;br /&gt;girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly&lt;br /&gt;and you're on tonight&lt;br /&gt;yeah I wanna sell ya&lt;br /&gt;thatcher ronny roger melly on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;confusion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love my beard, you trick a spy&lt;br /&gt;you melt a gun, you eat a fly&lt;br /&gt;you find your pants, you understand&lt;br /&gt;you run it up, you are my favourite&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly&lt;br /&gt;and you're on tonight&lt;br /&gt;yeah I wanna sell ya&lt;br /&gt;thatcher ronny roger melly on the right&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly&lt;br /&gt;and you're on tonight&lt;br /&gt;yeah I wanna sell ya&lt;br /&gt;thatcher ronny roger melly on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;confusion!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a melody, a beat, a groan, free of limitation&lt;br /&gt;the weight of all the things you own, so what&lt;br /&gt;fire on the beach at dawn, with dancer and her sisters&lt;br /&gt;clothes are off the water's warm, come on come on and find a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly&lt;br /&gt;and you're on tonight&lt;br /&gt;yeah I wanna sell ya&lt;br /&gt;thatcher ronny roger melly on the right&lt;br /&gt;girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly&lt;br /&gt;and you're on tonight&lt;br /&gt;yeah I wanna sell ya&lt;br /&gt;thatcher ronny roger melly on the right&lt;br /&gt;girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly&lt;br /&gt;and you're on tonight&lt;br /&gt;yeah I wanna sell ya&lt;br /&gt;thatcher ronny roger melly on the right&lt;br /&gt;girl I gotta tell ya that you're on the telly&lt;br /&gt;and you're on tonight&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah I wanna sell ya&lt;br /&gt;thatcher ronny roger melly on the right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-500639606724653482?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/500639606724653482/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=500639606724653482' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/500639606724653482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/500639606724653482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/05/confusion-cycle.html' title='CONFUSION - CYCLE'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-5358367028457060999</id><published>2007-04-27T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:44:10.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OJOS DE BRUJO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MACACO'/><title type='text'>RUMBA DUB STYLE - OJOS DE BRUJO VS. MACACO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;Claro el tiro enfrete de tu cara&lt;br /&gt;la rumba tumba ataca se coge al pulmon&lt;br /&gt;Y no se acaba ma&lt;br /&gt;que no la ves&lt;br /&gt;porque nunca avisa oye&lt;br /&gt;y no la ves&lt;br /&gt;porque nunca termina escucha&lt;br /&gt;es el ritmo de la calle&lt;br /&gt;pero que te sube por los pies&lt;br /&gt;y te lleva a la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;es el ritmo de la calle&lt;br /&gt;pero que te sube por los pies&lt;br /&gt;y te lleva a la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Y ten maquinada con el pico seco&lt;br /&gt;pica y no lo ves y asi quito delito&lt;br /&gt;lo que aqui es pecao o prohibido&lt;br /&gt;yo me lo salto,me rio y lo cuatriplico&lt;br /&gt;Y asi mismo te digo que mis pasos yo decido&lt;br /&gt;bajate de la parra q mi claca aqui no acaba Un pasito paqui, esquibo, caigo&lt;br /&gt;Y un pasito pa alla, esquibo, caigo&lt;br /&gt;Sigue este ritmo que la rumba es pa ti&lt;br /&gt;olvidate de ese cuento cabron no es pa mi&lt;br /&gt;la rumba que se nos lleva&lt;br /&gt;nunca se va acabar&lt;br /&gt;camina p'arriba intentando llegar, tizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oye, escucha&lt;br /&gt;rumba ba ba ba.....&lt;br /&gt;oye, que tira tira tirao&lt;br /&gt;rumba ba ba ba.....&lt;br /&gt;Rumba dos mil en tu cara que si&lt;br /&gt;oyela, oye aqui dice asi&lt;br /&gt;Y esta es la rumba dubstyle ohh&lt;br /&gt;oye la rumba dubstyle lelele&lt;br /&gt;esta es la rumba dubstyle ohh&lt;br /&gt;oye la rumba dubstyla&lt;br /&gt;esta es la rumba dubstyle ohh&lt;br /&gt;oye la rumba dubstyla le lelele&lt;br /&gt;esta es la rumba dubstyle ohh&lt;br /&gt;oye la rumba dubstyla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que yo salgo a la calle y en busca de mi comare&lt;br /&gt;y es que yo salgo a la calle en busca de su rumba&lt;br /&gt;ay despegando con este agil frenetico&lt;br /&gt;y el rumbo de la rumba no se lo lleva el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y empujando va este ritmo de nadie&lt;br /&gt;toca,toca madera&lt;br /&gt;y muevelo pa que no pare&lt;br /&gt;y es que mira como van las chicas de mi barrio&lt;br /&gt;y es que mira como van los chicos de mi barrio&lt;br /&gt;y el meneillo,meneillo irreverente&lt;br /&gt;conexion de alta tension&lt;br /&gt;es la corriente pa mi gente&lt;br /&gt;ay quien maneja mi barca, quien maneja mi suerte&lt;br /&gt;apaga el movie-line y abandona tu memte&lt;br /&gt;ay quien maneja mi barca maneja mi suerte&lt;br /&gt;apaga el movie-line y abandonate&lt;br /&gt;ay dejate suiguelo, sigueme&lt;br /&gt;bailando el soniquete que te pone del reves&lt;br /&gt;si,y dejate, dejate&lt;br /&gt;toa la gente malaje aqui se va a mover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oye, escucha&lt;br /&gt;rumba ba ba ba.....&lt;br /&gt;oye, que tira tira tirao&lt;br /&gt;rumba ba ba ba.....&lt;br /&gt;Rumba dos mil en tu cara que si&lt;br /&gt;oyela, oye aqui dice asi&lt;br /&gt;Y esta es la rumba dubstyle ohh&lt;br /&gt;oye la rumba dubstyle lelele&lt;br /&gt;esta es la rumba dubstyle ohh&lt;br /&gt;oye la rumba dubstyla&lt;br /&gt;esta es la rumba dubstyle ohh&lt;br /&gt;oye la rumba dubstyla le lelele&lt;br /&gt;esta es la rumba dubstyle ohh&lt;br /&gt;oye la rumba dubstyla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-5358367028457060999?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/5358367028457060999/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=5358367028457060999' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5358367028457060999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5358367028457060999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/rumba-dub-style-ojos-de-brujo-vs-macaco.html' title='RUMBA DUB STYLE - OJOS DE BRUJO VS. MACACO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8131482123779254553</id><published>2007-04-27T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:38:02.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EVANESCENCE'/><title type='text'>SURRENDER - EVANESCENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this real enough for you&lt;br /&gt;You were so confused&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've decided to stay&lt;br /&gt;We'll remain together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't abandon me&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and take my life in you&lt;br /&gt;No longer myself only you&lt;br /&gt;There's no escaping me, my love&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, there's no sense in running&lt;br /&gt;You know I will find you&lt;br /&gt;Everything is perfect now&lt;br /&gt;We can live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't abandon me&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and take my life in you&lt;br /&gt;No longer myself only you&lt;br /&gt;There's no escaping me, my love&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands up slowly&lt;br /&gt;Give into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and take my life in you&lt;br /&gt;No longer myself only you&lt;br /&gt;There's no escaping me, my love&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;Surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will surrender to me&lt;br /&gt;There's no escaping from me&lt;br /&gt;I know you want her to be&lt;br /&gt;You must surrender to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/2138970653125228647-8131482123779254553?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8131482123779254553/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8131482123779254553' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8131482123779254553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8131482123779254553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/surrender-evanescence.html' title='SURRENDER - EVANESCENCE'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-6473537056711545825</id><published>2007-04-27T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:34:02.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COLDPLAY'/><title type='text'>TALK - COLDPLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh brother I can't, I can't get through&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother I can't believe it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;You can take a picture of something you see&lt;br /&gt;In the future where will I be?&lt;br /&gt;You can climb a ladder up to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Or write a song nobody has sung&lt;br /&gt;Or do something that's never been done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lost or incomplete?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak&lt;br /&gt;And they're talking it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you take a picture of something you see&lt;br /&gt;In the future where will I be?&lt;br /&gt;You can climb a ladder up to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Or a write a song nobody has sung&lt;br /&gt;Or do something that's never been done&lt;br /&gt;Do something that's never been done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;And you feel like you're going where you've been before&lt;br /&gt;You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's really making any sense at all&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk, let's ta-a-alk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-6473537056711545825?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/6473537056711545825/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=6473537056711545825' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6473537056711545825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6473537056711545825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/talk-coldplay.html' title='TALK - COLDPLAY'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4060079197628552089</id><published>2007-04-27T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:30:51.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANASTACIA'/><title type='text'>SICK AND TIRED - ANASTACIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little late for all the things you didn't say&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad for you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sad for all the time I had to waste&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I learned the truth&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is in a place I no longer wanna be&lt;br /&gt;I knew there'd come a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd set you free&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;Of always being sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Your love isn't fair&lt;br /&gt;You live in a world where you didn't listen&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't care&lt;br /&gt;So I'm floating&lt;br /&gt;Floating on air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No warning of such a sad song&lt;br /&gt;Of broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;My dreams of fairy tales and fantasy, oh&lt;br /&gt;Were torn apart&lt;br /&gt;I lost my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;I knew there's come a time&lt;br /&gt;You'd hear me say&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;of always being sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4060079197628552089?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4060079197628552089/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4060079197628552089' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4060079197628552089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4060079197628552089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick-and-tired-anastacia.html' title='SICK AND TIRED - ANASTACIA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-9134092653208628595</id><published>2007-04-27T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:28:01.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ZUCCHERO'/><title type='text'>BAILA MORENA - ZUCCHERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Creo en los milagros desde que te vi&lt;br /&gt;en esta noche de tequila boom, boom.&lt;br /&gt;Eres tan sexy, eres sexy thing&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos te persiguen solo a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y debe haber un caos dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;para que brotes de una estrella que baila.&lt;br /&gt;Infierno y paraiso dentro de ti,&lt;br /&gt;la luna es un sol mira como brilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby the night is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Seamos fuego en el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;llamas en lo obscuro... what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila, baila morena&lt;br /&gt;bajo de esta luna llena,&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven chica, ven loca, dame tu boca,&lt;br /&gt;en esta noche cualquier cosa te toca.&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón se revienta y no aguanto,&lt;br /&gt;morena rebuena te quiero yo tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, the night is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Seamos fuego en el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;escandalo en lo obscuro... what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila, baila morena&lt;br /&gt;bajo de esta luna llena&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Y baila, under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;bajo de esta luna llena&lt;br /&gt;baila morena&lt;br /&gt;yeah.... yeah.... yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me hutin' so bad, so bad&lt;br /&gt;You let me so, so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila, baila morena&lt;br /&gt;bajo de esta luna llena&lt;br /&gt;under the moonlight (under the moonlight)&lt;br /&gt;y baila (baila), under the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;bajo de esta luna llena (baila morena)&lt;br /&gt;baila morena (come on baby, come on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo de esta luna llena,&lt;br /&gt;bajo de esta luna llena,&lt;br /&gt;bajo de esta luna llena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight &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/2138970653125228647-9134092653208628595?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/9134092653208628595/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=9134092653208628595' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/9134092653208628595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/9134092653208628595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/baila-morena-zucchero.html' title='BAILA MORENA - ZUCCHERO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8933192317631621374</id><published>2007-04-27T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:26:03.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SONATA ARCTICA'/><title type='text'>SHAMANDALIE - SONATA ARTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;In good old times, remember my friend&lt;br /&gt;Moon was so bright and so close to us, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were still blind and deaf, what a bliss?&lt;br /&gt;Painting the world of our own, for our own eyes, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we ever have what we had then?&lt;br /&gt;Friendship unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Love means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Without blinking an eye&lt;br /&gt;I'd fade, if so needed,&lt;br /&gt;All those moments with you&lt;br /&gt;If I had you beside me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cloudy day we both lost the game?&lt;br /&gt;We drifted so far and away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is quite as cruel as a child&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we break the unbreakable, sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we'll never have what we had then&lt;br /&gt;Friendship unbroken&lt;br /&gt;Love means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Without blinking an eye&lt;br /&gt;I'd fade, if so needed,&lt;br /&gt;All those moments with you&lt;br /&gt;If I had you beside me now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to cope with what you said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to be cruel to be kind&lt;br /&gt;Child that I was, could not see the reason&lt;br /&gt;Feelings I had were but sham and a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never forgotten your smile&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, oh, Shamandalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times went by, many memories died&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this down to ease my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw us always clearer than me&lt;br /&gt;How we were never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Love denied meant the friendship would die&lt;br /&gt;Now I have seen the light&lt;br /&gt;These memories make me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I ever have what I had then?&lt;br /&gt;Friendship unbroken&lt;br /&gt;Love means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Without blinking an eye&lt;br /&gt;I'd fade, if so needed,&lt;br /&gt;All those moments with you&lt;br /&gt;And see the world with my wide open eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship got broken&lt;br /&gt;There's no other for me&lt;br /&gt;Like the one of my childhood days&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;Love got better off me,&lt;br /&gt;On that day back in old times"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8933192317631621374?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8933192317631621374/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8933192317631621374' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8933192317631621374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8933192317631621374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/shamandalie-sonata-artica.html' title='SHAMANDALIE - SONATA ARTICA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8263711576746570026</id><published>2007-04-27T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:24:00.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE BUGGLES'/><title type='text'>VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR - THE BUGGLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800080;"&gt;I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two&lt;br /&gt;Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.&lt;br /&gt;If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh-a oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took the credit for your second symphony.&lt;br /&gt;Rewritten by machine and new technology,&lt;br /&gt;and now I understand the problems you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh-a oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met your children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh-a oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you tell them?&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star.&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures came and broke your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh-a-a-a oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we meet in an abandoned studio.&lt;br /&gt;We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;And you remember the jingles used to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh-a oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh-a oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Video killed the radio star.&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oh-a-aho oh,&lt;br /&gt;Oh-a-aho oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Video killed the radio star.&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures came and broke your heart, put the blame on VTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You are a radio star.&lt;br /&gt;You are a radio star.&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star.&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star.&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star.&lt;br /&gt;Video killed the radio star. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Video killed the radio star. (You are a radio star.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8263711576746570026?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8263711576746570026/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8263711576746570026' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8263711576746570026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8263711576746570026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/video-killed-radio-star-buggles.html' title='VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR - THE BUGGLES'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-2737209324758886710</id><published>2007-04-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:19:39.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POWERMAN 5000'/><title type='text'>NOBODY'S REAL - POWERMAN 5000</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scary monsters&lt;br /&gt;And super beasts&lt;br /&gt;The more you dream the less you sleep, ah&lt;br /&gt;Life as we know it&lt;br /&gt;Has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Unbound&lt;br /&gt;Unwound&lt;br /&gt;Who's here to stay, alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they're willing to let you know&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they'll feel it tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Feel it tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they're willing to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they'll feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you predict?&lt;br /&gt;Could you forsee?&lt;br /&gt;Artificial by necessity&lt;br /&gt;Rockets and robots&lt;br /&gt;Can save your life&lt;br /&gt;When you don't care about what's real it's alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they're willing to let you know&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they'll feel it tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Feel it tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they're willing to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they'll feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alright) [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you sleep with the time that's left you?&lt;br /&gt;It's all been done there's no need for the rescue&lt;br /&gt;So let's just get out&lt;br /&gt;I swear there's no doubt&lt;br /&gt;You can't be ready cause there's nothing left to do, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they're willing to let you know&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they'll feel it tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Feel it tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they're willing to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they'll feel it&lt;br /&gt;(Feel it tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they're willing to let you know&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they'll feel it tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Feel it tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they're willing to let you go&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real but they'll feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-2737209324758886710?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2737209324758886710/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2737209324758886710' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2737209324758886710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2737209324758886710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/nobodys-real-powerman-5000.html' title='NOBODY&apos;S REAL - POWERMAN 5000'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-1764467351919341398</id><published>2007-04-27T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:17:42.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUSMINGUET'/><title type='text'>SIENTO - DUSMINGUET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu mirada como el agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del río que se pierde en el cabal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus caricias como moscas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa es un cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta mañana llovía como nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me puse a llorar ante Tusitanramán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta Mamara me vio volar la luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me puse a bailar con mi amigo Celicán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ay, ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ey, ey, ey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uy, uy, uy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay cómo duele este dolor de corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus palabras como ecos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de llanto que chocan en mi pesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus caderas como agujas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus bailes son mi soñar&lt;img height="35" src="http://adnethile.spaces.live.com/kuvat/blak1010.gif" width="1" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-1764467351919341398?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/1764467351919341398/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=1764467351919341398' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1764467351919341398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1764467351919341398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/siento-dusminguet.html' title='SIENTO - DUSMINGUET'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-7445772227078220931</id><published>2007-04-27T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:33:41.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SONATA ARCTICA'/><title type='text'>SHY - SONATA ARCTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can see how you are beautiful, can you feel my eyes on you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy and turn my head away&lt;br /&gt;Working late in diner Citylight, I see that you get home alright&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you can't see me, hoping you will see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye&lt;br /&gt;You can't be acting like my Dana (can you)&lt;br /&gt;I see you in Citylight diner serving all those meals and then&lt;br /&gt;I see reflections of me in your eye, oh please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, show some pity&lt;br /&gt;You touch me in many, many ways&lt;br /&gt;But I'm shy can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed by you, your looks, well, anyway "I would any day die for you",&lt;br /&gt;I write on paper erased away&lt;br /&gt;Still I sit in diner Citylight, drinking coffee or reading lies&lt;br /&gt;Turn my head and I can see you, could that really be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye&lt;br /&gt;You can't be acting like my Dana?&lt;br /&gt;I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, show some pity&lt;br /&gt;You touch me in many, many ways&lt;br /&gt;But I'm shy can't you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see, can't have you, can't leave you, there 'cause I must sometimes see you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand how you can keep me in chains&lt;br /&gt;And every waking hour, I feel you taking power From me and I can't leave&lt;br /&gt;Repeating the scenery over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye&lt;br /&gt;You can't be acting like my Dana?&lt;br /&gt;I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me, show some pity&lt;br /&gt;You touch me in many, many ways&lt;br /&gt;But I'm shy can't you see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, Talk to me, show some pity&lt;br /&gt;You touch me in many, many ways&lt;br /&gt;But I'm shy can't you, I'm shy can't you, I'm shy can't you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-7445772227078220931?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7445772227078220931/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7445772227078220931' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7445772227078220931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7445772227078220931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/shy-sonata-arctica.html' title='SHY - SONATA ARCTICA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-2869692112637016479</id><published>2007-04-27T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:28:38.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANGRA'/><title type='text'>CARRY ON - ANGRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;font-size:100%;color:#cc99ff;"&gt;Simple minded brain,&lt;br /&gt;for now you succumb&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes your way&lt;br /&gt;This worlds insists to be the same&lt;br /&gt;based on our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;The flowers fade along the road&lt;br /&gt;Don't blindfold your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;so loneliness becomes the law of a senseless life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your steps and you will find&lt;br /&gt;The unknown ways are on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Need nothing else than just your pride to get there...&lt;br /&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have to face another day&lt;br /&gt;You won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;This life is forcing us to stay&lt;br /&gt;- For how long?&lt;br /&gt;Cold is the wind and thunder struck on a stormy night&lt;br /&gt;But can't you see, I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;We are marching on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your steps and you will find&lt;br /&gt;The unknown ways are on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Need nothing else than just your pride to get there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, carry on,&lt;br /&gt;There's a meaning to life&lt;br /&gt;Which someday we may find...&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, it's time to forget&lt;br /&gt;The remains from the past, to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your steps and you will find&lt;br /&gt;The unknown ways are on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Need nothing else than just your pride to get there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, carry on,&lt;br /&gt;There's a meaning to life&lt;br /&gt;Which someday we may find...&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, it's time to forget&lt;br /&gt;The remains from the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, carry on,&lt;br /&gt;There's a meaning to life&lt;br /&gt;Which someday we may find...&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, it's time to forget&lt;br /&gt;The remains from the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, it's time to forget&lt;br /&gt;The remains from the past, to carry on&lt;br /&gt;The remains from the past, to carry on&lt;br /&gt;The remains from the past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-2869692112637016479?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2869692112637016479/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2869692112637016479' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2869692112637016479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2869692112637016479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/carry-on-angra.html' title='CARRY ON - ANGRA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-7966655729397803630</id><published>2007-04-27T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:25:40.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENRIQUE IGLESIAS'/><title type='text'>RHYTHM DIVINE - ENRIQUE IGLESIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, Monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rhythm Divine&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Escucha el ritmo de tu corazon (Whispered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the coast of Ipanema&lt;br /&gt;to the Island of Capri&lt;br /&gt;all the way to Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you wherever you may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment, I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;Knew my heart could not be free&lt;br /&gt;Had to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;There can never be another for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THE RHYTHM DIVINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the music&lt;br /&gt;You're heart will be mine&lt;br /&gt;All I need is&lt;br /&gt;to look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Viva la musica&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the heat of passion&lt;br /&gt;Can you taste our love's sweet wine&lt;br /&gt;Join the dance and let it happen&lt;br /&gt;Put tomorrow's cares right out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;As the music draws you closer&lt;br /&gt;And you fall under my spell&lt;br /&gt;I will catch you In my arms now&lt;br /&gt;Where the night can take us no can tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THE RHYTHM DIVINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lost in the music&lt;br /&gt;You're heart will be mine&lt;br /&gt;All I need is&lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Viva la musica&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have this feeling forever&lt;br /&gt;Gotta live this moment together&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;just you and the night&lt;br /&gt;Follow on the wings of desire&lt;br /&gt;now the rhythm is taking you higher&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop us from havin' it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my heart......you are my soul&lt;br /&gt;All I need is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THE RHYTHM DIVINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the music&lt;br /&gt;You're heart will be mine&lt;br /&gt;All I need is&lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Viva la muscia&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the rhythm?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the rhythm?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the rhythm?&lt;br /&gt;Burning .....Burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-7966655729397803630?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7966655729397803630/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7966655729397803630' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7966655729397803630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7966655729397803630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/rhythm-divine-enrique-iglesias.html' title='RHYTHM DIVINE - ENRIQUE IGLESIAS'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-7749705244122030182</id><published>2007-04-27T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:22:12.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LINKIN PARK'/><title type='text'>SOMEWHERE I BELONG - LINKIN PARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(When this began)&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me&lt;br /&gt;(I was confused)&lt;br /&gt;And I let it all out to find&lt;br /&gt;That I’m not the only person with these things in mind&lt;br /&gt;(Inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;But all the vacancy the words revealed&lt;br /&gt;Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing to lose)&lt;br /&gt;Just stuck/ hollow and alone&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long&lt;br /&gt;(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face&lt;br /&gt;(I was confused)&lt;br /&gt;Looking everywhere only to find&lt;br /&gt;That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind&lt;br /&gt;(So what am I)&lt;br /&gt;What do I have but negativity&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing to lose)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain/ hollow and alone&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never know myself until I do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed&lt;br /&gt;I will never be anything till I break away from me&lt;br /&gt;I will break away, I'll find myself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-7749705244122030182?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7749705244122030182/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7749705244122030182' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7749705244122030182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7749705244122030182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/somewhere-i-belong-linkin-park.html' title='SOMEWHERE I BELONG - LINKIN PARK'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-7741873453545083827</id><published>2007-04-27T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:17:56.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GREEN DAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OASIS'/><title type='text'>BOULEVARD OF BROKEN SONGS - OASIS VS. GREEN DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="300" align="right" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_client = "pub-3514338521707944";google_alternate_color = "353535";google_ad_width = 300;google_ad_height = 250;google_ad_format = "300x250_as";google_ad_type = "text_image";//2007-03-06: LyricsandSongs - 300x250google_ad_channel = "4597816204";google_color_border = "FFFFFF";google_color_bg = "FFFFFF";google_color_link = "000099";google_color_text = "000000";google_color_url = "000099";//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="&lt;a href="&gt;http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js" type=text/javascript&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"   &gt;I walk a lonely road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;font-family:Verdana;color:white;"  &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 12pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;he only one that I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know where it goes&lt;br /&gt;But it's home to me and I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the only one and I walk alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt; (I walk alone, I walk alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;I don't believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt; (I walk alone, I walk alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Every day I wake up and it's Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's in my head won't go away&lt;br /&gt;The radio is playing all the usual&lt;br /&gt;And what's a wonderwall anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Backbeat the word is on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;I'm walking down the line&lt;br /&gt;That divides me somewhere in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On the border line&lt;br /&gt;Of the edge and where I walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;What's fucked up and everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;Check my vital signs&lt;br /&gt;To know I'm still alive and I walk alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;(I walk alone, I walk alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99cc00;"&gt;(I walk alone, I walk alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That they're gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;I walk this empty street&lt;br /&gt;On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you should've somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realized what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Where the city sleeps&lt;br /&gt;and I'm the only one and I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Because maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99cc00;"&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt; (You're gonna be the one that saves me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99cc00;"&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt; (You're gonna be the one that saves me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt; (You're gonna be the one that saves me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99cc00;"&gt;'Til then I walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;Sing with me (sing)&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the year (sing)&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me, if it’s just for today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-7741873453545083827?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7741873453545083827/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7741873453545083827' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7741873453545083827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7741873453545083827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/boulevard-of-broken-songs-oasis-vs.html' title='BOULEVARD OF BROKEN SONGS - OASIS VS. GREEN DAY'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-7726714046606885017</id><published>2007-04-27T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T04:01:44.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGO DE ÖZ'/><title type='text'>HOY TOCA SER FELIZ - MAGO DE ÖZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuando un sueño se te muera&lt;br /&gt;o entre en coma una ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;no lo entierres ni lo llores&lt;/span&gt;, resucítalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Y jamás des por perdida&lt;br /&gt;la partida, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cree en ti&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aunque duelan, las heridas curarán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy el día ha venido a buscarte&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;la vida huele a besos de jazmín&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;la mañana esta recién bañada,&lt;br /&gt;el Sol la ha traído a invitarte a vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y verás que tú puedes volar,&lt;br /&gt;y que &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;todo lo consigues&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Y verás que no existe el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hoy te toca ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si las lágrimas te nublan&lt;br /&gt;la vista y el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;haz un trasvase de agua&lt;br /&gt;al miedo, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;escúpelo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si crees que en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;se anestesia un mal de amor,&lt;br /&gt;no hay peor remedio&lt;br /&gt;que la soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja entrar en tu alma una brisa&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;avente las dudas y alivie tu mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la pena se muera de risa,&lt;br /&gt;cuando un sueño muere&lt;br /&gt;es porque se ha hecho real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y verás que tú puedes volar&lt;br /&gt;y que todo lo consigues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y verás que no existe el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;hoy te toca ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;son solo migas de pan&lt;br /&gt;que nos dejan nuestros sueños&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar&lt;br /&gt;el camino, y no perdernos&lt;br /&gt;hacia la Tierra de Oz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;donde habita la ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y verás que &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tú puedes volar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que todo lo consigues.&lt;br /&gt;Y verás que no existe el dolor,&lt;br /&gt;hoy te toca ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y verás que tú puedes volar,&lt;br /&gt;y que tu cuerpo es el viento,&lt;br /&gt;porque hoy tú vas a sonreír,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hoy te toca ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-7726714046606885017?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7726714046606885017/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7726714046606885017' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7726714046606885017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7726714046606885017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoy-toca-ser-feliz-mago-de-z.html' title='HOY TOCA SER FELIZ - MAGO DE ÖZ'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-5699760841367937694</id><published>2007-04-27T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:54:53.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WITHIN TEMPTATION'/><title type='text'>AQUARIUS - WITHIN TEMPTATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear your whispers&lt;br /&gt;Break the silence and it calms me down.&lt;br /&gt;Your taste on my lips,&lt;br /&gt;Your salty kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm seeking out the danger.&lt;br /&gt;That one day you won't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;I'll drown, you'll take me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you Aquarius,&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted I will have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you Aquarius,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you the sea set me free.&lt;br /&gt;You call to me Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;You call to me, you set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relinquish to your powers.&lt;br /&gt;From your grasp, I just can't hide.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the danger I had to conquer.&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I have to be aware,&lt;br /&gt;That one day you won't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;I'll drown, you'll take me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you Aquarius,&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted I will have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you Aquarius,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you the sea set me free.&lt;br /&gt;You call to me Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for you Aquarius.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with you again.&lt;br /&gt;I fear you, Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;My destiny 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you Aquarius,&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted I will have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I feel you Aquarius,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you the sea set me free.&lt;br /&gt;You call to me Aquarius.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-5699760841367937694?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/5699760841367937694/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><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-2138970653125228647.post-2859450855098450512</id><published>2007-04-27T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:52:04.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOULIN ROUGE'/><title type='text'>YOUR SONG - MOULIN ROUGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;And you can tell everybody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;this is your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It may be quite simple but now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is while you're in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss&lt;br /&gt;Well a few of the &lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;verses well they've &lt;/span&gt;got me quite cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;But the sun's been quite kind &lt;/span&gt;while I wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;It's for people like you that keep it turned on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me forgetting but these things I do&lt;br /&gt;You see I've forgotten if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;they're green or they're blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway the thing is what I really mean&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;And you can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;everybody this is your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It may be quite simple&lt;/span&gt; but now that it's done&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind that I put down in words&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;while you're in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-2859450855098450512?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2859450855098450512/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2859450855098450512' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2859450855098450512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2859450855098450512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-song-moulin-rouge.html' title='YOUR SONG - MOULIN ROUGE'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-2045879463207904278</id><published>2007-04-27T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:41:53.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOMBRES G'/><title type='text'>SUFRE MAMÓN - HOMBRES G</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estoy llorando en mi habitación,&lt;br /&gt;todo se nubla a mi alrededor,&lt;br /&gt;ella se fué con un niño pijo,&lt;br /&gt;en un ford fiesta blanco&lt;br /&gt;y un jersey amarillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por el parque les veo pasar,&lt;br /&gt;cuando se besan lo paso fatal,&lt;br /&gt;voy a vengarme de ese marica,&lt;br /&gt;voy a llenarle el cuello de&lt;br /&gt;polvos pica pica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufre mamón devuelveme&lt;br /&gt;a mi chica, o te retorceras&lt;br /&gt;entre polvos pica pica,&lt;br /&gt;sufre mamón, devuelveme a&lt;br /&gt;mi chica o te retorceras entre&lt;br /&gt;polvos pica pica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le he quemado su jersey,&lt;br /&gt;se ha comprado 5 ó 6,&lt;br /&gt;voy a destrozarle el coche,&lt;br /&gt;lo tengo preparado,&lt;br /&gt;voy, esta noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te reiras nunca mas de mi,&lt;br /&gt;lo siento nene vas a morir,&lt;br /&gt;tu me quitaste lo que mas queria&lt;br /&gt;y volvera conmigo, volvera&lt;br /&gt;algun dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufre mamón devuelveme&lt;br /&gt;a mi chica, o te retorceras&lt;br /&gt;entre polvos pica pica,&lt;br /&gt;sufre mamón, devuelveme a&lt;br /&gt;mi chica o te retorceras entre&lt;br /&gt;polvos pica pica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufre mamón devuelveme&lt;br /&gt;a mi chica, o te retorceras&lt;br /&gt;entre polvos pica pica,&lt;br /&gt;sufre mamón, devuelveme a&lt;br /&gt;mi chica o te retorceras entre&lt;br /&gt;polvos pica pica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufre mamón devuelveme&lt;br /&gt;a mi chica, o te retorceras&lt;br /&gt;entre polvos pica pica,&lt;br /&gt;sufre mamón, devuelveme a&lt;br /&gt;mi chica o te retorceras entre&lt;br /&gt;polvos pica pica. &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/2138970653125228647-2045879463207904278?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2045879463207904278/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2045879463207904278' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2045879463207904278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2045879463207904278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/sufre-mamn-hombres-g.html' title='SUFRE MAMÓN - HOMBRES G'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8570501939860239140</id><published>2007-04-26T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:23:42.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LINKIN PARK'/><title type='text'>RUNAWAY - LINKIN PARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Graffiti decorations&lt;br /&gt;Under a sky of dust&lt;br /&gt;A constant wave of tension&lt;br /&gt;On top of broken trust&lt;br /&gt;The lessons that you taught me&lt;br /&gt;I learn were never true&lt;br /&gt;Now I find myself in question&lt;br /&gt;(They point the finger at me again)&lt;br /&gt;Guilty by association&lt;br /&gt;(You point the finger at me again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;Never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Instead of wondering why&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know the answers&lt;br /&gt;No more lies&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shut the door&lt;br /&gt;And open up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper bags and angry voices&lt;br /&gt;Under a sky of dust&lt;br /&gt;Another wave of tension&lt;br /&gt;Has more than filled me up&lt;br /&gt;All my talk of taking action&lt;br /&gt;These words were never true&lt;br /&gt;Now I find myself in question&lt;br /&gt;(They point the finger at me again)&lt;br /&gt;Guilty by association&lt;br /&gt;(You point the finger at me again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;Never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Instead of wondering why&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know the answers&lt;br /&gt;No more lies&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shut the door&lt;br /&gt;And open up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna run away and never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna run away and never wonder why&lt;br /&gt;(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna run away and open up my mind&lt;br /&gt;(gonna run away gonna run away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;Never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Instead of wondering why&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know the answers&lt;br /&gt;No more lies&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shut the door&lt;br /&gt;And open up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;and open up my mind&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;and open up my mind&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;and open up my mind&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;and open up my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8570501939860239140?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8570501939860239140/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8570501939860239140' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8570501939860239140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8570501939860239140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/run-away-linkin-park.html' title='RUNAWAY - LINKIN PARK'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-2902697624641810901</id><published>2007-04-26T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:20:50.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GERTRUDIS'/><title type='text'>QUITXALLA - GERTRUDIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Una moneda, un somni, una simple distracció&lt;br /&gt;Carrers amb una gent i sentiment de rebel·lió&lt;br /&gt;Una moneda, una copa i algú per poder xerrar&lt;br /&gt;Per acabar aquest hivern i poder-lo recordar&lt;br /&gt;Si m'aixeco al matí&amp;shy; no fa sol&lt;br /&gt;Si la cara del barri m'adorm&lt;br /&gt;Si la barana de l'escala és l'única que em don condol&lt;br /&gt;Si m'aixeco al matí&amp;shy; no fa sol&lt;br /&gt;Si la cara del barri m'adorm&lt;br /&gt;Només espero que la pluja no em vesteixi de dol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiulo i canto, per la vorera jo m'entrebanco&lt;br /&gt;Jo ho veig així, aquest pessic és per mi&lt;br /&gt;Xiulo i canto, com una llágrima del terra escampo&lt;br /&gt;Jo ho veig així, un xic de món és per mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la quitxalla ja no canta ja no riu&lt;br /&gt;Que la vergonya se'ns amaga dins d'un niu (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminant, tombant, per la meva grácia bonica&lt;br /&gt;I els carrers ensenyant la ciutat un pel més rica&lt;br /&gt;Jo segueixo cantant aquest bar i tot sembla bé&lt;br /&gt;Una copa un cigarro, una cuixa que jo somiaré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiulo i canto, per la vorera jo m'entrebanco&lt;br /&gt;Jo ho veig així, aquest pessic és per mi&lt;br /&gt;Xiulo i canto, com una llágrima del terra escampo&lt;br /&gt;Jo ho veig així, un xic de món és per mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la quitxalla ja no canta ja no riu&lt;br /&gt;Que la vergonya se'ns amaga dins d'un niu (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la quitxalla no canta no balla,&lt;br /&gt;Que persegueix a la canalla que es baralla&lt;br /&gt;I el pare li pregunta perqué no treballa,&lt;br /&gt;La mare li pregunta perqué no s'amaga (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El meu deliri fuig de tu,&lt;br /&gt;El meu deliri no diu res (x4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-2902697624641810901?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2902697624641810901/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2902697624641810901' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2902697624641810901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2902697624641810901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/quitxalla-gertrudis.html' title='QUITXALLA - GERTRUDIS'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8257804005609313552</id><published>2007-04-26T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:03:57.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUSMINGUET'/><title type='text'>SONAJERO DE COLORES - DUSMINGUET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:aqua;"&gt;Alli viene mi carro, mami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dime lo que traes, escondido lo llevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#003366;"&gt;como cantava gorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:yellow;"&gt;Sonajeros de colores, pa que me crezca meneando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#e9e400;"&gt;sonajeros yo le traigo, a la niña de mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:lime;"&gt;Sonajeros de colores, pa mi niña yo traigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#9f009f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#00ca00;"&gt;sonajeros de colores, pa que me crezca meneando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#9f009f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#008a00;"&gt;Sonajeros de colores, pa mi niña yo traigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#9f009f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#005900;"&gt;sonajeros de colores, con mi carro arrastrando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#9f009f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcaca;"&gt;Pa la ciudad del desencanto traigo un carro dinamita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ff9f9f;"&gt;pa cargarme la aburrida rutina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#ff4f4f;"&gt;pa que me crezca meneando sonajeros yo le traigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;a la niña de mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#dd0000;"&gt;con el verde suena plata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#bb0000;"&gt;con el rojo la hojalata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#8a0000;"&gt;preparaos que mi niña cuando arranca ya no para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:lime;"&gt;Sonajeros de colores, pa mi niña yo traigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:lime;"&gt;sonajeros de colores, con mi carro que viene, que viene i se va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:lime;"&gt;Sonajeros de colores, pa mi niña yo traigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#00ca00;"&gt;sonajeros de colores, pa que me crezca meneando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#f800f8;"&gt;Toca en los azules mi niña aquella habanera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#d800d8;"&gt;y con el mar pinta a rayas mi camisa marinera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#bc00bc;"&gt;con la chispa de los rojos vallenatos dame guaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#990099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que la sed en tu fiesta no es delito sin sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#8a008a;"&gt;cántame mi niña que estoy triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#720072;"&gt;cántame mi niña que estoy triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#620062;"&gt;que mi mal nunca marcha, siempre sigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonajeros de colores, pa mi niña yo traigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sonajeros de colores, pa que me crezca meneando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#00ca00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sonajeros de colores, pa mi niña yo traigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sonajeros de colores, pa la ciudad del desencanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:lime;"&gt;Sonajeros de colores, pa mi niña yo traigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:lime;"&gt;sonajeros de colores, con mi carro que viene, que viene i se va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="BACKGROUND: black; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: top; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:lime;"&gt;Sonajeros de colores, pa mi niña yo traigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#00ca00;"&gt;sonajeros de colores, pa que me crezca meneando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:'Lucida Console';color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"    style="font-family:'Lucida Console';font-size:85%;color:#99ccff;"&gt;Cam camina pal camino, mi carrito del nunca llegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="CA"  style="color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8257804005609313552?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8257804005609313552/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8257804005609313552' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8257804005609313552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8257804005609313552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/sonajero-de-colores-dusminguet.html' title='SONAJERO DE COLORES - DUSMINGUET'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4728913756886351719</id><published>2007-04-17T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:04:31.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIRVANA'/><title type='text'>COME AS YOU ARE - NIRVANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;As you are&lt;br /&gt;As you were&lt;br /&gt;As I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;As a friend&lt;br /&gt;As a friend&lt;br /&gt;As a known memory&lt;br /&gt;Take your time&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up&lt;br /&gt;The choice is your&lt;br /&gt;Dont be late&lt;br /&gt;Take a rest&lt;br /&gt;As a friend&lt;br /&gt;As a known memory&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Doused in mud&lt;br /&gt;Cept in bleach&lt;br /&gt;As I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;As a trend&lt;br /&gt;A a friend&lt;br /&gt;As a known memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;That I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah&lt;br /&gt;Memory ah {dont have a gun}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;That I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;No I dont have a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{memory ah}&lt;br /&gt;{memory ah}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4728913756886351719?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4728913756886351719/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4728913756886351719' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4728913756886351719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4728913756886351719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/come-as-you-are-nirvana.html' title='COME AS YOU ARE - NIRVANA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4566974851426636460</id><published>2007-04-17T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:05:08.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLIND GUARDIAN'/><title type='text'>CELTIC SPIRIT - BLIND GUARDIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Hear my cry in my hungering search for you&lt;br /&gt;Taste my breath on the wind&lt;br /&gt;See the sky as it mirrors my colors&lt;br /&gt;Hints and whispers begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living to nourish you, cherish you&lt;br /&gt;I am pulsing the blood in your veins&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic and power of surrender to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every finger is touching, searching&lt;br /&gt;Until your secrets come out&lt;br /&gt;In the dance as it endlessly circles&lt;br /&gt;I linger close to your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living to nourish you, cherish you&lt;br /&gt;I am pulsing the blood in your veins&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic and power of surrender to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4566974851426636460?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4566974851426636460/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4566974851426636460' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4566974851426636460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4566974851426636460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/celtic-spirit-blind-guardian.html' title='CELTIC SPIRIT - BLIND GUARDIAN'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-6446833030045424826</id><published>2007-04-17T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:05:33.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NATALIE IMBRUGLIA'/><title type='text'>TORN - NATALIE IMBRUGLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;I thought I saw a man brought to life&lt;br /&gt;He was warm, he came around like he was dignified&lt;br /&gt;He showed me what it was to cry&lt;br /&gt;Well you couldnt be that man I adored&lt;br /&gt;You dont seem to know, dont seem to care what your heart is for&lt;br /&gt;But I dont know him anymore&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My conversation has run dry&lt;br /&gt;Thats whats going on, nothings fine Im torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;Youre a little late, Im already torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the fortune tellers right&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light&lt;br /&gt;To crawl beneath my veins and now&lt;br /&gt;I dont care, I have no luck, I dont miss it all that much&lt;br /&gt;Theres just so many things that I cant touch, Im torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;Youre a little late, Im already torn. torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing where he used to lie&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration has run dry&lt;br /&gt;Thats whats going on, nothings right, Im torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Im cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Illusion never changed into something real&lt;br /&gt;Im wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn&lt;br /&gt;Im all out of faith, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Im cold and Im ashamed bound and broken on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Youre a little late, Im already torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-6446833030045424826?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/6446833030045424826/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=6446833030045424826' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6446833030045424826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6446833030045424826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/torn-natalie-imbruglia.html' title='TORN - NATALIE IMBRUGLIA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-7000466473536066435</id><published>2007-04-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:06:00.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SONATA ARCTICA'/><title type='text'>VICTORIA'S SECRET - SONATA ARCTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The light escapes her room tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Every little moment tells her, now it's time,.&lt;br /&gt;Opening a new scar, closing the wounds with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;No more crying in the lanterns light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave with the first light, go when you still see the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Run for the sunlight, gate is now open for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the path and singing now you got away.&lt;br /&gt;You can reach the goals that you have set from now on , every day.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way you would go back now, oh no, those days are past.&lt;br /&gt;Life is waiting for the one who loves to live, and it is not a secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shades of darkness filled her life.&lt;br /&gt;In every single corner you can not turn right.&lt;br /&gt;Night could pass for a day, in her lack of faith, she let it all fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Once more, a cry in the lanterns light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the sunlight, leave, you will not see the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Walk for the first time, no one has waited for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the path and singing now you got away.&lt;br /&gt;You can reach the goals that you have set from now on, every day.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way you would go back now, oh no, those days are past.&lt;br /&gt;Life is waiting for the one who loves to live, and it is not a secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the path and singing now you got away.&lt;br /&gt;You can reach the goals that you have set from now on, every day.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way you would go back now, oh no, those days are past.&lt;br /&gt;Life's there for the ones who love to live and take it all, for it is free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the path and singing now you got away.&lt;br /&gt;You can reach the goals that you have set from now on, every day.&lt;br /&gt;There is no way you would go back now, oh no, those days are past.&lt;br /&gt;Life is waiting for the one who loves to live, and it is not a secret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-7000466473536066435?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7000466473536066435/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7000466473536066435' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7000466473536066435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7000466473536066435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/victorias-secret-sonata-arctica.html' title='VICTORIA&apos;S SECRET - SONATA ARCTICA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-6797296068641608705</id><published>2007-04-16T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:06:43.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE OFFSPRING'/><title type='text'>CAN'T REPEAT - THE OFFSPRING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2094cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke the other day&lt;br /&gt;And saw my world has changed&lt;br /&gt;The past is over but tomorrow's wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold onto what's been done (woah)&lt;br /&gt;I can't grab onto what's to come (woah)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just wishing I could stop, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Come of age&lt;br /&gt;Can't hold on&lt;br /&gt;Turn the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time rolls on&lt;br /&gt;Wipe these eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday laughs&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;The good times we can't repeat&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone and we can never get them back&lt;br /&gt;Now we must move ahead (woah)&lt;br /&gt;Despite our fear and dread (woah)&lt;br /&gt;We're all just wishing we could stop, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Come of age&lt;br /&gt;Can't hold on&lt;br /&gt;Turn the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time rolls on&lt;br /&gt;Wipe your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday laughs&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all our joys and fears&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in forgotten years&lt;br /&gt;The past is laughing as today just slips away&lt;br /&gt;Time tears down what we've made (woah)&lt;br /&gt;And sets another stage (woah)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just wishing we could stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Come of age&lt;br /&gt;Can't hold on&lt;br /&gt;Turn the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time rolls on&lt;br /&gt;Wipe these eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday laughs&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time rolls on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-6797296068641608705?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/6797296068641608705/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=6797296068641608705' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6797296068641608705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6797296068641608705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-repeat-offspring.html' title='CAN&apos;T REPEAT - THE OFFSPRING'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-234272348071920798</id><published>2007-04-03T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:07:09.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EVANESCENCE'/><title type='text'>I MUST BE DREAMING - EVANESCENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I pretend that I don't see&lt;br /&gt;What you hide so carelessly?&lt;br /&gt;I saw her bleed&lt;br /&gt;You heard me breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I froze inside myself&lt;br /&gt;And turned away&lt;br /&gt;I must be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live&lt;br /&gt;We all die&lt;br /&gt;That does not begin to justify you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what it seems&lt;br /&gt;Not what you think&lt;br /&gt;No I must be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Not in real life&lt;br /&gt;No I must be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help you know I've got to tell someone&lt;br /&gt;Tell them what I know you've done&lt;br /&gt;I fear you but spoken fears can come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live&lt;br /&gt;We all die&lt;br /&gt;That does not begin to justify you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what it seems&lt;br /&gt;Not what you think&lt;br /&gt;No I must be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;It's only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Not in real life&lt;br /&gt;No I must be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live&lt;br /&gt;We all die&lt;br /&gt;That does not begin to justify you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what it seems&lt;br /&gt;Not what you think&lt;br /&gt;No I must be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Not in real life&lt;br /&gt;No I must be dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-234272348071920798?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/234272348071920798/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=234272348071920798' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/234272348071920798'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crece la voz, crece la voz en el mundo entero,&lt;br /&gt;en el mundo entero crece la voz en el mundo entero caiga la pena debajo al suelo&lt;br /&gt;ai&lt;br /&gt;crece la voz, crece la voz en el mundo entero,&lt;br /&gt;en el mundo entero crece la voz en el mundo entero caiga la pena debajo al suelo&lt;br /&gt;ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escucha como a tu aliento le siente eh,&lt;br /&gt;murmullo que te grita constante eh&lt;br /&gt;van pinceladas de tinta hablada&lt;br /&gt;que teñiran mundos grises van van persiguen van van no paran van&lt;br /&gt;van debajo de tus pies van van pero siguen van van no paran,&lt;br /&gt;palante palante palante palante palante palante palante palante palante eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crece la voz, crece la voz en el mundo entero,&lt;br /&gt;en el mundo entero crece la voz en el mundo entero caiga la pena debajo al suelo&lt;br /&gt;ai&lt;br /&gt;crece la voz, crece la voz en el mundo entero,&lt;br /&gt;en el mundo entero crece la voz en el mundo entero caiga la pena debajo al suelo&lt;br /&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;En el tramo del camino que junta lo bueno y lo malo&lt;br /&gt;donde se rompen los destinos y se separan las manos&lt;br /&gt;donde nadie recuerda que fuimos hermanos&lt;br /&gt;por eso yo canto hoy,&lt;br /&gt;mi mal espanto y voy en un mundo que esta loco unos crecen&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco en un mundo que esta loco hay quien no crece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crece la voz, crece la voz en el mundo entero, en el mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;crece la voz en el mundo entero caiga la pena debajo al suelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai&lt;br /&gt;crece la voz, crece la voz en el mundo entero, en el mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;crece la voz en el mundo entero caiga la pena debajo al suelo&lt;br /&gt;ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te llena la boca de libertad lleva la palabra clara, lleva la palabra&lt;br /&gt;firme lleva llevala oye llevala lleva la palabra clara lleva la palabra&lt;br /&gt;firme llevala oye llevala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4503780796654611863?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4503780796654611863/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4503780796654611863' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4503780796654611863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4503780796654611863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/crece-la-voz-macaco.html' title='CRECE LA VOZ - MACACO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8299513504295382110</id><published>2007-04-03T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:08:01.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COUNTING CROWS'/><title type='text'>ACTUALLY IN LOVE - COUNTING CROWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So she said what's the problem baby&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe I'm in love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Think about it every time&lt;br /&gt;I think about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much longer will it take to cure this&lt;br /&gt;Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Turn a little faster&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;The world will follow after&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody's after love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said I'm a snowball running&lt;br /&gt;Running down into the spring that's coming all this love&lt;br /&gt;Melting under blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Belting out sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well baby I surrender&lt;br /&gt;To the strawberry ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Never ever end of all this love&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't mean to do it&lt;br /&gt;But there's no escaping your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines of lightning&lt;br /&gt;Mean we're never alone,&lt;br /&gt;Never alone, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;Move a little closer&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you whisper&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Come on&lt;br /&gt;Settle down inside my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Jump a little higher&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;If you feel a little lighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;We were once&lt;br /&gt;Upon a time in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're accidentally in love&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally in love &lt;i&gt;[x7]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm In Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Love, I'm in Love,&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally &lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Spin a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;And the world's a little brighter&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself inside her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ...I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-8299513504295382110?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8299513504295382110/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8299513504295382110' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8299513504295382110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8299513504295382110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/actually-in-love-counting-crows.html' title='ACTUALLY IN LOVE - COUNTING CROWS'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-2784905088653835021</id><published>2007-04-03T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:08:28.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MALA RODRIGUEZ'/><title type='text'>LA NIÑA - MALA RODRIGUEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666699;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ésta es la historia de una niña&lt;br /&gt;que vivia en el barrio de la paz.&lt;br /&gt;De ella se decia que queria vender droga&lt;br /&gt;como su papa.&lt;br /&gt;Por ella nadie apostaba&lt;br /&gt;su futuro se nublaba&lt;br /&gt;y no habia hecho mas que empezar.&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién no quiere dinero?,&lt;br /&gt;dime quién no quiere dinero&lt;br /&gt;pa gastarlo en la ciuda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria pan, queria joyas,&lt;br /&gt;no valora na’ si no llora.&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor d no tené na’&lt;br /&gt;es tené que trabaja y suda&lt;br /&gt;por aparta la miseria un lado,&lt;br /&gt;y conseguir respeto&lt;br /&gt;a base de coraje y cojones.&lt;br /&gt;Ella lo tenia, ella lo sabia&lt;br /&gt;ella, se lo merecia.&lt;br /&gt;Valia pa’ eso y pa’ mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenia to’ lo que queria&lt;br /&gt;vestia la ropa con la que&lt;br /&gt;tu sólo puedes soñar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos son los valentes&lt;br /&gt;que se pierden en la mar.&lt;br /&gt;Pero pa’ cuando tu sólo sirves&lt;br /&gt;pa’ traficar es lo que pasa:&lt;br /&gt;Te llaman, te llaman, teléfono no deja de sonar...&lt;br /&gt;Te llaman, te llaman[si, si], teléfono no deja de sonar...&lt;br /&gt;Te llaman, te llaman, teléfono no deja de sonar...&lt;br /&gt;Te llaman, te llaman, teléfono no deja de sonar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ésta es la historia de una niña&lt;br /&gt;que vivia en el barrio de la paz,&lt;br /&gt;De ella se decia que queria vender droga&lt;br /&gt;como su papa.&lt;br /&gt;Por ella nadie apostaba&lt;br /&gt;su futuro se nublaba&lt;br /&gt;y no habia hecho mas que empezar.&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién no quiere dinero?,&lt;br /&gt;dime quién no quiere dinero&lt;br /&gt;pa gastarlo en la ciuda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A las nueve estaba alli&lt;br /&gt;era respeto lo que faltaba.&lt;br /&gt;Sin cuida’o volaron las balas.&lt;br /&gt;¿Tan dificil es levantarse por la mañana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ser mujer, llevaba pistola,&lt;br /&gt;ya sabes, pa’ no sentirse sola.&lt;br /&gt;A nadie le gusta que le jodan.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre, tu tienes que pensa dos veces:&lt;br /&gt;¿quién se come la mierda cuando aparece?&lt;br /&gt;Si sales de alli es porque tienes suerte.&lt;br /&gt;La otra vez, tendré mas cuida’o[nana, nana]&lt;br /&gt;iré con gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenia to’ lo que queria&lt;br /&gt;vestia la ropa con la que&lt;br /&gt;tu sólo puedes soñar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ésta es la historia de una niña&lt;br /&gt;que vivia en el barrio de la paz,&lt;br /&gt;De ella se decia que queria vender droga&lt;br /&gt;como su papa.&lt;br /&gt;Por ella nadie apostaba&lt;br /&gt;su futuro se nublaba&lt;br /&gt;y no habia hecho mas que empezar.&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién no quiere dinero?,&lt;br /&gt;dime quién no quiere dinero&lt;br /&gt;pa gastarlo en la ciuda... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-2784905088653835021?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2784905088653835021/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2784905088653835021' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2784905088653835021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2784905088653835021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-nia-mala-rodriguez.html' title='LA NIÑA - MALA RODRIGUEZ'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-6418943679969605704</id><published>2007-04-03T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:08:57.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUNCAN DHU'/><title type='text'>CIEN GAVIOTAS - DUNCAN DHU</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoy el viento sopla ms de lo normal&lt;br /&gt;Las olas intentando salirse del mar&lt;br /&gt;El cielo es gris y t no lo podrs cambiar&lt;br /&gt;Mira hacia lo lejos busca otro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Y cien gaviotas donde iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no has visto a nadie con quien derrumbar&lt;br /&gt;Los muros que gobiernan en esta ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no has visto a nadie con quien disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;Placeres que tan slo t imaginars&lt;br /&gt;Y tus miradas dnde iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy podrs beber y lamentar&lt;br /&gt;Que ya no volvern&lt;br /&gt;Sus alas a volar&lt;br /&gt;Cien gaviotas dnde iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy el da ya no es como los dems&lt;br /&gt;El ron y la cerveza harn que acabes mal&lt;br /&gt;Nena ven conmigo, djate llevar&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te ensear dnde termina el mar&lt;br /&gt;Y cien gaviotas dnde irn. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-6418943679969605704?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/6418943679969605704/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><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-2138970653125228647.post-4322691603987944123</id><published>2007-04-03T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:09:19.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SKA-P'/><title type='text'>NIÑO SOLDADO - SKA-P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fui a nacer donde no hay nada&lt;br /&gt;tras esa linea que separa el bien del mal&lt;br /&gt;Mi tierra se llama miseria&lt;br /&gt;y no conozco la palabra libertad&lt;br /&gt;fui secuestrado en una guerra&lt;br /&gt;torturado y preparado pa matar&lt;br /&gt;me han convertido en una bestia&lt;br /&gt;soy solo un niño que no tiene identidad&lt;br /&gt;me han obligado a disparar&lt;br /&gt;me han ensenado como asesinar&lt;br /&gt;me han obligado a mutilar&lt;br /&gt;en un infierno terrenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH NO, TU INDIFERENCIA NO TIENE PERDON&lt;br /&gt;QUIEN TE ROBO EL CORAZON ?&lt;br /&gt;NO TE LEVANTES DEL SILLON&lt;br /&gt;EH NO, TU INDIFERENCIA NO TIENE PERDON&lt;br /&gt;QUIEN TE ROBO EL CORAZON ?&lt;br /&gt;APAGA LA TELEVISION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una pistola en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;me esta obligando a asesinar a mi papá&lt;br /&gt;soy una maquina de guerra&lt;br /&gt;mi dedo aprieta ese gatillo sin mirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me han obligado a disparar&lt;br /&gt;me han ensenado como asesinar&lt;br /&gt;me han obligado a mutilar&lt;br /&gt;en un infierno terrenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH NO, TU INDIFERENCIA NO TIENE PERDON&lt;br /&gt;QUIEN TE ROBO EL CORAZON ?&lt;br /&gt;NO TE LEVANTES DEL SILLON&lt;br /&gt;EH NO, TU INDIFERENCIA NO TIENE PERDON&lt;br /&gt;QUIEN TE ROBO EL CORAZON ?&lt;br /&gt;APAGA LA TELEVISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4322691603987944123?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4322691603987944123/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4322691603987944123' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4322691603987944123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4322691603987944123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/nio-soldado-ska-p.html' title='NIÑO SOLDADO - SKA-P'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-2949204288785683397</id><published>2007-04-03T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:09:44.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROBBIE WILLIAMS'/><title type='text'>ROCK DJ. - ROBBIE WILLIAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me with the floorshow&lt;br /&gt;Kickin' with your torso&lt;br /&gt;Boys getting high&lt;br /&gt;And the girls even more so&lt;br /&gt;Wave your hands if you're not with a man&lt;br /&gt;Can I kick it?&lt;br /&gt;(Yes you can)&lt;br /&gt;I got&lt;br /&gt;(Funk)&lt;br /&gt;You got&lt;br /&gt;(Soul)&lt;br /&gt;We got everybody&lt;br /&gt;I've got the gift&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stick it in the goal&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babylon back in business&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a witness?&lt;br /&gt;Every girl, every man&lt;br /&gt;Houston, do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Ground control, can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Need permission to land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock, DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're keepin' me up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin' in the classes&lt;br /&gt;Music for your masses&lt;br /&gt;Give no head&lt;br /&gt;No backstage passes&lt;br /&gt;Have a proper giggle&lt;br /&gt;I'll be quite polite&lt;br /&gt;But when I rock the mic&lt;br /&gt;I rock the mic&lt;br /&gt;(Right)&lt;br /&gt;You got no love, then you're with the wrong man&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move your body&lt;br /&gt;If you can't get a girl&lt;br /&gt;But your best friend can&lt;br /&gt;It's time to move your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be sleazy&lt;br /&gt;Baby just tease me&lt;br /&gt;Got no family planed (planned)&lt;br /&gt;Houston, do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Ground control, can you feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Need permission to land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock(rock) DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop(stop), DJ?&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're keeping me up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock, DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop, DJ?&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're keeping me up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimpin' aint easy&lt;br /&gt;Most of them fleece me&lt;br /&gt;Every night&lt;br /&gt;Pimpin' ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;But if you're sellin' it, sellin' it, sellin' it&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rock(rock), DJ&lt;br /&gt;But you're making me feel so nice&lt;br /&gt;When's it gonna stop(stop), DJ?&lt;br /&gt;Cos you're keeping me up all night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-2949204288785683397?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2949204288785683397/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2949204288785683397' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2949204288785683397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2949204288785683397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/rock-dj-robbie-williams.html' title='ROCK DJ. - ROBBIE WILLIAMS'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-1622854309040942396</id><published>2007-04-03T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:10:14.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SONATA ARCTICA'/><title type='text'>THE GUN - SONATA ARCTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back then it was only fun, something we'd always done&lt;br /&gt;Smash it up, and then you run, all that without a gun&lt;br /&gt;But something came up one day, some bills you couldn't pay&lt;br /&gt;And you got carried away, oh so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanna use ya, they wanna lose ya&lt;br /&gt;They make your Father singing "Hallelujah"&lt;br /&gt;I wanna help ya, so let me help ya&lt;br /&gt;I gotta ask you, buddy,&lt;br /&gt;Where did you find the gun?&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I ask everybody have they seen ya&lt;br /&gt;You tell 'em you're fine and they believe ya&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a call &amp; I see through ya&lt;br /&gt;You wasted your life, where did you find the gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Man's only son, your mother on ironlung&lt;br /&gt;No money from anyone, but now you've got the gun&lt;br /&gt;Stick up on 2nd Street, I heard you running feet&lt;br /&gt;Lay down, get a seat and beg them for mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanna use ya, they wanna lose ya&lt;br /&gt;They make your Father singing "Hallelujah"&lt;br /&gt;I wanna help ya, so let me help ya&lt;br /&gt;I gotta ask you, buddy, where did you find the gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask everybody have they seen ya&lt;br /&gt;You tell 'em you're fine and they believe ya&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a call &amp;amp; I see through ya&lt;br /&gt;You wasted your life, where did you find the gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By an accident you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;From the slammer with too much friends&lt;br /&gt;You shot an officer, you shot him down&lt;br /&gt;Now your young life is gone&lt;br /&gt;You're older than you are, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Because you had the gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask everybody have they seen ya&lt;br /&gt;You tell 'em you're fine and they believe ya&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a call &amp; I see through ya&lt;br /&gt;You wasted your life, where did you find the gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to make you pay &amp;amp; they will find ya&lt;br /&gt;You try to hide away but they have seen ya&lt;br /&gt;Rest while you can, believe me now&lt;br /&gt;You gotta run for your life&lt;br /&gt;Where did you find the gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you find the gun?&lt;br /&gt;Find the gun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-1622854309040942396?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/1622854309040942396/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=1622854309040942396' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1622854309040942396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1622854309040942396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/gun-sonata-arctica.html' title='THE GUN - SONATA ARCTICA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-1417984012794965157</id><published>2007-04-03T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:11:00.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEPECHE MODE'/><title type='text'>ENJOY THE SILENCE - DEPECHE MODE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#33cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words like violence&lt;br /&gt;Break the silence&lt;br /&gt;Come crashing in&lt;br /&gt;Into my little world&lt;br /&gt;Painful to me&lt;br /&gt;Pierce right through me&lt;br /&gt;Cant you understand&lt;br /&gt;Oh my little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;All I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;Is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Words are very unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;They can only do harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vows are spoken&lt;br /&gt;To be broken&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are intense&lt;br /&gt;Words are trivial&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures remain&lt;br /&gt;So does the pain&lt;br /&gt;Words are meaningless&lt;br /&gt;And forgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;All I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;Is here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Words are very unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;They can only do harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-1417984012794965157?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/1417984012794965157/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=1417984012794965157' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1417984012794965157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1417984012794965157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/enjoy-silence-depeche-mode.html' title='ENJOY THE SILENCE - DEPECHE MODE'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8478743984994388662</id><published>2007-04-03T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:11:22.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DEPT.'/><title type='text'>COMPTA AMB MI - DEPT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Compta amb mi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;recorda'm&lt;/span&gt; com la solució al teu verí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La gota que desprèn la màgia del destí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'ajut per retornar al teu camí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tornaré&lt;/span&gt; a fer-te veure coses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pensar en el que oblides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada cop que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m'he allunyat &lt;/span&gt;de tu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seré els teus ulls &lt;/span&gt;quan creuis la foscor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Donaré&lt;/span&gt; el meu món, el meu petit espai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;les meves sensacións, la sort que m'acompanya,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la il·lusió per tot, el ritme de la vida, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la passió &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;per tu &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt; tot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;Buscaré com &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;omplir&lt;/span&gt; tots &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;els buits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que tens en el teu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com poder &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alliberar un somriure &lt;/span&gt;presoner,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aconseguir que tot vagi més bé&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avui&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; pot ser&lt;/span&gt; el punt que marca el canvi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'opció que tu tens,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El pas que et porti a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;creure&lt;/span&gt; un altre cop &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;en tu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Per aixó només puc dir-te &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;compta amb mi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Per tu...tot&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8478743984994388662?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8478743984994388662/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8478743984994388662' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8478743984994388662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8478743984994388662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/04/compta-amb-mi-dept.html' title='COMPTA AMB MI - DEPT.'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8968365543883906467</id><published>2007-04-03T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:11:49.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOOL&apos;S GARDEN'/><title type='text'>LEMON TREE - FOOL'S GARDEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sitting here in the boring room&lt;br /&gt;It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging around&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever happens and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm driving around in my car&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving too fast&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving too far&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to change my point of view&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever happens and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning my head up and down&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning turning turning turning turning around&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;I miss the power&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go out taking a shower&lt;br /&gt;But there's a heavy cloud inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;Put myself into bed&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolation is not good for me&lt;br /&gt;Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy&lt;br /&gt;Baby anyhow I'll get another toy&lt;br /&gt;And everything will happen and you wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm turning my head up and down&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning turning turning turning turning around&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see&lt;br /&gt;Is just a yellow lemon-tree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8968365543883906467?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138970653125228647.post-8532723585759234949</id><published>2007-03-29T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:12:25.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TONY ROLAND'/><title type='text'>HELP - TONY ROLAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solo en mi cuarto, en un rincón,&lt;br /&gt;apurando un vaso y una ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;cuántas horas me paso sin nada más&lt;br /&gt;que recordando su forma de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Somos amigos desde niñez&lt;br /&gt;y por eso te pido: ayúdame.&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche contigo voy a salir,&lt;br /&gt;rey de este mundo me quiero sentir.&lt;br /&gt;He de olvidarme de aquel fracaso,&lt;br /&gt;de aquel fracaso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Help, ayúdame,&lt;br /&gt;en tu amistad he puesto toda mi fe,&lt;br /&gt;Help, ayúdame,&lt;br /&gt;y tiéndeme la mano de un hermano.(bis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supo reírse de mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;yo que tanto la quise y se burló.&lt;br /&gt;Ya pasé días tristes, ahora cambié,&lt;br /&gt;su compañía me hará un gran bien.&lt;br /&gt;Somos amigos desde niñez&lt;br /&gt;y por eso te pido: ayúdame.&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche contigo voy a salir,&lt;br /&gt;rey de este mundo me quiero sentir.&lt;br /&gt;He de olvidarme de aquel fracaso,&lt;br /&gt;de aquel fracaso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Help, ayúdame,&lt;br /&gt;en tu amistad he puesto toda mi fe,&lt;br /&gt;Help, ayúdame,&lt;br /&gt;y tiéndeme la mano de un hermano.(bis)(bis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8532723585759234949?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8532723585759234949/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8532723585759234949' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8532723585759234949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting in a corner all alone,&lt;br /&gt;staring from the bottom of his soul,&lt;br /&gt;watching the night come in from the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again&lt;br /&gt;In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding&lt;br /&gt;It has no name, there's one for every season&lt;br /&gt;Makes him insane to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away from it all&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks Hunted by his own,&lt;br /&gt;again he feels the moon rising on the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a barn which to sleep in, but can he hide anymore&lt;br /&gt;Someones at the door, understanding too demanding&lt;br /&gt;Can this be wrong, it's love that is not ending&lt;br /&gt;Makes him insane to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should not lock the open door&lt;br /&gt;(run away, run away, run way)&lt;br /&gt;Fullmoon is on the sky and He's not a man anymore&lt;br /&gt;See the change in Him but can't&lt;br /&gt;(run away, run away, run away)&lt;br /&gt;See what became out of her man... Fullmoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming across the bay,&lt;br /&gt;the nite is gray, so calm today&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't wanna wait.&lt;br /&gt;"We've gotta make the love complete tonight..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mist of the morning he cannot fight anymore&lt;br /&gt;A hundred moons or more, he's been howling&lt;br /&gt;Knock on the door, and scream that is soon ending&lt;br /&gt;Mess on the floor again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should not lock the open door&lt;br /&gt;(run away run away, run away)&lt;br /&gt;Fullmoon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore&lt;br /&gt;Sees the change in him but can't&lt;br /&gt;(run away, run away, run away)&lt;br /&gt;See what became out of her man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should not lock the open door&lt;br /&gt;(run away run away, run away)&lt;br /&gt;Fullmoon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore&lt;br /&gt;Sees the change in him but can't&lt;br /&gt;(run away, run away, run away)&lt;br /&gt;See what became out of her darling man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should not lock the open door&lt;br /&gt;(run away run away, run away)&lt;br /&gt;Fullmoon is on the sky and he's not a man anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what became out of her man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8413044966776760928?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8413044966776760928/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8413044966776760928' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8413044966776760928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8413044966776760928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/full-moon-sonata-arctica.html' title='FULL MOON - SONATA ARCTICA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-5812139478489169458</id><published>2007-03-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:13:23.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EVANESCENCE'/><title type='text'>ANYTHING FOR YOU - EVANESCENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d give anything to give me to you&lt;br /&gt;Can you forget the world that you thought you knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want me&lt;br /&gt;Come and find me (I’m here for you)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s stopping you&lt;br /&gt;So please release me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll believe all your lies&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend you love me&lt;br /&gt;Make believe, close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be anything for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing left to make me feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;There’s only you and everyday I need more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want me&lt;br /&gt;Come and find me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do anything you say&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll believe all your lies&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend you love me&lt;br /&gt;Make believe, close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll believe all your lies&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend you love me&lt;br /&gt;Make believe, close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be anything for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll become your earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;Forever never die&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll believe all your lies&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend you love me&lt;br /&gt;Make believe, close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll believe all your lies&lt;br /&gt;Just pretend you love me&lt;br /&gt;Make believe, close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be anything for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DEDICAT A LA MIREIA I LA LAIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2138970653125228647-5812139478489169458?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/5812139478489169458/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=5812139478489169458' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5812139478489169458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5812139478489169458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/anything-for-you-evanescence.html' title='ANYTHING FOR YOU - EVANESCENCE'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-7836856261291031630</id><published>2007-03-28T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:13:53.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE'/><title type='text'>TO THE END - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#99cc00;"&gt;He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb.&lt;br /&gt;He's always choking from the stench and the fume.&lt;br /&gt;The wedding party all collapsed in the room.&lt;br /&gt;So send my resignation to the bride and the groom.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go down!&lt;br /&gt;This elevator only goes up to ten.&lt;br /&gt;He's not around.&lt;br /&gt;He's always looking at men&lt;br /&gt;Down by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;As they are&lt;br /&gt;Face down and bloated snap a shot with the lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;Would you bury me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you carry me to the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So say goodbye) to the vows you take&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodbye) to the life you make&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodbye) to the heart you break&lt;br /&gt;And all the cyanide you drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps a picture of the body she lends.&lt;br /&gt;Got nasty blisters from the money she spends.&lt;br /&gt;She's got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz&lt;br /&gt;She drives at 90 by the Barbies and Kens.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever say never too late.&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget all the diamonds you ate.&lt;br /&gt;Lost in coma and covered in cake.&lt;br /&gt;Increase the medication.&lt;br /&gt;Share the vows at the wake.&lt;br /&gt;(Kiss the bride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;Would you bury me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you carry me to the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So say goodbye) to the vows you take&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodbye) to the life you make&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodbye) to the heart you break&lt;br /&gt;And all the cyanide you drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodbye) to the last parade&lt;br /&gt;(And walk away) from the choice you made&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodnight) to the heart you break&lt;br /&gt;And all the cyanide you drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So say goodbye) to the vows you take&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodbye) to the life you make&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodbye) to the heart you break&lt;br /&gt;And all the cyanide you drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodbye) to the last parade&lt;br /&gt;(And walk away) from the choice you made&lt;br /&gt;(And say goodnight) to the heart you break&lt;br /&gt;And all the cyanide you drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the last parade&lt;br /&gt;When the parties fade&lt;br /&gt;And the choice you made&lt;br /&gt;To the End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-7836856261291031630?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7836856261291031630/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7836856261291031630' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7836856261291031630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7836856261291031630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-end-my-chemical-romance.html' title='TO THE END - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-2448949443238945809</id><published>2007-03-28T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:14:19.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUSMINGUET'/><title type='text'>EL SON - DUSMINGUET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;font-size:100%;color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo vi en tu cara un aviso&lt;br /&gt;Y no me pude resistir&lt;br /&gt;Que aunque andara cerca el peligro&lt;br /&gt;Yo no me pude percibir&lt;br /&gt;Como los gatos curiosos&lt;br /&gt;Con mi mirada aceché&lt;br /&gt;Luego asomé la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Y en el vacío me quedé&lt;br /&gt;Son, son, son, pura maldición&lt;br /&gt;Y entrando en la cuarentena&lt;br /&gt;El sueño me abandonó&lt;br /&gt;Los ojos todos rojitos&lt;br /&gt;Mi piel perdía el color&lt;br /&gt;Y en la fiebre de mi locura&lt;br /&gt;Por fin yo daba a aentender&lt;br /&gt;Lo muerta que está mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Lo vivo que está el querer&lt;br /&gt;Son, son, son pura maldición&lt;br /&gt;Cuando yo era pequeñito&lt;br /&gt;Bautizaron mi caudal&lt;br /&gt;Caundo abandoné mi casa&lt;br /&gt;Lo dejé ahi en el portal&lt;br /&gt;Por eso a tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;No le guardo yo rencor&lt;br /&gt;Maligno, santo o diablo&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido siempre el amor&lt;br /&gt;Éste es el son que yo traigo del valle&lt;br /&gt;Pa que bailemos todos en la calle&lt;br /&gt;Son, son, maldición oscura&lt;br /&gt;Que me engatusas con tu sabrosura&lt;br /&gt;Báilalo, gózalo, déjate conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Por su cadencia&lt;br /&gt;Son, son, son pura maldición&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-2448949443238945809?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2448949443238945809/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2448949443238945809' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2448949443238945809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2448949443238945809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-son-dusminguet.html' title='EL SON - DUSMINGUET'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-7236698452216801565</id><published>2007-03-28T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:14:43.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SYSTEM OF A DOWN'/><title type='text'>B.Y.O.B. - SYSTEM OF A DOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!&lt;br /&gt;Barbarisms by Barbaras&lt;br /&gt;With pointed heels.&lt;br /&gt;Victorious, victories kneel.&lt;br /&gt;For brand new spankin' deals.&lt;br /&gt;Marching forward hypocritic&lt;br /&gt;And hypnotic computers.&lt;br /&gt;You depend on our protection,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling roses disappearing,&lt;br /&gt;Into Moses’ dry mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into Fort Knox,&lt;br /&gt;Stealing our intentions,&lt;br /&gt;Hangars sitting dripped in oil,&lt;br /&gt;Crying FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed to obsoletion,&lt;br /&gt;Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast off, it's party time,&lt;br /&gt;And we don't live in a fascist nation,&lt;br /&gt;Blast off, it's party time,&lt;br /&gt;And where the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;….. Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t presidents fight the war?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always send the poor?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t presidents fight the war?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always send the poor? &lt;i&gt;[X4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneeling roses disappearing,&lt;br /&gt;Into Moses’ dry mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into Fort Knox,&lt;br /&gt;Stealing our intentions,&lt;br /&gt;Hangars sitting dripped in oil,&lt;br /&gt;Crying FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed to obsoletion,&lt;br /&gt;Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck are you!&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck are you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t presidents fight the war?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always send the poor?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t presidents fight the war?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always send the poor? &lt;i&gt;[X3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, do, they always send the poor &lt;i&gt;[X3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only send the poor &lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-7236698452216801565?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7236698452216801565/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7236698452216801565' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7236698452216801565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7236698452216801565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/byob-system-of-down.html' title='B.Y.O.B. - SYSTEM OF A DOWN'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4496880759815850835</id><published>2007-03-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:15:11.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SONATA ARCTICA'/><title type='text'>STILL LOVING YOU - SONATA ARCTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time, it needs time&lt;br /&gt;To remake your love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there ...&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can remake your love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there ...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Fight, baby why?&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there ...&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can break down the walls someday&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again all the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has built the wall so strong that I can't get through!&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance to start once again?&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try, baby try&lt;br /&gt;To trust in my love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there ...&lt;br /&gt;Love our love&lt;br /&gt;Just shouldn't be thrown away&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again all the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has built the wall so strong that I can't get through!&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance to start once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again all the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Yes I hurt your pride and I know what you been through&lt;br /&gt;You should give me a chance, this can't be the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4496880759815850835?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4496880759815850835/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4496880759815850835' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4496880759815850835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4496880759815850835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-loving-you-sonata-arctica.html' title='STILL LOVING YOU - SONATA ARCTICA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-5330609318915668470</id><published>2007-03-28T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:15:46.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRANBERRIES'/><title type='text'>ZOMBIE - CRANBERRIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another head hangs lowly,&lt;br /&gt;Child is slowly taken.&lt;br /&gt;And the violence caused such silence,&lt;br /&gt;Who are we mistaken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they are fighting,&lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs,&lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns.&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head,&lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,&lt;br /&gt;In your head,&lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mother's breakin',&lt;br /&gt;Heart is taking over.&lt;br /&gt;When the vi'lence causes silence,&lt;br /&gt;We must be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they're still fighting,&lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs,&lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns.&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head,&lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,&lt;br /&gt;In your head,&lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/2138970653125228647-5330609318915668470?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/5330609318915668470/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=5330609318915668470' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5330609318915668470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5330609318915668470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/zombie-cranberries.html' title='ZOMBIE - CRANBERRIES'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4730948931688315549</id><published>2007-03-28T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:16:11.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MACACO'/><title type='text'>MAMA TIERRA - MACACO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que dificil cantarle a tierra madre,&lt;br /&gt;que nos aguanta y nos vio crecer,&lt;br /&gt;y a los padres de tus padres&lt;br /&gt;y a tus hijos los que vendrán despues,&lt;br /&gt;si la miras como a tu mama&lt;br /&gt;quizas nos cambie la mirada,&lt;br /&gt;y actuemos como el que defiende a los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;y a los que vienen con el,&lt;br /&gt;la raiz en mis pies yo sentí,&lt;br /&gt;levante la mano y ví,&lt;br /&gt;que todo va unido, que todo es un ciclo,&lt;br /&gt;la tierra, el cielo y de nuevo aqui,&lt;br /&gt;como el agua del mar a las nubes va,&lt;br /&gt;llueve el agua y vuelta a empezar,oye i yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grite ,grite...o no lo ves??&lt;br /&gt;va muriendo lentamente,mama tierra...mother earth...&lt;br /&gt;(bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se trata de romper ventanas,&lt;br /&gt;ni farolas ni de cara,&lt;br /&gt;mejor romper conciencias..equivocadas..oye..&lt;br /&gt;nadie nos enseñó ni a ti ni a mi,&lt;br /&gt;nadie nos explicó ni a ti ni a mí,&lt;br /&gt;mejor aprender, que corra la voz y quizás conseguir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bbrbojer... bombeando tierra madre dice....&lt;br /&gt;tr trr bombeando tierra madre te dice...basta!&lt;br /&gt;trtrt bombeando trtrt bombeando&lt;br /&gt;tierra madre escuche...&lt;br /&gt;trtrt bombeando tierra madre dice...ponte en pie&lt;br /&gt;trttr bombeando ...mirame ihee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grite,grite...o no lo ve?? (no no no no lo ve...)&lt;br /&gt;va muriendo lentamente, mama tierra...mother earth...&lt;br /&gt;(bis x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mama reclama,&lt;br /&gt;se le apaga la llama,&lt;br /&gt;y esto no es de hoy&lt;br /&gt;de tiempos de atras oihoy..&lt;br /&gt;decre decadas degradando&lt;br /&gt;Ya mama reclama,&lt;br /&gt;se le apaga la llama,&lt;br /&gt;se la venden hoy,&lt;br /&gt;de lo que fue a lo que soy,&lt;br /&gt;se tre magnifican sus latidos uhoy..&lt;br /&gt;llaman llaman..&lt;br /&gt;mama tierra llaman..&lt;br /&gt;ya que las manejan sin plan&lt;br /&gt;demasiadas cavan&lt;br /&gt;otras se caen luego frutos no dan&lt;br /&gt;llaman llaman..&lt;br /&gt;mama tierra llaman...&lt;br /&gt;oidos sordos les hace el "man",&lt;br /&gt;miradas se tapan,&lt;br /&gt;contaminan hasta que eliminan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grite,grite..o no lo ves???&lt;br /&gt;va muriendo lentamente, mama tierra... mother earth&lt;br /&gt;(bis x4) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4730948931688315549?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4730948931688315549/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4730948931688315549' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4730948931688315549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4730948931688315549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/mama-tierra-macaco.html' title='MAMA TIERRA - MACACO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-6764099164504343312</id><published>2007-03-27T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:16:40.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIM'/><title type='text'>UNDER THE ROSE - HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream of the winter in my heart turning to spring&lt;br /&gt;While the ice gives way under my feet&lt;br /&gt;And so I drown with the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been burning in water and drowning in flame&lt;br /&gt;To prove you wrong and scare you away&lt;br /&gt;I admit my defeat and want back home&lt;br /&gt;In your heart under the rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes with a sigh of relief&lt;br /&gt;As the warmth of summer's sunlight dances around me&lt;br /&gt;And I see you with dead leaves in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been burning in water and drowning in flame&lt;br /&gt;To prove you wrong and scare you away&lt;br /&gt;I admit my defeat and want back home&lt;br /&gt;In your heart under the rose&lt;/em&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/2138970653125228647-6764099164504343312?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/6764099164504343312/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=6764099164504343312' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6764099164504343312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6764099164504343312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/under-rose-him.html' title='UNDER THE ROSE - HIM'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4078718859581814308</id><published>2007-03-27T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:17:11.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MACACO'/><title type='text'>LAS LUCES DE LA CIUDAD - MACACO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buscando la luz..&lt;br /&gt;otro día más sin conocer al sol..&lt;br /&gt;las luces de la ciudad(x2)&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy las luces de la ciudad se encienden o se apagarán&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy luces brillan, no hay descanso&lt;br /&gt;esta noche oye, no es cualquier noche&lt;br /&gt;sácate sacatel peso q te azote&lt;br /&gt;échale un soplido y ven&lt;br /&gt;porque hoy no valen tristezas, hoy no sirven fierezas&lt;br /&gt;rómpete la camisa hermano, rompetelala, rómpetela y..&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy las luces de la ciudad se encienden o se apagarán&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy luces brillan no hay descanso&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy las luces de la ciudad se encienden o se apagarán&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy noche brilla, no hay descanso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caparezza]:&lt;br /&gt;L'elettricità eccita tutte le luci da città a città. Per una lucciola c'è chi riduce la velocità chissà, che escogita mha! C'è chi vomita l'anima in un bar, che si illumina come un coshar, che ha trovato una cicca di Pall Mall e se l'accende davanti ad una banca. Fari di una macchina che sosta in fondo. Quanto costa un condom? Quanto costa il mondo sotto gli spot puntati sui viaggi in Congo? Quanto costa un sogno? Nulla. Sulla panchina che mi culla come nel ventre di una bolla che balla mentre vado su!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otro día más sin conocer al sol..&lt;br /&gt;uyuyuyuy tanta movida nueva&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy de lao a lao dancé&lt;br /&gt;uyuyuyuy esperandome a tu vela&lt;br /&gt;uyuyuyuy seré&lt;br /&gt;uyuyuyuy sal de tu escondite&lt;br /&gt;uyuyuyuy ya que la ciudad prende&lt;br /&gt;uyuyuyuy desenmáscarate&lt;br /&gt;uyuyuyuy saca tu mal y únete&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy las luces de la ciudad se encienden o se apagarán&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy luces brillan no hay descanso&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy las luces de la ciudad se encienden o se apagarán&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy noche brilla, no hay descanso&lt;br /&gt;ya se ilumina la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;mírala como prende ya&lt;br /&gt;y hoyhoyhoy nadie se apagará&lt;br /&gt;sácate la careta y ve ve vente pacá&lt;br /&gt;que esta noche chico no hay excusa&lt;br /&gt;de rinconces saldrán ritmos que fusionan&lt;br /&gt;mentalidades in a one conection&lt;br /&gt;vayan donde vayan&lt;br /&gt;vengan de donde vengan&lt;br /&gt;lo que nos unió no nos lo quitarán&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy luces brillan no hay descanso&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy las luces de la ciudad se encienden o se apagarán&lt;br /&gt;hoyhoyhoyhoyhoy noche brilla, no hay descanso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DEDICADA AL SOL I LA LLUNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4078718859581814308?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4078718859581814308/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4078718859581814308' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4078718859581814308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4078718859581814308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/las-luces-de-la-ciudad-macaco.html' title='LAS LUCES DE LA CIUDAD - MACACO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-7259259211546260494</id><published>2007-03-27T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:17:43.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAY CHARLES'/><title type='text'>HIT THE ROAD, JACK - RAY CHARLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)&lt;br /&gt;What you say?&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old Woman, old woman, don't treat me so mean,&lt;br /&gt;You're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you said so&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)&lt;br /&gt;What you say?&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now baby, listen baby, don't ya treat me this-a way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be back on my feet some day.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't care if you do 'cause it's understood)&lt;br /&gt;(you ain't got no money and you just ain't no good)&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess if you say so&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to pack my things and go. (That's right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)&lt;br /&gt;What you say?&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)&lt;br /&gt;(Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more.)&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond, Times, Serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;DEDICADA AL MEU MOBIL HIDROGENAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-7259259211546260494?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7259259211546260494/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7259259211546260494' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7259259211546260494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7259259211546260494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/hit-road-jack-ray-charles.html' title='HIT THE ROAD, JACK - RAY CHARLES'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4914510910463706654</id><published>2007-03-27T13:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:18:14.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LINKIN PARK'/><title type='text'>CRAWLING - LINKIN PARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#910091;"&gt;crawling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;these wounds they will not heal&lt;br /&gt;fear is how I fall&lt;br /&gt;confusing what is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;consuming/confusing&lt;br /&gt;this lack of self-control I fear is never ending&lt;br /&gt;controlling/I can't seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find myself again&lt;br /&gt;my walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)&lt;br /&gt;I've felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;so insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crawling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;these wounds they will not heal&lt;br /&gt;fear is how I fall&lt;br /&gt;conducing what is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me&lt;br /&gt;distracting/reacting&lt;br /&gt;against my will I stand beside my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;it`s haunting how i cant seem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find myself again&lt;br /&gt;my walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)&lt;br /&gt;I've felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;so insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crawling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;these wounds they will not heal&lt;br /&gt;fear is how I fall&lt;br /&gt;conducing what is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crawling in my skin&lt;br /&gt;these wounds they will not heal&lt;br /&gt;fear is how I fall&lt;br /&gt;conducing confusing what is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;consuming,confusing what is real&lt;br /&gt;this lack of self-control I fear is never ending&lt;br /&gt;controlling,confusing what is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#910091;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#910091;"&gt;DEDICADA A LA MIREIA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4914510910463706654?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4914510910463706654/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4914510910463706654' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4914510910463706654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4914510910463706654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/crawling-linkin-park.html' title='CRAWLING - LINKIN PARK'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4094082667339987846</id><published>2007-03-27T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:18:46.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NIRVANA'/><title type='text'>SMELLS LIKE TEENS SPIRIT - NIRVANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;Load up on guns and&lt;br /&gt;Bring your friends&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to lose&lt;br /&gt;And to pretend&lt;br /&gt;She's over bored&lt;br /&gt;And self assured&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I know&lt;br /&gt;A dirty word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, how low? (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lights out it's less dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now&lt;br /&gt;Entertain us&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid and contagious&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now&lt;br /&gt;Entertain us&lt;br /&gt;A mulatto&lt;br /&gt;An albino&lt;br /&gt;A mosquito&lt;br /&gt;My Libido&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worse at what I do best&lt;br /&gt;And for this gift I feel blessed&lt;br /&gt;Our little group has always been&lt;br /&gt;And always will until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, how low? (x bunch of times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lights out it's less dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now&lt;br /&gt;Entertain us&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid and contagious&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now&lt;br /&gt;Entertain us&lt;br /&gt;A mulatto&lt;br /&gt;An albino&lt;br /&gt;A mosquito&lt;br /&gt;My Libido&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forget&lt;br /&gt;Just why I taste&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever, nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, how low? (x bunch of times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lights out it's less dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now&lt;br /&gt;Entertain us&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid and contagious&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now&lt;br /&gt;Entertain us&lt;br /&gt;A mulatto&lt;br /&gt;An albino&lt;br /&gt;A mosquito&lt;br /&gt;My Libido&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a denial&lt;br /&gt;A denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;DEDICADA A EN LEIX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4094082667339987846?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4094082667339987846/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4094082667339987846' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4094082667339987846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4094082667339987846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/smells-like-teens-spirit-nirvana.html' title='SMELLS LIKE TEENS SPIRIT - NIRVANA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-3954311738185600662</id><published>2007-03-27T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:19:17.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUSMINGUET'/><title type='text'>MARIHUANA - DUSMINGUET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Alza la mano si te gusta la marihuana&lt;br /&gt;alza la mano si te gusta fumar&lt;br /&gt;Y si a tu padre o a tu madre le afecta&lt;br /&gt;dile que resista porque éste es mi tema&lt;br /&gt;que si yo fumo la marihuana es mi lema&lt;br /&gt;que si yo fumo la marihuana mira ésta es mi meta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Alza la mano si te gusta fumar&lt;br /&gt;mueve tu cintura si te gusta fumar&lt;br /&gt;ponte jolín si te gusta fumar&lt;br /&gt;que yo traigo el tronco para ponerte a brincar&lt;br /&gt;Baby J., Baby J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;Y en la tierra en que yo vivo&lt;br /&gt;no se fuma la marihuana&lt;br /&gt;porque dicen que es ilegal&lt;br /&gt;pero yo sólo sé que es medicinal&lt;br /&gt;porque cura toda clase de dolores&lt;br /&gt;en la mente y en el cuerpo los dolores&lt;br /&gt;que si tú fumas la marihuana&lt;br /&gt;seguro que te sentará bien&lt;br /&gt;Baby J., Baby J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;En Joan petit quan balla, balla, balla&lt;br /&gt;en Joan petit ara balla Dusminguet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quan jo n´era petitet&lt;br /&gt;ni fumava, ni cantava, ni ballava, ni brincava&lt;br /&gt;però ara que ja sóc grandet&lt;br /&gt;ara fumo i ballo Dusminguet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;En Joan petit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encara que tinguem pa&lt;br /&gt;la canalla ja no balla&lt;br /&gt;perquè el pare ja no canta&lt;br /&gt;i la por se´ns encomana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;En Joan petit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;En Pinxo li va dir a en Panxo&lt;br /&gt;vols que et punxi els Dusminguet?&lt;br /&gt;però en Panxo li va dir a en Pinxo&lt;br /&gt;punxa-me´ls però un ratet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;color:#99cc00;"&gt;En Joan petit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DEDICADA A L'HIDROGEN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-3954311738185600662?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/3954311738185600662/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=3954311738185600662' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3954311738185600662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3954311738185600662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/marihuana-dusminguet_27.html' title='MARIHUANA - DUSMINGUET'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-360166462821772442</id><published>2007-03-27T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:19:48.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OJOS DE BRUJO'/><title type='text'>BAILAOES - OJOS DE BRUJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bailadores, bailadoras&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero que ahora bailen con esta rica rumbita&lt;br /&gt;Tiene salsa, y no pica&lt;br /&gt;solo tienes que bailarla para gozar mi rumbita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como mi ritmo no hay dos&lt;br /&gt;Como mi ritmo no hay dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailaores, bailaoras&lt;br /&gt;las que sudan en la pista&lt;br /&gt;las que gozan con mi rumba y la bailan con buen compás.&lt;br /&gt;A tí, a tí, a tí&lt;br /&gt;que rompes los zapatos cuando oyes la rumba&lt;br /&gt;Ay! a tí, pa tí, pa tí&lt;br /&gt;toma! con los Amaya a gozar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como mi ritmo no hay dos&lt;br /&gt;Como mi ritmo no hay dos&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú lo vales rumbero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latiendo están corazones de rumberos y rumberas&lt;br /&gt;la timba sigue aunque suba la portera&lt;br /&gt;que desalojen o que venga la madera&lt;br /&gt;belleza sobra y hay que celebrar más.&lt;br /&gt;Toca las palmas cuando suene esta guitarra&lt;br /&gt;ventiladores suenan por toas las ventanas&lt;br /&gt;revolucionan en el metro, en la casa&lt;br /&gt;en el patio del colegio y en la barra del "Bass"&lt;br /&gt;sobrevolando el barrio peleando rumba.&lt;br /&gt;Este es el ritmo callejero que te tumba rumbero&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú lo vales rumbero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como mi ritmo no hay dos&lt;br /&gt;Como mi ritmo no hay dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DEDICADA AL TEATRE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-360166462821772442?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/360166462821772442/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=360166462821772442' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/360166462821772442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/360166462821772442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/bailaoes-ojos-de-brujo.html' title='BAILAOES - OJOS DE BRUJO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-5542201007930947958</id><published>2007-03-27T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:20:23.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POWERMAN 5000'/><title type='text'>SUPERNOVA GOES POP - POWERMAN 5000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, Monospace;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you the future or are you the past,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been chosen or are you the last&lt;br /&gt;The pictures were sent they seem so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Now Im made of plastic, wire and steel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow for now and follow for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause everybody follows for nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;Supernova your supernova ...&lt;br /&gt;Supernova goes pop&lt;br /&gt;Supernova you think its over but supernova dont stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you explain just what you are,&lt;br /&gt;Cause Ive never been this close to a star&lt;br /&gt;The message was sent you know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to be someonLASEe dont you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow for now and follow for&lt;/span&gt; this&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody follows for nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;Supernova your supernova ...&lt;br /&gt;Supernova goes pop&lt;br /&gt;Supernova you think its over but supernova dont stop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;DEDICADA A LOS DE MI C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-5542201007930947958?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/5542201007930947958/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=5542201007930947958' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5542201007930947958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/5542201007930947958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/supernova-goes-pop-powerman-5000.html' title='SUPERNOVA GOES POP - POWERMAN 5000'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8529216483126437606</id><published>2007-03-27T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:20:55.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PUSSYCAT DOLLS'/><title type='text'>DON'T CHA - PUSSYCAT DOLLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;font-size:100%;color:#cc99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, baby dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you like me (I know you like me)&lt;br /&gt;I know you do (I know you do)&lt;br /&gt;Thats why whenever I come around shes all over you&lt;br /&gt;And I know you want it (I know you want it)&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to see (it's easy to see)&lt;br /&gt;And in the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;I know you should be home with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha, dont cha&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha, dont cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight the feeling (fight the feeling)&lt;br /&gt;Leave it alone (leave it alone)&lt;br /&gt;Cause if it aint love&lt;br /&gt;It just aint enough to leave a happy home&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep it friendly (let's keep it friendly)&lt;br /&gt;You have to play fair (you have to play fair)&lt;br /&gt;See, I dont care&lt;br /&gt;But I know she aint gon' wanna share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha, dont cha , baby&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha, dont cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm on your mind&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll have a good time&lt;br /&gt;I'm your friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm fun&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;I aint lying&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, you aint blind [2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I know she loves you (I know she loves you)&lt;br /&gt;I understand (I understand)&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably be just as crazy about you&lt;br /&gt;If you were my own man&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next lifetime (maybe next lifetime)&lt;br /&gt;Possibly (possibly)&lt;br /&gt;Until then, Oh friend your'e secret is safe with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha, dont cha&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me&lt;br /&gt;Dont cha, dont cha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DEDICADA AL JAVI I LA MARTA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8529216483126437606?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8529216483126437606/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8529216483126437606' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8529216483126437606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8529216483126437606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-cha-pussycat-dolls.html' title='DON&apos;T CHA - PUSSYCAT DOLLS'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-348800553822415190</id><published>2007-03-27T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:21:25.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HORIZON'/><title type='text'>I LIVE ON MY OWN - HORIZON</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;font-size:100%;color:#00ccff;"&gt;I'm lookin' your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;I live on my own babe...&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving to find...&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be wrong&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake my body and&lt;br /&gt;Let's go party&lt;br /&gt;We can dance together&lt;br /&gt;All night long&lt;br /&gt;Not forbidden but&lt;br /&gt;It's your freedom&lt;br /&gt;When it happens&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move your body and&lt;br /&gt;Let's go party&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up just&lt;br /&gt;Like a superman&lt;br /&gt;I can't waste&lt;br /&gt;My time to chaze&lt;br /&gt;"What's the hurry"&lt;br /&gt;You can't say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;I live on my own babe...&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving to find...&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be wrong...&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me fly&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you try&lt;br /&gt;And your love for me&lt;br /&gt;Will never die&lt;br /&gt;Don't you fall&lt;br /&gt;Life is too small&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;What's your goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move your body and&lt;br /&gt;Let's go party&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up just&lt;br /&gt;Like a superman&lt;br /&gt;I can't waste&lt;br /&gt;My time to chaze&lt;br /&gt;"What's the hurry"&lt;br /&gt;You can't say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lookin' your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;I live on my own babe...&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving to find...&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be wrong...&lt;br /&gt;(x2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00ccff;"&gt;DEDICADA A LO IRRAZONABLE&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/2138970653125228647-348800553822415190?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/348800553822415190/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=348800553822415190' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/348800553822415190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/348800553822415190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-live-on-my-own-horizon.html' title='I LIVE ON MY OWN - HORIZON'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-8103895797870710103</id><published>2007-03-27T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:22:03.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAULINA RUBIO'/><title type='text'>BAILA CASANOVA - PAULINA RUBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toco tu piel y empiezo a caer&lt;br /&gt;Un peligro, demencia y excesos&lt;br /&gt;De verte bailar es casi un ritual&lt;br /&gt;Y sabes que te deseo&lt;br /&gt;No se controlar la locura que hay en mi&lt;br /&gt;Es irracional lo que me haces sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila para mi, solo para mi&lt;br /&gt;Que al moverte se me escapa el aire&lt;br /&gt;La noche es magica y sensual&lt;br /&gt;Un deseo incontrolable&lt;br /&gt;El momento es ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ya no pares de bailar&lt;br /&gt;Amame, Baila baila casanova&lt;br /&gt;Baila para mi, solo para mi&lt;br /&gt;Que al moverte se me escapa el aire&lt;br /&gt;La noche es magica y sensual&lt;br /&gt;Un deseo incontrolable&lt;br /&gt;El momento es ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ya no pares de bailar&lt;br /&gt;Amame, Baila baila casanova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu calor, mi pasion, que combinacion&lt;br /&gt;Delirio perfuma el misterio&lt;br /&gt;No puedo evitar al verter bailar&lt;br /&gt;Hacerte el amor en mis suenos&lt;br /&gt;Que no puede pasar si las ganas quieren mas&lt;br /&gt;Azucar y sal, no quiero escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila para mi, solo para mi&lt;br /&gt;Que al moverte se me escapa el aire&lt;br /&gt;La noche es magica y sensual&lt;br /&gt;Un deseo incontrolable&lt;br /&gt;El momento es ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ya no pares de bailar&lt;br /&gt;Amame, Baila baila casanova&lt;br /&gt;Baila para mi, solo para mi&lt;br /&gt;Que al moverte se me escapa el aire&lt;br /&gt;La noche es magica y sensual&lt;br /&gt;Un deseo incontrolable&lt;br /&gt;El momento es ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ya no pares de bailar&lt;br /&gt;Amame, Baila baila casanova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh. Baila baila casanova&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh Baila baila casanova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila para mi, solo para mi&lt;br /&gt;Que al moverte se me escapa el aire&lt;br /&gt;La noche es magica y sensual&lt;br /&gt;Un deseo incontrolable&lt;br /&gt;El momento es ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ya no pares de bailar&lt;br /&gt;Amame, Baila casanova&lt;br /&gt;Baila para mi, solo para mi&lt;br /&gt;Que al moverte se me escapa el aire&lt;br /&gt;La noche es magica&lt;br /&gt;Un deseo incontrolable&lt;br /&gt;El momento es ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ya no pares de bailar&lt;br /&gt;Amame,&lt;br /&gt;Baila baila casanova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baila para mi, solo para mi&lt;br /&gt;Que al moverte se me escapa el aire&lt;br /&gt;La noche es magica y sensual&lt;br /&gt;Un deseo incontrolable&lt;br /&gt;El momento es ideal&lt;br /&gt;Ya no pares de bailar&lt;br /&gt;Amame, Baila baila casanova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEDICADA A L'ESTIU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-8103895797870710103?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/8103895797870710103/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=8103895797870710103' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8103895797870710103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/8103895797870710103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/baila-casanova-paulina-rubio.html' title='BAILA CASANOVA - PAULINA RUBIO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-1463279723947070776</id><published>2007-03-27T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:22:43.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOS RODRIGUEZ'/><title type='text'>MUCHO MEJOR - LOS RODRIGUEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hace calor, hace calor,&lt;br /&gt;yo estaba esperando que cantes mi canción,&lt;br /&gt;y que abras esa botella, y brindemos por ella&lt;br /&gt;y hagamos el amor en el balcón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón, mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;es un músculo sano pero necesita acción.&lt;br /&gt;Dame paz y dame guerra, y un dulce colocón&lt;br /&gt;y yo te entregaré lo mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah, ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Dulce como el vino, salada como el mar,&lt;br /&gt;princesa y vagabunda, garganta profunda,&lt;br /&gt;sálvame de esta soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace calor, hace calor,&lt;br /&gt;yo estaba esperando que cantes mi canción,&lt;br /&gt;y que abras esa botella, y brindemos por ella&lt;br /&gt;y hagamos el amor en el balcón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón, mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;es un músculo sano pero necesita acción.&lt;br /&gt;Dame paz y dame guerra, y un dulce colocón&lt;br /&gt;y yo te entregaré lo mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah, ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Dulce como el vino, salada como el mar,&lt;br /&gt;princesa y vagabunda, garganta profunda,&lt;br /&gt;sálvame de esta soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace calor, hace calor,&lt;br /&gt;ella tiene la receta para estar mucho mejor&lt;br /&gt;sin truco, sin prisa me entrega su sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;como una sacerdotisa del amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna de miel, luna de papel,&lt;br /&gt;luna llena, piel canela, dame noches de placer.&lt;br /&gt;A veces estoy mal, a veces estoy bien,&lt;br /&gt;te daré mi corazón para que juegues con él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah, ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Podrían acusarme, ella es menor de edad.&lt;br /&gt;Iremos a un hotel, iremos a cenar,&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca iremos juntos al altar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;DEDICADA A LA INFANCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-1463279723947070776?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/1463279723947070776/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=1463279723947070776' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1463279723947070776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1463279723947070776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/mucho-mejor-los-rodriguez.html' title='MUCHO MEJOR - LOS RODRIGUEZ'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-1402272513648253288</id><published>2007-03-27T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:23:18.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MACACO'/><title type='text'>SOMOS LUZ - MACACO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oscuridad se despide hoy ya viene el sol (sol,sol)&lt;br /&gt;Clarito de luna va casi sin voz, (sol,sol)&lt;br /&gt;una llamita que quemara no se apagara (sol,sol)&lt;br /&gt;Me guiña el ojo, me dice vien y yo alla voy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somos luz, somos luz, somos.. ( la oscuridad se despide hoy)&lt;br /&gt;somos luz, somos luz, somos.. (somos luz..)&lt;br /&gt;somos luz, somos luz, somos.. (y ahi en el sol)&lt;br /&gt;somos luz, somos luz, somos.. (somos oye) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La claridad me dice ya voy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La sombra me mató mi voz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sin ella estoy muda, se enfria, se enfria, se enfria el calor&lt;br /&gt;Necesito el sol para cantar, necesito el sol para cantar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me dice ven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos luz, somos luz, somos..(la oscuridad se despide hoy)&lt;br /&gt;somos luz, somos, luz, somos..(somos luz)&lt;br /&gt;somos luz, somos luz, somos..(aki en el sol)&lt;br /&gt;somos luz,somos luz,somos somos oye &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se despide hoy, se despide hoy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como la Luz no pienses tomalalala y vences, tomala y vences (X2)&lt;br /&gt;tomalalaaa tomalalaa la luz, tomalalalala tu luz&lt;br /&gt;somos luz, somos luz, somos..(somos luz) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;somos luz, somos luz, somos..&lt;br /&gt;somos luz, somos luz, somos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEDICADA A MINUTO DE METRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-1402272513648253288?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/1402272513648253288/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=1402272513648253288' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1402272513648253288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/1402272513648253288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/somos-luz-macaco.html' title='SOMOS LUZ - MACACO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-3345873487961505181</id><published>2007-03-27T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:23:55.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALEJANDRO SANZ'/><title type='text'>NO ES LO MISMO - ALEJANDRO SANZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;font-size:85%;color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eres tanta gente, que dime&lt;br /&gt;con quien hablo ahora&lt;br /&gt;¿no veis que no sois iguales?&lt;br /&gt;¿eres la de: "quédate conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;prometo darte tormento, darte malos ratos..."?&lt;br /&gt;yo te prometo, si me escuchas niña, darte arte&lt;br /&gt;que no es lo mismo que:&lt;br /&gt;quédate y ya veremos&lt;br /&gt;quédate y ya veremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es lo mismo ser que estar&lt;br /&gt;no es lo mismo estar que quedarse, ¡que va!&lt;br /&gt;tampoco quedarse es igual que parar&lt;br /&gt;no es lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;será que ni somos, ni estamos&lt;br /&gt;ni nos pensamos quedar&lt;br /&gt;pero es distinto conformarse o pelear&lt;br /&gt;no es lo mismo... es distinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es lo mismo arte que hartar&lt;br /&gt;no es lo mismo ser justo que ¡qué justo te va!... verás&lt;br /&gt;no es lo mismo tú que otra, entérate&lt;br /&gt;no es lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;que sepas que hay gente que trata de confundirnos&lt;br /&gt;pero tenemos corazón que no es igual,&lt;br /&gt;lo sentimos... es distinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale, que a lo mejor me lo merezco&lt;br /&gt;bueno, pero mi voz no te la vendo&lt;br /&gt;puerta, y lo que opinen de nosotros...&lt;br /&gt;léeme lo labios, yo no estoy en venta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale, que a lo mejor lo merecemos&lt;br /&gt;bueno, pero la voz no la vendemos&lt;br /&gt;puerta, y lo que opinen de nosotros...&lt;br /&gt;léeme lo labios, a mi me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puerta y aire que me asfixio,&lt;br /&gt;que no se trata del lado que quieras estar&lt;br /&gt;que estar de un lado o echarte a un lado... verás&lt;br /&gt;no sé como decirte, no es lo mismo,&lt;br /&gt;vivir es lo más peligroso que tiene la vida&lt;br /&gt;que digan por televisión&lt;br /&gt;que hay suelto un corazón&lt;br /&gt;que no es igual&lt;br /&gt;que es peligroso... que es distinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es lo mismo vasta o bastar&lt;br /&gt;ni es lo mismo, decir, opinar, imponer o mandar&lt;br /&gt;las listas negras, las manos blancas... verás&lt;br /&gt;no es lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;no gana el que tiene más ganas...&lt;br /&gt;¿no sé si me explico?&lt;br /&gt;que hoy nadie quiere ser igual&lt;br /&gt;que mas te da,&lt;br /&gt;no es como un "ismo"... es instinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale, que a lo mejor me lo merezco&lt;br /&gt;bueno, pero mi voz no te la vendo&lt;br /&gt;puerta, y lo que opinen de nosotros&lt;br /&gt;léeme los labios, yo no estoy en venta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale, que a lo mejor lo merecemos&lt;br /&gt;bueno, pero la voz no la vendemos&lt;br /&gt;puerta, y lo que opinen de nosotros&lt;br /&gt;léeme los labios, a mi me vale madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo pomada pá tó los dolores&lt;br /&gt;remedios para toda clase de errores&lt;br /&gt;también recetas pá la desilusión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo pomada pá tó los dolores&lt;br /&gt;remedios para toda clase de errores&lt;br /&gt;también recetas pá la desilusión&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-----------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DEDICADA A LA MARIA I LA MERX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-3345873487961505181?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/3345873487961505181/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=3345873487961505181' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3345873487961505181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/3345873487961505181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-es-lo-mismo-alejandro-sanz.html' title='NO ES LO MISMO - ALEJANDRO SANZ'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-1197433810654392973</id><published>2007-03-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:24:25.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ELS PETS'/><title type='text'>COM MÉS ET CONEIXO, MÉS M'AGRADA EL TEU GOS - ELS PETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ara em dius que per a tu tot s'ha acabat&lt;br /&gt;però vols que seguim sent amics,&lt;br /&gt;que perdoni tot el mal que m'has fet,&lt;br /&gt;però la vida és així.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No t'has lluït gaire,&lt;br /&gt;si vols que et digui la veritat.&lt;br /&gt;No tant sols ets un covard,&lt;br /&gt;sinó també poc original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ara et veig passant carrer avall,&lt;br /&gt;se't veu que estàs molt satisfet.&lt;br /&gt;Estic segura que estàs convençut&lt;br /&gt;que has quedat la mar de bé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com si jo no sabés&lt;br /&gt;que el pròxim cop que ens veiem&lt;br /&gt;faràs com qui no em veu,&lt;br /&gt;o com molt em diràs adéu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I com més et coneixo,&lt;br /&gt;molt més m'agrada el teu gos.&lt;br /&gt;Ell el que sent no ho canvia cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;i quan estima és de debò.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ara penso quan tot va començar,&lt;br /&gt;i em miraves amb ulls de ruc.&lt;br /&gt;Cada cop que seies al meu costat,&lt;br /&gt;semblava que perdies el cul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ara tot ha canviat,&lt;br /&gt;has fet cas als teus amics.&lt;br /&gt;Sortir amb una massa temps&lt;br /&gt;pel que es veu està molt mal vist.&lt;br /&gt;I com més et coneixo,&lt;br /&gt;molt més m'agrada el teu gos.&lt;br /&gt;Ell el que sent no ho canvia cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;i quan estima és de debò.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursiva;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEDICADA PER TERCER COP AL MEU EX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-1197433810654392973?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/1197433810654392973/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><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-2138970653125228647.post-2137259095647970404</id><published>2007-03-26T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:24:51.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MANÁ'/><title type='text'>ANGEL DE AMOR - MANÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quien te corto las alas mi angel&lt;br /&gt;quien te arranco los sueños hoy&lt;br /&gt;quien te arrodillo para humillarte&lt;br /&gt;y quien enjaulotu alma amor&lt;br /&gt;dejame curarte vida&lt;br /&gt;dejame darte todo mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel.. angel, angel de amor&lt;br /&gt;no te abandones, no te derrumbes amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quien ato tus manos ato el deseo&lt;br /&gt;quien mato tu risa mato tu dios&lt;br /&gt;quien sangro tus labios y tu credo&lt;br /&gt;porque lo permitiste angel de amor&lt;br /&gt;dejame curarte vida,&lt;br /&gt;dejame darte todo mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel... angel angel de amor&lt;br /&gt;no te abandones , no te derrumbes amor&lt;br /&gt;angel, angel angel te doy mi amor&lt;br /&gt;abre tus alas, deja tu sueños volar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel....&lt;br /&gt;somos arena y mar&lt;br /&gt;no te abandones , no te derrumbes amor&lt;br /&gt;angel... angel angel&lt;br /&gt;te doy mi amor&lt;br /&gt;abre tus alas, deja tu sueños volar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel de amor, pero mi amor ya nunca te derrumbes&lt;br /&gt;angel de amor, pero mi amor ya nunca te derrumbes&lt;br /&gt;angel de amor, pero mi amor ya nunca te derrumbes&lt;br /&gt;angel de amor, pero mi amor ya nunca te derrumbes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DEDICADA AL XAVI I L'OSKAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-2137259095647970404?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/2137259095647970404/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=2137259095647970404' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/2137259095647970404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Something killed the passion&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie, you're my shining star.&lt;br /&gt;Late at night I can hear&lt;br /&gt;you are whispering&lt;br /&gt;some other guys name&lt;br /&gt;Well I know it's a sign&lt;br /&gt;you are mine, and I don't want it over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, you're all I need Lucy x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep on leaving&lt;br /&gt;for the shadow I adore&lt;br /&gt;The choice I've been given&lt;br /&gt;is let you go with nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;Late at night I can hear&lt;br /&gt;you are whispering&lt;br /&gt;some other guys name.&lt;br /&gt;Well I know it's a sign&lt;br /&gt;you are mine, and I don't want it&lt;br /&gt;over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Lucy, you're all I need Lucy x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;DEDICADA A LES HORS DE TREN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-7049369140410198933?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/7049369140410198933/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=7049369140410198933' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7049369140410198933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/7049369140410198933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/lucy-jealousy.html' title='LUCY - JEALOUSY'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-227424627292799711</id><published>2007-03-26T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:26:45.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOS FABULOSOS CADILLACS'/><title type='text'>EL MATADOR - LOS FABULOSOS CADILLACS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me dicen el matador, naci en barracas&lt;br /&gt;si hablamos de matar mis palabras matan&lt;br /&gt;no hace mucho tiempo que cayo el Leon Santillan&lt;br /&gt;y ahora se que en cualquier momento me la van a dar&lt;br /&gt;ahh matador.. ahh matador.. donde estas matador..&lt;br /&gt;ahh matador...ahh matador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dicen el matador me estan buscando&lt;br /&gt;en una fria pension los estoy esperando&lt;br /&gt;agazapado en lo mas oscuro de mi habitacion&lt;br /&gt;fusil en mano, espero mi final&lt;br /&gt;ahh Matador, ahh matador&lt;br /&gt;la cana te busca matador&lt;br /&gt;la cana te prende matador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matador..!! matador..!!, donde estas matador&lt;br /&gt;matador no te vayas, matador..!! matador..!!,&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah matador..!!, matador..!! matador..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viento de libertad sangre combativa&lt;br /&gt;en los bolsillos del pueblo la vieja herida&lt;br /&gt;de pronto el dia se me hace de noche&lt;br /&gt;Murmullos, corridas aquel golpe en la puerta,&lt;br /&gt;llego la fuerza policial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh matador.. ahh matador..&lt;br /&gt;mira hermano en que terminaste&lt;br /&gt;por pelear por un mundo mejor&lt;br /&gt;Que suenan, son balas me alcanzan,&lt;br /&gt;me atrapan resiste, Victor Jara no calla.&lt;br /&gt;Matador..!!, matador..!! matador te esta buscando&lt;br /&gt;matador..!! matador..!! matador te estan matando&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah matador..!!, matador..!! .. valiente matador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dicen el matador de los 100 barrios portenos&lt;br /&gt;no tengo por que tener miedo mis palabras son balas&lt;br /&gt;balas de paz, balas de justicia&lt;br /&gt;soy la voz de los que hicieros callar sin razon&lt;br /&gt;por el solo hecho de pensar distinto, ay Dios&lt;br /&gt;Santa Maria de los Buenos Aires si todo estuviera mejor&lt;br /&gt;Matador..!!, matador..!! si todo estuviera mejor&lt;br /&gt;matador..!!, matador..!! a donde vas matador&lt;br /&gt;matador..!! ohh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;matador..!!, matador..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEDICADA A L'HIDROGEN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-227424627292799711?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/227424627292799711/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=227424627292799711' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/227424627292799711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/227424627292799711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-matador-los-fabulosos-cadillacs.html' title='EL MATADOR - LOS FABULOSOS CADILLACS'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4413379076684182413</id><published>2007-03-26T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:04:04.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COLDPLAY'/><title type='text'>CLOCKS - COLDPLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lights go out and I can’t be saved&lt;br /&gt;Tides that I tried to swim against&lt;br /&gt;Brought me down upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Oh I beg, I beg and plead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, come out if things aren’t said&lt;br /&gt;Shoot an apple off my head&lt;br /&gt;And a, trouble that can’t be named&lt;br /&gt;Tigers waitin’ to be tamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing, yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yoooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion never stops&lt;br /&gt;Closing walls and ticking clocks&lt;br /&gt;Gonna, come back and take you home&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop that you now know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, come out upon my seas&lt;br /&gt;Curse missed opportunities&lt;br /&gt;Am I, a part of the cure&lt;br /&gt;Or am I part of the disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singin’, yoooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else compares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Yooooooooooooo ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;Home, home, where I wanted to go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DEDICADA AL GUSANILLO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4413379076684182413?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4413379076684182413/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4413379076684182413' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4413379076684182413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4413379076684182413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/clocks-coldplay.html' title='CLOCKS - COLDPLAY'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-672731949299714049</id><published>2007-03-26T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:03:29.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NELLY FURTADO'/><title type='text'>ALL GOOD THINGS - NELLY FURTADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly what will become of me&lt;br /&gt;don't like reality&lt;br /&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;br /&gt;But really life is daily&lt;br /&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;br /&gt;Missed everything daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling I only stop at exits&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Young and restless&lt;br /&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;br /&gt;The pain sets in and I don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;br /&gt;Die die die die die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the dogs were barking at a new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon&lt;br /&gt;And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away&lt;br /&gt;And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and&lt;br /&gt;the rain forgot how to bring salvation&lt;br /&gt;the dogs were barking at the new moon&lt;br /&gt;Whistling a new tune&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;DEDICADA ALS BONS MOMENTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_client = "pub-3514338521707944";//2007-02-26: ComAlbumLyrics - 728x90google_ad_channel = "8749026292";google_alternate_color = "FFFFFF";google_ad_width = 728;google_ad_height = 90;google_ad_format = "728x90_as";google_ad_type = "text_image";google_color_border = "FFFFFF";google_color_bg = "FFFFFF";google_color_link = "000000";google_color_url = "000000";google_color_text = "000000";//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-672731949299714049?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/672731949299714049/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=672731949299714049' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/672731949299714049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/672731949299714049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-good-things-nelly-furtado.html' title='ALL GOOD THINGS - NELLY FURTADO'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4231293886157741189</id><published>2007-03-26T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:02:54.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MOULIN ROUGE'/><title type='text'>ROXANNE - MOULIN ROUGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will drive you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will drive you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will drive you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxanne,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to put&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On that red light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk the streets for money,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't care if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's wrong or if it is right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxanne,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to wear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That dress tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxanne,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to sell your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body to the night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His eyes upon your face,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His hand upon your hand,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His lips caress your skin,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's more than I can stand!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Roxanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does my heart cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Roxanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings I can't fight,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're free to leave me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But just don't deceive me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And please,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe me when I say,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y yo que te quiero tanto, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que voy a hacer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me dejaste, me dejaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El alma se me fue, se me fue corazón,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya no tengo ganas de vivir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque no te puedo convencer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que no te vendas Roxanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does my heart cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put on that red light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings I can't fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to wear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That dress tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxanne,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does my heart cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to put on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That red light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings I can't fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't have to wear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That dress tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxanne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Roxxxxannnnnnee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DEDICADA A LA PASSIÓ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4231293886157741189?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4231293886157741189/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4231293886157741189' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4231293886157741189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4231293886157741189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/roxanne-moulin-rouge.html' title='ROXANNE - MOULIN ROUGE'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-6598860978867465706</id><published>2007-03-26T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:02:13.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANGRA'/><title type='text'>METAL ICARUS - ANGRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You live in a world that is just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way too strange to conceive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angel's dressed in black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of the people who seem to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Are they all too real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always a good time, never lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly realized the blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! Red tears from my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was nothing much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But watch you die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time after time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burnt your wings on the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Metal Icarus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First time I met I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And let my hair grow long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those days are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I still fly by night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bringing life to the dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even through timeswhen I felt lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly realized the blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! Red tears from my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was nothing much I could do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But watch you die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time after time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burnt your wings on the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Metal Icarus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night after night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uppon forced unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Metal Icarus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah! Those were the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can still feel the windy heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Against my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm flying over hills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time after time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burnt your wings on the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Metal Icarus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night after night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upon forced unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Metal Icarus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah! Those were the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can still feel the windy heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Against my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm flying over hills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEDICADA AL MEU EX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-6598860978867465706?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/6598860978867465706/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=6598860978867465706' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6598860978867465706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/6598860978867465706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/metal-icarus-angra.html' title='METAL ICARUS - ANGRA'/><author><name>Elisenda Riba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08699934757966220735</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-2138970653125228647.post-4139636909908461510</id><published>2007-03-26T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:01:35.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POWERMAN 5000'/><title type='text'>RELAX - POWERMAN 5000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to go to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to to go to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to suck it to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come-oh oh oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But shoot it in the right direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make making it your intention-ooh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live those dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scheme those schemes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got to hit me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hit me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hit me with those laser beams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm coming-yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to go to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to suck it to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax don't do it (love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you want to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come-huh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The scene of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh feel it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relax Relax Relax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Higher higher Relax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEDICADA ALS DIES D'ESKI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2138970653125228647-4139636909908461510?l=claudesol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/feeds/4139636909908461510/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2138970653125228647&amp;postID=4139636909908461510' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4139636909908461510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2138970653125228647/posts/default/4139636909908461510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudesol.blogspot.com/2007/03/relax-powerman-5000.html' title='RELAX - 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