<?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-641760560956576020</id><updated>2012-01-07T00:44:36.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FICCIONES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-8266222696263619428</id><published>2012-01-07T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:44:36.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enestos días esta de moda todo lo vintage, gastado, reutilizado, con etiketa de otro contienente usado una sola vez por un mono rubio, pero el uso decelulares entre nosotros sigue aumentando, en estos, pese a mis constantes esfuerzos, kedab fuera de la moda vintage, porque tu ladrillo perfectamente podria sostener unos libros y mi expedia nos entretiene a todos, ese es nuestro vintage, ese es nuestro estatus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-8266222696263619428?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/8266222696263619428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=8266222696263619428' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/8266222696263619428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/8266222696263619428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2012/01/ahora-esta-de-moda-todo-lo-vintage.html' title=''/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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-641760560956576020.post-2223364853676776902</id><published>2012-01-07T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:35:33.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perder tu teléfono móvil es como cambiarte de nombre, si no lo conocen no te pueden llamar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-2223364853676776902?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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memoria del horror y la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;la huella de tus pasos en el mar&lt;br /&gt;el sabor de la piel y su tristeza &lt;p&gt;when you are smiling&lt;br /&gt;the whole world&lt;br /&gt;que también vela por su amargura&lt;br /&gt;smiles with you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-7906309981010292159?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/7906309981010292159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=7906309981010292159' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/7906309981010292159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Modelo: Cristina Espinoza Corral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSuxlUPLo8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/T2aEoub5epE/s1600-h/2923802164_3c904dc5b6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSuxlUPLo8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/T2aEoub5epE/s400/2923802164_3c904dc5b6_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272503043412960194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSuxlIKdfrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5vyT0u-6hJY/s1600-h/2922975699_f3034001d0_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSuxlNgp0OI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tc9cXPWX0CI/s400/2922975711_c8a7af3703_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272503041607192802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSuxFxkJGAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nG475xEml4g/s1600-h/2922975721_561f0b5f6a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSuxFxkJGAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nG475xEml4g/s400/2922975721_561f0b5f6a_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272502501529688066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-6991355970904640793?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSuxlUPLo8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/T2aEoub5epE/s72-c/2923802164_3c904dc5b6_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-3148422450375045581</id><published>2008-11-24T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:57:19.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Del Crepúsculo al Amanecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSutkZ2SysI/AAAAAAAAANs/0dHm3u4t-dU/s1600-h/2882756618_7d47e13c3b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSutkZ2SysI/AAAAAAAAANs/0dHm3u4t-dU/s400/2882756618_7d47e13c3b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272498629692803778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Si ven al amanecer díganle que no cuente conmigo..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-3148422450375045581?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/3148422450375045581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=3148422450375045581' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/3148422450375045581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/3148422450375045581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/11/del-crepsculo-al-amanecer.html' title='Del Crepúsculo al Amanecer'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSutkZ2SysI/AAAAAAAAANs/0dHm3u4t-dU/s72-c/2882756618_7d47e13c3b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-1088647664452998481</id><published>2008-11-24T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:43:38.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Agua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSush7TNF4I/AAAAAAAAANk/tpdIKJBn68I/s1600-h/fotos+002_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSush7TNF4I/AAAAAAAAANk/tpdIKJBn68I/s400/fotos+002_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272497487621199746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A veces es mejor dar vuelta la página o cerrar el libro y empezar con uno nuevo, a veces es mejor también dejar de leer y dedicarse a ser usuario de otro tipo de expresión artística...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-1088647664452998481?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/1088647664452998481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=1088647664452998481' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1088647664452998481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1088647664452998481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/11/al-agua.html' title='Al Agua'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SSush7TNF4I/AAAAAAAAANk/tpdIKJBn68I/s72-c/fotos+002_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-7506971172344289876</id><published>2008-10-17T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:01:47.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantômas - Amenaza al Mundo (1999)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SPjEPjcakhI/AAAAAAAAANc/drmv8y9J99M/s1600-h/Fantomas-amenaza-al-mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SPjEPjcakhI/AAAAAAAAANc/drmv8y9J99M/s400/Fantomas-amenaza-al-mundo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258168336446558738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Album debut de una de las tantas bandas del multifacético Mike Patton, presentando entre sus filas a Dave Lombardo (batería), Buzz Osborne (guitarra), Trevor Dunn (bajo). Sonido rabioso y abstracto, cual páginas y viñetas de un gran cómic musical que arremete contra los sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span property="dc:content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tracklist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;01 Page 1 (6 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;02 Page 2 (7 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;03 Page 3 (17 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;04 Page 4 (11 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;05 Page 5 (7 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;06 Page 6 (26 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;07 Page 7 (6 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;08 Page 8 (9 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;09 Page 9 (11 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;10 Page 10 (15 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;11 Page 11 (10 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;12 Page 12 (31 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;13 [note: 4 seconds of silence]&lt;br /&gt;14 Page 14 (4 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;15 Page 15 (22 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;16 Page 16 (11 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;17 Page 17 (14 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;18 Page 18 (20 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;19 Page 19 (21 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;20 Page 20 (13 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;21 Page 21 (11 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;22 Page 22 (7 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;23 Page 23 (17 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;24 Page 24 (19 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;25 Page 25 (34 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;26 Page 26 (7 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;27 Page 27 (15 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;28 Page 28 (20 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;29 Page 29 (39 Frames)&lt;br /&gt;30 Page 30 (2 Frames)&lt;span property="dc:content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/153796015/Fant_mas_-_Amenaza_al_Mundo__1999_.rar"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Fantômas - Fantômas (Amenaza al Mundo) (1999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-7506971172344289876?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/7506971172344289876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=7506971172344289876' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/7506971172344289876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/7506971172344289876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/10/fantmas-fantmas-amenaza-al-mundo-1999.html' title='Fantômas - Amenaza al Mundo (1999)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SPjEPjcakhI/AAAAAAAAANc/drmv8y9J99M/s72-c/Fantomas-amenaza-al-mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-6849495947471743123</id><published>2008-09-11T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:14:06.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queens of the Stone Age - Songs for the Deaf (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SMno_2og4lI/AAAAAAAAANU/pO8YJIbOGIc/s1600-h/46b5438f379c4e63cd7746085453aa4a_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SMno_2og4lI/AAAAAAAAANU/pO8YJIbOGIc/s400/46b5438f379c4e63cd7746085453aa4a_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244979424744497746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tercer disco de esta banda liderada por Josh Homme que, dentro de las múltiples participaciones de variados personajes de la industria musical, destaca en la batería Dave Grohl (exNirvana y actual Foo Fighters). Del disco se podría decir bastante, pero a veces es mejor que el sonido se explique por si mismo, rock and roll de gran calibre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaires&lt;br /&gt;02 No One Knows&lt;br /&gt;03 First It Giveth&lt;br /&gt;04 Song for the Dead&lt;br /&gt;05 The Sky Is Fallin&lt;br /&gt;06 Six Shooter&lt;br /&gt;07 Hangin' Tree&lt;br /&gt;08 Go with the Flow&lt;br /&gt;09 Gonna Leave You&lt;br /&gt;10 Do It Again&lt;br /&gt;11 God Is in the Radio&lt;br /&gt;12 Another Love Song&lt;br /&gt;13 Song for the Deaf&lt;br /&gt;14 Mosquito Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/es/?d=9OKQLSUO"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Queens of the Stone Age - Songs for the Deaf (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-6849495947471743123?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/6849495947471743123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=6849495947471743123' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/6849495947471743123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/6849495947471743123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/09/queens-of-stone-age-songs-for-deaf-2002.html' title='Queens of the Stone Age - Songs for the Deaf (2002)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SMno_2og4lI/AAAAAAAAANU/pO8YJIbOGIc/s72-c/46b5438f379c4e63cd7746085453aa4a_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-7982837368567348565</id><published>2008-08-21T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T09:38:53.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane`s Addiction - Ritual de lo Habitual (1990)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SK7j0DS8bPI/AAAAAAAAANM/aUwNJlh_eMg/s1600-h/Jane%27sAddictionRitualDeLoHabitual.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SK7j0DS8bPI/AAAAAAAAANM/aUwNJlh_eMg/s400/Jane%27sAddictionRitualDeLoHabitual.01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237373900055932146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tercera maqueta de esta banda oriunda de Los Ángeles, California; Disco dividido implícitamente en 2 partes, la primera cargada de rock sicodélico, con riffs que de a poco van acercando lo más onírico del subconciente a la realidad, siendo una sola descarga de energía musical, que tenuemente va sosegando la furia, con Three Days como el punto de inflexión, la segunda mitad da paso a sonidos mucho más melódicos y esperanzadores, pero no menos catársicos. En resumen, por más que se escuche una y otra vez, este disco no nos dejará de sorprender, volviéndose un deber en la colección de cualquier melómano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist&lt;br /&gt;01 Stop&lt;br /&gt;02 No One's Leaving&lt;br /&gt;03 Ain't No Right&lt;br /&gt;04 Obvious&lt;br /&gt;05 Been Caught Stealing&lt;br /&gt;06 Three Days&lt;br /&gt;07 Then She Did...&lt;br /&gt;08 Of Course&lt;br /&gt;09 Classic Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=WAN7ZI0A"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;e's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Addiction - Ritual de lo Habitual (1990)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-7982837368567348565?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/7982837368567348565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=7982837368567348565' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/7982837368567348565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/7982837368567348565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/janes-addiction-ritual-de-lo-habitual.html' title='Jane`s Addiction - Ritual de lo Habitual (1990)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SK7j0DS8bPI/AAAAAAAAANM/aUwNJlh_eMg/s72-c/Jane%27sAddictionRitualDeLoHabitual.01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-1448966893495820200</id><published>2008-08-18T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:57:16.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpt5iFoVQI/AAAAAAAAANE/AcHPUVOvF5o/s1600-h/2296561580_674d46317e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpt5iFoVQI/AAAAAAAAANE/AcHPUVOvF5o/s400/2296561580_674d46317e_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236118351942014210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lago Titicaca, Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKptVZfPzLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rFHdgGgfV5A/s1600-h/2413551405_c9bf51fbdd_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKptVZfPzLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rFHdgGgfV5A/s400/2413551405_c9bf51fbdd_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236117731158248626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esperando, Isla del Sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKptC4SFhSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R_iUnL2s084/s1600-h/2296561586_a036ebfbb4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKptC4SFhSI/AAAAAAAAAM0/R_iUnL2s084/s400/2296561586_a036ebfbb4_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236117413007033634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tirando Piedrecillas, Isla del Sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKps32TIAYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/57HWApxv9oQ/s1600-h/2296561574_99e71c9b28_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKps32TIAYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/57HWApxv9oQ/s400/2296561574_99e71c9b28_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236117223495958914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Capilla de las Velas, Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpsjOIE6QI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eLVenx2uEZo/s1600-h/2295101712_7b52d7c4a4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpsjOIE6QI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eLVenx2uEZo/s400/2295101712_7b52d7c4a4_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236116869114816770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atravesando, Camino a Copacabana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpsW1zcHZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/78ghhQ9TZOY/s1600-h/2295101708_18201e234a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpsW1zcHZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/78ghhQ9TZOY/s400/2295101708_18201e234a_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236116656427376018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plaza Murillo, La Paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpsLgZefzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SFA2G_og-IY/s1600-h/2413863566_72b15d6f0e_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpsLgZefzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SFA2G_og-IY/s400/2413863566_72b15d6f0e_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236116461702774578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Columpios, Cochabamba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpr2yPA3KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ObwcGcpcqtE/s1600-h/2295101702_27904eb3aa_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpr2yPA3KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ObwcGcpcqtE/s400/2295101702_27904eb3aa_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236116105713474722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La Cancha, Cochabamba&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/641760560956576020-1448966893495820200?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/1448966893495820200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=1448966893495820200' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1448966893495820200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1448966893495820200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/bolivia.html' title='Bolivia'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SKpt5iFoVQI/AAAAAAAAANE/AcHPUVOvF5o/s72-c/2296561580_674d46317e_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-5722466381648064963</id><published>2008-08-06T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:31:54.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weezer - Pinkerton (1996)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJpelk19slI/AAAAAAAAAME/oZU5uQz2VCA/s1600-h/Weezer_Pinkerton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJpelk19slI/AAAAAAAAAME/oZU5uQz2VCA/s400/Weezer_Pinkerton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231597916782441042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segunda placa de la banda formada por Rivers Cuomo, Patrick Wilson, Brian Bell y Matt Sharp (Scott Shriner actualmente ocupa el lugar en el bajo de Matt Sharp). Clasificados dentro del enorme espectro que se denomina rock alternativo (los indies dicen que son indies), mostrándonos un discos sin complejos, llenos de cambios de tiempos, a ratos un poco más pesado a ratos un poco más tranquilo, pero sin duda un muy buen disco, para caminar sin compromisos y escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Tired of Sex&lt;br /&gt;02 Getchoo&lt;br /&gt;03 No Other One&lt;br /&gt;04 Why Brother?&lt;br /&gt;05 Across the Sea&lt;br /&gt;06 The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;07 El Scorcho&lt;br /&gt;08 Pink Triangle&lt;br /&gt;09 Falling for You&lt;br /&gt;10 Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigupload.com/files/DP3R1IFR2M/Weezer_-_Pinkerton_%281996%29.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Weezer - Pinkerton (1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-5722466381648064963?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/5722466381648064963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=5722466381648064963' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5722466381648064963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5722466381648064963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/weezer-pinkerton-1996.html' title='Weezer - Pinkerton (1996)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJpelk19slI/AAAAAAAAAME/oZU5uQz2VCA/s72-c/Weezer_Pinkerton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-6900928496125200462</id><published>2008-08-05T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:09:48.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emir Kusturica &amp; The No Smoking Orchestra - Unza Unza Time (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJkHW2yzHmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vMzSQczgcmU/s1600-h/Unza.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJkHW2yzHmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vMzSQczgcmU/s400/Unza.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231220531414638178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Séptimo de album de este proyecto al cual pertenece el reconocido director de cine Emir Kusturica, en la que se mezclan distintas variantes del rock con múltiples sonidos de los balcanes, originando un híbrido musical característico,  que  se ha convertido en su sello particular.  Unza Unza Time, es  la banda sonora de la película "Gato Negro, Gato Blanco", y esta placa, al igual que la película, son imperdibles y necesarios en nuestro acervo de experiencias gratificantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Unza Unza Time&lt;br /&gt;02 Djindji Rindji Bubamara&lt;br /&gt;03 Lubenica&lt;br /&gt;04 Prnavor&lt;br /&gt;05 Pitbull Terrier&lt;br /&gt;06 Was Romeo Really A Jerk&lt;br /&gt;07 Drang Nach Osten&lt;br /&gt;08 Corfu&lt;br /&gt;09 Upside Down&lt;br /&gt;10 Sanela&lt;br /&gt;11 Devil In The Business Class&lt;br /&gt;12 Gruss Gott Trauer&lt;br /&gt;13 Emir's Dream&lt;br /&gt;14 Imao Sam Bjelog Konja&lt;br /&gt;15 Some Other Man&lt;br /&gt;16 Furja Djildje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/135388310/Emir_Kusturica___The_No_Smoking_Orchestra_-_Unza_Unza_Time__2000_.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Emir Kusturica &amp;amp; The No Smoking Orchestra - Unza Unza Time (2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-6900928496125200462?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/6900928496125200462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=6900928496125200462' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/6900928496125200462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/6900928496125200462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/emir-kusturica-no-smoking-orchestra.html' title='Emir Kusturica &amp; The No Smoking Orchestra - Unza Unza Time (2000)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJkHW2yzHmI/AAAAAAAAAL8/vMzSQczgcmU/s72-c/Unza.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-7462747577946767155</id><published>2008-08-05T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:24:34.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A77aque - Amén (1995)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJjFYsuZr7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8uXKVLbmkkQ/s1600-h/attaque_amen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJjFYsuZr7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8uXKVLbmkkQ/s400/attaque_amen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231147995304144818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Séptimo album de esta banda de punkrock porteña, conformada por Ciro Pertusi, Mariano Martínez, Leonardo De Cecco y  Luciano Scaglione.  Con este disco, A77aque cierra un ciclo cargado de rabia y rock and roll, una lección musical indispensable a la que no podemos faltar.    &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mariano_Gabriel_Martinez" class="mw-redirect" title="Mariano Gabriel Martinez"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Ya Se&lt;br /&gt;02 2 De Abril&lt;br /&gt;03 Santiago&lt;br /&gt;04 El Gran Chaparral&lt;br /&gt;05 El Perro&lt;br /&gt;06 Degei&lt;br /&gt;07 Muerta&lt;br /&gt;08 Redemption Song&lt;br /&gt;09 San Fermín&lt;br /&gt;10 Ella&lt;br /&gt;11 El Francotirador&lt;br /&gt;12 Páginas Pegadas&lt;br /&gt;13 Fábrica&lt;br /&gt;14 Tres Pajaros Negros&lt;br /&gt;15 Nací Para Perder&lt;br /&gt;16 Ya Me Aburrí&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2shared.com/file/3712628/a80c623b/ataque_77_-_amen__1995_.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A77aque - Amén (1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-7462747577946767155?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/7462747577946767155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=7462747577946767155' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/7462747577946767155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/7462747577946767155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/a77aque-amn-1995.html' title='A77aque - Amén (1995)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJjFYsuZr7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/8uXKVLbmkkQ/s72-c/attaque_amen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-428759746814343412</id><published>2008-08-05T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T03:06:21.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogar de Cristo - Antofagasta, Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJghJUCv77I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TNE7gLh5T_w/s1600-h/2051642064_8f1aadb797_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJghJUCv77I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TNE7gLh5T_w/s400/2051642064_8f1aadb797_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230967411073609650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Television &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgh5VNqYdI/AAAAAAAAALE/A4A1hTvqmaw/s1600-h/2051642078_127bb12ca4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgh5VNqYdI/AAAAAAAAALE/A4A1hTvqmaw/s400/2051642078_127bb12ca4_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230968236021539282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silla de Ruedas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgiR0BiDxI/AAAAAAAAALM/eeENvoVyvr0/s1600-h/2050874737_a45866c085_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgiR0BiDxI/AAAAAAAAALM/eeENvoVyvr0/s400/2050874737_a45866c085_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230968656609021714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baldosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgij5gSLyI/AAAAAAAAALU/UGSjeJXNo9A/s1600-h/2050874725_d7fd001383_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgij5gSLyI/AAAAAAAAALU/UGSjeJXNo9A/s400/2050874725_d7fd001383_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230968967317827362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sillón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgi2X6_lWI/AAAAAAAAALc/OHoSNij_WZU/s1600-h/2051642056_cf1512c9e1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgi2X6_lWI/AAAAAAAAALc/OHoSNij_WZU/s400/2051642056_cf1512c9e1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230969284720563554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cabestrillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgjKxRP9hI/AAAAAAAAALk/FUO1P3_Hrec/s1600-h/2051642060_bef6ccaf23_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgjKxRP9hI/AAAAAAAAALk/FUO1P3_Hrec/s400/2051642060_bef6ccaf23_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230969635122181650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgjb0JMxzI/AAAAAAAAALs/DLgpPAbX3g4/s1600-h/2051642070_aac0c8ab82_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJgjb0JMxzI/AAAAAAAAALs/DLgpPAbX3g4/s400/2051642070_aac0c8ab82_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230969927951501106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casilleros&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/641760560956576020-428759746814343412?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/428759746814343412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=428759746814343412' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/428759746814343412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/428759746814343412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/hogar-de-cristo-antofagasta-chile.html' title='Hogar de Cristo - Antofagasta, Chile'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJghJUCv77I/AAAAAAAAAK8/TNE7gLh5T_w/s72-c/2051642064_8f1aadb797_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-2061208687643970154</id><published>2008-08-03T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:08:28.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beirut - The Flying Club Cup (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJZ27VFxlAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/M5r1JoZeRQ8/s1600-h/The_Flying_Club_Cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJZ27VFxlAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/M5r1JoZeRQ8/s400/The_Flying_Club_Cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230498778883134466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segundo disco de Zach Condon originario de Alburquerque, USA. Disco perteneciente al enorme universo musical del indie, donde a lo largo de los 13 temas que lo componen, nos atrae a épocas pretéritas, en un recorrido por Europa y por cada una de las pequeñas historias que conforman, una a una, este todo sonoro, que entrelaza distintos espectros musicales con notorios tintes de la madurez y modernidad del compositor, logrando un justo equilibrio para el deleite del público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 A Call to Arms&lt;br /&gt;02 Nantes&lt;br /&gt;03 A Sunday Smile&lt;br /&gt;04 Guyamas Sonora&lt;br /&gt;05 La Banlieue&lt;br /&gt;06 Cliquot&lt;br /&gt;07 The Penalty&lt;br /&gt;08 Forks and Knives (La Fête)&lt;br /&gt;09 In the Mausoleum&lt;br /&gt;10 Un Dernier Verre (Pour la Route)&lt;br /&gt;11 Cherbourg&lt;br /&gt;12 St. Apollonia&lt;br /&gt;13 The Flying Club Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/134655902/Beirut_-_The_Flying_Club_Cup__2007_.ace.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Beirut - The Flying Club Cup (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLV6jygKNCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TLV6jygKNCM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beirut - Cliquot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-2061208687643970154?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/2061208687643970154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=2061208687643970154' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/2061208687643970154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/2061208687643970154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/beirut-flying-club-cup-2007.html' title='Beirut - The Flying Club Cup (2007)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJZ27VFxlAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/M5r1JoZeRQ8/s72-c/The_Flying_Club_Cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-5679155851610195383</id><published>2008-08-03T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:51:19.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insoportablemente Vivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJZD0u2PdAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iyXIq70tNzc/s1600-h/508504954_b9fab7901b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJZD0u2PdAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iyXIq70tNzc/s400/508504954_b9fab7901b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230442590445204482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camino sorteando peatones, perros vagos y uno que otro resto basura que la gente ha dejado tirada en la acera, reviso mis bolsillos, monedas, elástico, encendedor, un pañuelo usado, no está lo que buscaba, dónde lo habré dejado, ojalá que no en el trabajo, no estaría nada de bien, respiro tranquilo y asumo se quedó olvidado sobre la mesa del comedor, es una buena opción.&lt;br /&gt;A esta hora cualquier esquina es buena para capear el tiempo, miro los autos, las luces, los animales vestidos de etiqueta, los animales paseando a sus animales, los perros que nos cuidan, el reloj que no avanza, miro un poco el cielo, está más rojo que de costumbre, como si algo se estuviera incendiando allá arriba o como si dios estuviese haciendo una hoguera con los buenos muchachos y quiere que nos enteremos que las cosas están cambiando.&lt;br /&gt;La tarde está fría, la bruma está más densa que de costumbre, un mendigo se acerca a pedir una moneda, le doy lo primero que encuentro en el bolsillo y espero que no haya sido de mucho valor, la mira y se va sonriente dando las gracias...hijo de puta, me la hizo, para la próxima debo mirar antes de hacer beneficencia, vuelvo a mirar el reloj.&lt;br /&gt;-Vivo, insoportablemente vivo- pienso mientras una gitana a mi lado maldice a una pareja que se nego a darle una limosna, me alejo un poco de la repulsiva mujer para no ser la próxima víctima y encender un cigarrillo; la hora, la hora, mierda, a qué hora habíamos quedado, no recuerdo, matando el tiempo para la llegada de una hora que desconosco, vaya estupidez, mi maldita memoria, sabía que tenía que anotarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez la había fregado, me resigno, una vez más meto mi mano al bolsillo izquierdo, saco mi celular y mierda, mierda, se había apagado, lo trato de encender y no prende, lo agito con fuerza y vuelvo a intentar, vamos, vamos, bien, encendió, 3 llamadas perdidas, 1 mensaje de texto...reviso, veo el mensaje: "te estuve esperando en el café de siempre, no llegaste, para variar, había hecho tu pedido incluso, no creo que exista una próxima. cuídate. adiós"&lt;br /&gt;Arrojo con fuerza mi celular a la calle, la gente se voltea a mirar, ya no lo necesito (me repito una y otra vez), escucho los cuchicheos, me alejo de a poco, los ignoro y los compadesco en silencio, no los miro a la cara y me sigo alejando, atrás va quedando la multitud, sigo caminando, cantando la misma estrofa de siempre, hasta que no hallo más sonido que mi sonido, ¡Insoportablemente vivo! ¡Insoportablemente vivo! Voy cantando cada vez más fuerte ¡Insoportablemente vivo!...y congelado de frío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-5679155851610195383?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/5679155851610195383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=5679155851610195383' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5679155851610195383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5679155851610195383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/insoportablemente-vivo_03.html' title='Insoportablemente Vivo'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJZD0u2PdAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/iyXIq70tNzc/s72-c/508504954_b9fab7901b_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-2643806002679030485</id><published>2008-08-02T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:11:31.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de Puerto - Iquique, Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVHghg-FhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B0xY5WFiKRk/s1600-h/2350558198_05d8ebf616_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVHghg-FhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B0xY5WFiKRk/s400/2350558198_05d8ebf616_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230165166338741778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Pescador - Caleta Riquelme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVIDMGmYfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/um_7bEPj-xc/s1600-h/2350558192_794e3fbccc_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVIDMGmYfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/um_7bEPj-xc/s400/2350558192_794e3fbccc_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230165761886413298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vendedores - Caleta Riquelme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVIDCTbb-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/X_9asACU0vo/s1600-h/2350558190_6361352250_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVIDCTbb-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/X_9asACU0vo/s400/2350558190_6361352250_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230165759255867362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colgando - Caleta Riquelme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVIDVGxYnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N__4wcBSjGk/s1600-h/2350558186_59786d4b2c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVIDVGxYnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/N__4wcBSjGk/s400/2350558186_59786d4b2c_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230165764303053426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vendedor de Pejerreyes - Caleta Cavancha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVIDup0WAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/56Y2MkWCV1s/s1600-h/2350558178_1db9167979_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVIDup0WAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/56Y2MkWCV1s/s400/2350558178_1db9167979_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230165771160934402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remando - Caleta Cavancha&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/641760560956576020-2643806002679030485?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/2643806002679030485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=2643806002679030485' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/2643806002679030485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/2643806002679030485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/vida-de-puerto-iquique-chile.html' title='Vida de Puerto - Iquique, Chile'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVHghg-FhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/B0xY5WFiKRk/s72-c/2350558198_05d8ebf616_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-8612615402152217183</id><published>2008-08-02T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:42:31.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milan Kundera - La Insoportable Levedad del Ser (fragmento)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVCpkR6q5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RARpWV5dwMY/s1600-h/2002952680_b1836f02e1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVCpkR6q5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RARpWV5dwMY/s400/2002952680_b1836f02e1_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230159824141593490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La cirugía lleva el imperativo básico de la profesión médica hasta límites extremos, en los que lo humano entra en contacto con lo divino. Si le pega usted con fuerza un porrazo a alguien, el sujeto en cuestión cae y deja definitivamente de respirar. Pero de todas formas alguna vez iba a dejar de respirar. Un asesinato así sólo se adelanta un poco a lo que dios se hubiese encargado de hacer algo más tarde. Se puede suponer que dios contaba con el asesinato, pero no contaba con la cirugía. No sospechaba que alguien iba a atreverse a meter la mano dentro del mecanismo que él había inventado, meticulosamente cubierto de piel, sellado y cerrado a los ojos del hombre. Cuando Tomás posó por primera vez el bisturí sobre la piel de un hombre previamnete anestesiado y luego atravesó esa piel con un gesto decidido y la cortó con un tajo recto y preciso (como si fuese un trozo de materia inerte, un abrigo una falda, una cortina), tuvo una breve pero intensa sensación de sacrilegio. ¡Pero era precisamente eso lo que le atraía! Ese era el «es muss sein!» profundamente arraigado dentro de él, al que no lo había conducido casualidad alguna, el lumbago de ningún médico-jefe, nada externo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/134460575/Milan_Kundera_-_La_Insoportable_Levedad_del_Ser__1984_.zip.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Milan Kundera - La Insoportable Levedad del Ser (1984)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-8612615402152217183?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/8612615402152217183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=8612615402152217183' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/8612615402152217183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/8612615402152217183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/milan-kundera-la-insoportable-levedad.html' title='Milan Kundera - La Insoportable Levedad del Ser (fragmento)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJVCpkR6q5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RARpWV5dwMY/s72-c/2002952680_b1836f02e1_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-9093628861546101792</id><published>2008-08-02T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:19:59.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Television - Marquee Moon (1977)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJTrqcQNgkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4mISpWldiPY/s1600-h/Marquee_moon_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJTrqcQNgkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4mISpWldiPY/s400/Marquee_moon_album_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230064181655208514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Connotada banda neoyorquina formada en 1973, habituales exponentes del club CBGB, perteneciente a la primera corriente punk emergente de mediados y fines de los 70s, clasificada dentro de lo que es el artrock. Marquee Moon fue su primera maqueta de estudio, donde presenta un sonido único, entrelazando la particular voz de Tom Verlaine y los acordes sicodélicos de las guitarras. La revista Rolling Stone hizo ocupar a este disco el lugar 128 de la lista de los &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/5938174/the_rs_500_greatest_albums_of_all_time/2"&gt;500 mejores albumes de todos los tiempos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 See No Evil&lt;br /&gt;02 Venus&lt;br /&gt;03 Friction&lt;br /&gt;04 Marquee Moon&lt;br /&gt;05 Elevation&lt;br /&gt;06 Guiding Light&lt;br /&gt;07 Prove It&lt;br /&gt;08 Torn Curtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2shared.com/file/3695069/d9114bc6/Television_-_Marquee_Moon__1977_.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Television - Marquee Moon (1977)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-9093628861546101792?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/9093628861546101792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=9093628861546101792' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/9093628861546101792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/9093628861546101792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/television-marquee-moon-1977.html' title='Television - Marquee Moon (1977)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJTrqcQNgkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4mISpWldiPY/s72-c/Marquee_moon_album_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-8417032299213019879</id><published>2008-08-02T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:44:40.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Hammond Jr. - Yours to Keep (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJTRZNTVowI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Uc6dT0oFYZA/s1600-h/Albert_Hammond_Jr._Yours_to_Keep_New_Line_Records.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJTRZNTVowI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Uc6dT0oFYZA/s400/Albert_Hammond_Jr._Yours_to_Keep_New_Line_Records.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230035298281693954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Debut solista del guitarrista y compositor Albert Hammond Jr, donde deja un poco de lado los riffs rockeros (a los cuales nos tiene acostumbrados con The Strokes) para mostrarnos una obra más acústica, íntimamente lúdica, con toques de pop sentimental, agradable y digerible,  sin duda, un muy buen disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Cartoon Music for Superheroes&lt;br /&gt;02 In Transit&lt;br /&gt;03 Everyone Gets a Star&lt;br /&gt;04 Bright Young Thing&lt;br /&gt;05 Blue Skies&lt;br /&gt;06 Back to the 101&lt;br /&gt;07 Call An Ambulance&lt;br /&gt;08 Scared&lt;br /&gt;09 Holiday&lt;br /&gt;10 Hard To Live&lt;br /&gt;11 Postal Blowfish (bonus track)&lt;br /&gt;12 Well...All Right (bonus track)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/cntnjo"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Albert Hammond Jr. - Yours to Keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-8417032299213019879?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/8417032299213019879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=8417032299213019879' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/8417032299213019879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/8417032299213019879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/albert-hammond-jr-yours-to-keep-2006.html' title='Albert Hammond Jr. - Yours to Keep (2006)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJTRZNTVowI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Uc6dT0oFYZA/s72-c/Albert_Hammond_Jr._Yours_to_Keep_New_Line_Records.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-1924706211819951116</id><published>2008-08-01T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:19:53.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tryo - Mamagubida (1998)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJNmsTKr5lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4gLo3eIS_1Y/s1600-h/Tryo_mamagubida-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJNmsTKr5lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4gLo3eIS_1Y/s400/Tryo_mamagubida-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229636503552648786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primer disco de este grupo francés compuesto por tres guitarristas, Manu Eveno, Guizmo  y Christophe Mali, más el percusionista Daniel Bravo (chileno) y Bibou, manager e ingeniero de sonido. Su estilo reggae acústico, mezcla el humor con la crítica política, adisionando, por otra parte, algunos elementos circenses y teatrales a su estética, conceptos que quedan plasmados en sus presentaciones con sus armoniosas y bien logradas puestas en escena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist&lt;br /&gt;01 Hymne De Nos Campagnes&lt;br /&gt;02 Pour Un Flirt Avec La Crise&lt;br /&gt;03 C'est Du Roots&lt;br /&gt;04 Salut O&lt;br /&gt;05 Revolution&lt;br /&gt;06 Regardez-Les&lt;br /&gt;07 Misere d'En Face&lt;br /&gt;08 Homme Qui Aime Les Femmes&lt;br /&gt;09 Main Verte&lt;br /&gt;10 France Telecom&lt;br /&gt;11 Yakamoneye&lt;br /&gt;12 Soldats De Plomb&lt;br /&gt;13 Suprematie&lt;br /&gt;14 Babylone&lt;br /&gt;15 J'ai Rien Prevu Pour Dem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/9amop4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tryo - Mamagubida (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-1924706211819951116?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/1924706211819951116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=1924706211819951116' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1924706211819951116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1924706211819951116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/tryo-mamagubida-1998.html' title='Tryo - Mamagubida (1998)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJNmsTKr5lI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4gLo3eIS_1Y/s72-c/Tryo_mamagubida-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-1042858770995999207</id><published>2008-08-01T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:29:34.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Inch Nails - With Teeth (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJMtJJ19-_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GUTWFC6kXnQ/s1600-h/B000929AJQ.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJMtJJ19-_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GUTWFC6kXnQ/s400/B000929AJQ.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229573227591629810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quinta producción de estudio de esta banda de rock industrial originaria de Cleveland, Ohio.  Trent Reznor (productor, cantante, compositor e instrumentista de NIN), nos entrega un disco cargado de letras introspectivas y desalentadoras, asociado a una potente propuesta sonora, estructurando la forma y el cuerpo de una maqueta que resulta imperdible e indispensable en nuestro quehacer musical y cotidiano (siendo también un adelanto de  la gira 2008 que realizarán por sudamérica).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titular4"&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 All The Love In The World&lt;br /&gt;02 You Know What You Are?&lt;br /&gt;03 The Collector&lt;br /&gt;04 The Hand That Feeds&lt;br /&gt;05 Love Is Not Enough&lt;br /&gt;06 Every Day Is Exactly The Same&lt;br /&gt;07 With Teeth&lt;br /&gt;08 Only&lt;br /&gt;09 Getting Smaller&lt;br /&gt;10 Sunspots&lt;br /&gt;11 The Line Begins To Blur&lt;br /&gt;12 Beside You In Time&lt;br /&gt;13 Right Where It Belongs&lt;br /&gt;14 Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/bzbbg7"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;NIN -&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; With Teeth (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuAAZ4480a4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuAAZ4480a4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nine Inch Nails - The Hand That Feeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-1042858770995999207?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/1042858770995999207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=1042858770995999207' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1042858770995999207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1042858770995999207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/08/nine-inch-nails-with-teeth-2005.html' title='Nine Inch Nails - With Teeth (2005)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJMtJJ19-_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GUTWFC6kXnQ/s72-c/B000929AJQ.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-5749228378014296445</id><published>2008-07-31T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:03:09.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realismo Relativo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJJuVYef_5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/5ekM1eDn7Vg/s1600-h/2261687261_0580c0ea8b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJJuVYef_5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/5ekM1eDn7Vg/s400/2261687261_0580c0ea8b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229363430957252498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sólo tocando fondo, arrastrándose e impregnándose, llegando a lo más bajo, redescubriéndose y precipitando, sólo así, se puede conocer lo que uno es realmente capaz de ser y hacer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-5749228378014296445?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/5749228378014296445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=5749228378014296445' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5749228378014296445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5749228378014296445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/realismo-relativo.html' title='Realismo Relativo'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJJuVYef_5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/5ekM1eDn7Vg/s72-c/2261687261_0580c0ea8b_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-5404706244520801353</id><published>2008-07-31T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:30:48.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ángel Parra Trío (+ Invitados) - La Hora Feliz (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJIruxXonkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eGFK07Ga7u8/s1600-h/1176754463_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJIruxXonkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eGFK07Ga7u8/s400/1176754463_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229290199857012290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En este disco doble, esta banda de jazz fusión chilena nos llevan por distintos escenarios musicales, &lt;span class="postbody"&gt;pasando por ritmos tan diversos como la música popular, swing, bossa, electrónica y jazz, logrando, a lo largo de sus 30 temas, un armónico equilibrio sonoro, gracias al virtuosismo de cada uno de sus integrantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;Disco 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;01 I Love Paris&lt;br /&gt;02 Saudade&lt;br /&gt;03 Mejillones&lt;br /&gt;04 Sweet Sue&lt;br /&gt;05 La Cueca de los Parra&lt;br /&gt;06 Play the Blues and Go&lt;br /&gt;07 María Gambrelli&lt;br /&gt;08 Quail Bait&lt;br /&gt;09 Mi Mejor Regalo&lt;br /&gt;10 Samba&lt;br /&gt;11 Seres&lt;br /&gt;12 Saves the Waves&lt;br /&gt;13 Diorita&lt;br /&gt;Disco 2&lt;br /&gt;14 Caí Dentro&lt;br /&gt;15 Si Me Enamoro&lt;br /&gt;16 Donde Nos Tocó Vivir&lt;br /&gt;17 Desafinado&lt;br /&gt;18 Samba de una Nota&lt;br /&gt;19 Fruta y Pollo&lt;br /&gt;20 Norma Mia&lt;br /&gt;21 El Forro de Manuela&lt;br /&gt;22 Espérame&lt;br /&gt;23 Valparaíso Swing&lt;br /&gt;24 Divina Mujer&lt;br /&gt;25 On the Sunny Side of the Street&lt;br /&gt;26 Come Fly With Me&lt;br /&gt;27 No Puedo Quitar Mis Ojos de Tí&lt;br /&gt;28  When You`re Smiling&lt;br /&gt;29 Just a Gigolo, I Ain`t  Got Nobody&lt;br /&gt;30 Jump, Jive and Wail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/133946560/_ngel_Parra_Tr_o____Invitados__-_La_Hora_Feliz__2002_.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ángel Parra Trio (+ Invitados) - La Hora Feliz (2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-5404706244520801353?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/5404706244520801353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=5404706244520801353' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5404706244520801353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5404706244520801353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/ngel-parra-tro-invitados-la-hora-feliz.html' title='Ángel Parra Trío (+ Invitados) - La Hora Feliz (2002)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJIruxXonkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eGFK07Ga7u8/s72-c/1176754463_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-6460167304394161008</id><published>2008-07-30T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:44:20.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Vedder - Into the Wild (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJCaji0gDeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S_BLriVhtJo/s1600-h/eddievedderintothewild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJCaji0gDeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S_BLriVhtJo/s400/eddievedderintothewild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228849102810254818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Disco grabado por el vocalista de Pearl Jam para la cuarta película dirigida por Sean Penn. Letras cargadas de liberadores sonidos, para cerrar los ojos y contemplar el interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Setting Forth&lt;br /&gt;02 No Ceiling&lt;br /&gt;03 Far Behind&lt;br /&gt;04 Rise&lt;br /&gt;05 Long Nights&lt;br /&gt;06 Tuolumne&lt;br /&gt;07 Hard Sun&lt;br /&gt;08 Society&lt;br /&gt;09 The Wolf&lt;br /&gt;10 End of the Road&lt;br /&gt;11 Guaranteed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/133619915/INTO_THE_WILD_SOUNDTRACK_-_Eddie_Vedder__2007_.rar"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eddie Vedder - Into the Wild (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7loLxor-Hsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7loLxor-Hsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eddie Vedder - Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-6460167304394161008?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/6460167304394161008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=6460167304394161008' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/6460167304394161008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/6460167304394161008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/eddie-vedder-into-wild-2007.html' title='Eddie Vedder - Into the Wild (2007)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJCaji0gDeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/S_BLriVhtJo/s72-c/eddievedderintothewild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-9220437723788074197</id><published>2008-07-29T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:56:45.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roberto Bolaño - El Gaucho Insufrible (Jim)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJAAZ9p6KHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WXUY-KqeCV4/s1600-h/1881921788_16e1d86d98_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJAAZ9p6KHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WXUY-KqeCV4/s400/1881921788_16e1d86d98_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228679613424216178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES-TRAD" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hace muchos años tuve un amigo que se llamaba Jim y desde entonces nunca he vuelto a ver a un norteamericano más triste. Desesperados he visto muchos. Tristes, como Jim, ninguno. Una vez se marchó a Perú, en un viaje que debía durar más de seis meses, pero al cabo de poco tiempo volví a verlo. ¿En qué consiste la poesía, Jim?, le preguntaban los niños mendigos de México. Jim los escuchaba mirando las nubes y luego se ponía a vomitar. Léxico, elocuencia, búsqueda de la verdad. Epifanía. Como cuando se te aparece la Virgen. En Centroamérica lo asaltaron varias veces, lo que resultaba extraordinario para alguien que había sido marine y antiguo combatiente en Vietnam. No más peleas, decía Jim. Ahora soy poeta y busco lo extraordinario para decirlo con palabras comunes y corrientes. ¿Tú crees que existen palabras comunes y corrientes? Yo creo que sí, decía Jim. Su mujer era una poeta chicana que amenazaba, cada cierto tiempo, con abandonarlo. Me mostró una foto de ella. No era particularmente bonita. Su rostro expresaba sufrimiento y debajo del sufrimiento asomaba la rabia. La imaginé en un apartamento de San Francisco o en una casa de Los Ángeles, con las ventanas cerradas y las cortinas abiertas, sentada a la mesa, comiendo trocitos de pan de molde y un plato de sopa verde. Por lo visto a Jim le gustaban las morenas, las mujeres secretas de la historia, decía sin dar mayores explicaciones. A mí, por el contrario, me gustaban las rubias. Una vez lo vi contemplando a los tragafuegos de las calles del DF. Lo vi de espaldas y no lo saludé, pero evidentemente era Jim. El pelo mal cortado, la camisa blanca y sucia, la espalda cargada como si aún sintiera el peso de la mochila. El cuello rojo, un cuello que evocaba, de alguna manera, un linchamiento en el campo, un campo en blanco y negro, sin anuncios ni luces de estaciones de gasolina, un campo tal como es o como debería ser el campo: baldíos sin solución de continuidad, habitaciones de ladrillo o blindadas de donde hemos escapado y que esperan nuestro regreso. Jim tenía las manos en los bolsillos. El tragafuegos agitaba su antorcha y se reía de forma feroz. Su rostro, ennegrecido, decía que podía tener treintaicinco años o quince. No llevaba camisa y una cicatriz vertical le subía desde el ombligo hasta el pecho. Cada cierto tiempo se llenaba la boca de líquido inflamable y luego escupía una larga culebra de fuego. La gente lo miraba, apreciaba su arte y seguía su camino, menos Jim, que permanecía en el borde de la acera, inmóvil, como si esperara algo más del tragafuegos, una décima señal después de haber descifrado las nueve de rigor, o como si en el rostro tiznado hubiera descubierto la cara de un antiguo amigo o de alguien que había matado. Durante un buen rato lo estuve mirando. Yo entonces tenía dieciocho o diecinueve años y creía que era inmortal. Si hubiera sabido que no lo era, habría dado media vuelta y me hubiera alejado de allí. Pasado un tiempo me cansé de mirar la espalda de Jim y los visajes del tragafuegos. Lo cierto es que me acerqué y lo llamé. Jim pareció no oírme. Al volverse observé que tenía la cara mojada de sudor. Parecía afiebrado y le costó reconocerme: me saludó con un movimiento de cabeza y luego siguió mirando al tragafuegos. Cuando me puse a su lado me di cuenta de que estaba llorando. Probablemente también tenía fiebre. Asimismo descubrí, con menos asombro con el que ahora lo escribo, que el tragafuegos estaba trabajando exclusivamente para él, como si todos los demás transeúntes de aquella esquina del DF no existiéramos. Las llamaradas, en ocasiones, iban a morir a menos de un metro de donde estábamos. ¿Qué quieres, le dije, que te asen en la calle? Una broma tonta, dicha sin pensar, pero de golpe caí en que eso, precisamente, esperaba Jim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Chingado, hechizado / Chingado, hechizado, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;era el estribillo, creo recordar, de una canción de moda aquel año en algunos hoyos funkis. Chingado y hechizado parecía Jim. El embrujo de México lo había atrapado y ahora miraba directamente a la cara a sus fantasmas. Vámonos de aquí, le dije. También le pregunté si estaba drogado, si se sentía mal. Dijo que no con la cabeza. El tragafuegos nos miró. Luego, con los carrillos hinchados, como Eolo, el dios del viento, se acercó a nosotros. Supe, en una fracción de segundo, que no era precisamente viento lo que nos iba a caer encima. Vámonos, dije, y de un golpe lo despegué del funesto borde de la acera. Nos perdimos calle abajo, en dirección a Reforma, y al poco rato nos separamos. Jim no abrió la boca en todo el tiempo. Nunca más lo volví a ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/133495451/Roberto_Bola_o_-_El_Gaucho_Insufrible__2003_.DOC.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Roberto Bolaño - El Gaucho Insufrible (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-9220437723788074197?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/9220437723788074197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=9220437723788074197' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/9220437723788074197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/9220437723788074197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/roberto-bolao-el-gaucho-insufrible-jim.html' title='Roberto Bolaño - El Gaucho Insufrible (Jim)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SJAAZ9p6KHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WXUY-KqeCV4/s72-c/1881921788_16e1d86d98_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-1177664567791786055</id><published>2008-07-29T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:52:33.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Bukowski - Factotum (fragmento)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI_3Z7gaSWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/stCbajUhcZc/s1600-h/viaje+veraniego+2007+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI_3Z7gaSWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/stCbajUhcZc/s400/viaje+veraniego+2007+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228669717242857826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_start --&gt;              ¿Eran mucho mas inteligentes que yo? La única diferencia era el dinero, y su deseo de acumularlo.&lt;br /&gt;¡Yo tambien tenia tal deseo! Ahorraba mis perras chicas. Pero tenía una idea. Pediría un crédito. Yo contrataría y despediría a la gente. Tendría un escritorio de caoba lleno de botellas de whisky. Tendria una mujer con pechos de talla 40 y un culo que haría que el chico de los periódicos de la esquina se corriese en los pantalones cuando la viera contonearse. Yo la engañaría con otras y ella lo sabría y no diría nada para poder seguir viviendo en mi casa gozando de mi fortuna. Despediría a hombres sólo para advertir una leve sombra de disgusto en sus caras. Despediría a mujeres que no se esperaban que yo las fuese a despedir.&lt;br /&gt;Eso era todo lo que un hombre necesitaba: esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/133490909/Charles_Bukowski_-_Factotum__1975_.doc.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Charles Bukowski - Factotum (1975)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-1177664567791786055?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/1177664567791786055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=1177664567791786055' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1177664567791786055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1177664567791786055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/charles-bukowski-factotum-fragmento.html' title='Charles Bukowski - Factotum (fragmento)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI_3Z7gaSWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/stCbajUhcZc/s72-c/viaje+veraniego+2007+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-4190319950896765798</id><published>2008-07-29T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:53:16.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradero 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI_0rXBCh5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0XAYDSftUHk/s1600-h/fotograf%C3%ADas+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI_0rXBCh5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0XAYDSftUHk/s400/fotograf%C3%ADas+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228666718150363026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era una tarde de aquellas en las que salía sin rumbo fijo a patiperrear por la ciudad, encontrando en cada uno de los extraños que se le cruzaba, la cara de alguno de sus amigos o de alguno de los personajes que habían llenado su infancia, creyendo que todo el mundo lo tenía guardado en su bolsillo y que la vida se llenaba sólo con el chasquido de los dedos, dada siempre su sopresa al revisar sus viejos bolsillos, el encuentro con boletas arrugadas más que inútiles, recortes de periódicos, pelusas, botones y una que otra moneda de nominación ya descontinuada, siendo siempre su misma reacción, sentarse en el paradero 10 de esa calle que no recuerdo ya como se llamaba y ver a las micros pasar, sintiendo que la próxima vez que revisase sus bolsillos si sacaría a la vida entera, con todos sus colores y sonidos, de un tirón y caería patas arriba frente a sus ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-4190319950896765798?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/4190319950896765798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=4190319950896765798' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/4190319950896765798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/4190319950896765798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/paradero-10.html' title='Paradero 10'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI_0rXBCh5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0XAYDSftUHk/s72-c/fotograf%C3%ADas+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-6802501595491998915</id><published>2008-07-29T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:39:22.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iggy and the Stooges - Raw Power (1973)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI9KuooRXFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qdToemp4nN4/s1600-h/iggy-and-the-stooges_raw-power-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI9KuooRXFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qdToemp4nN4/s400/iggy-and-the-stooges_raw-power-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228479857441201234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si el rock fuera una especie de dios católico Iggy Pop vendría a ser un Jesus Christ (JesuCristo) evangelizador, que a diferencia del original no moriría por nosotros ni por nadie porque la mala yerba nunca muere. Tercera placa de Iggy and The Stooges, la mala recepción de la crítica fue sólo un detalle en la vida de este álbum, ya que años más tarde se convertiría en un disco "de culto" dentro del rock, siendo en el año 2003 puesto en el lugar 125 por la &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/5938174/the_rs_500_greatest_albums_of_all_time/2"&gt;revista Rolling Stone de los 500 mejores albumes de todos los tiempos&lt;/a&gt; . Su influencia en actitud y sonido ha llegado hasta el rincón más recóndito de lo que es conocido como música, traspasando tendencias y edades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Search and Destroy&lt;br /&gt;02 Gimme Danger&lt;br /&gt;03 Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell&lt;br /&gt;04 Penetration&lt;br /&gt;05 Raw Power&lt;br /&gt;06 I Need Somebody&lt;br /&gt;07 Shake Appeal&lt;br /&gt;08 Death Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/133371613/Iggy_and_the_Stooges_-_Raw_Power__1973_.ace.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Iggy and The Stooges - Raw Power (1973)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-6802501595491998915?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/6802501595491998915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=6802501595491998915' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/6802501595491998915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/6802501595491998915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/iggy-and-stooges-raw-power-1973t.html' title='Iggy and the Stooges - Raw Power (1973)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI9KuooRXFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qdToemp4nN4/s72-c/iggy-and-the-stooges_raw-power-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-5095012330629632488</id><published>2008-07-29T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:53:55.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Indies: La Conceptualización Adolescente de lo Popular, lo Culto y lo Masivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI9ApVduNAI/AAAAAAAAADs/jqPuYFpOB1c/s1600-h/457444329_4d5356c903_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI9ApVduNAI/AAAAAAAAADs/jqPuYFpOB1c/s400/457444329_4d5356c903_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228468771281056770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Los que llevan más tiempos en conciertos y tocatas hablan de una "crisis". Hay otros más nihilistas que niegan la existencia de la "tribu". Las batallas digitales abundan en los foros de internet, donde discuten de sus grupos favoritos y demuelen en críticas los discos de bandas que consideran de grupo masivo o popular, como Coldplay. Es que, a juicio de ellos, son la mimesis de lo considerado culto. Sus computadores tienen mínimo 40 GB de memoria, ocupada por música que no aparece en la TV o en la radio. Caminan por la calle con audífonos, porque encuentran aburrida la realidad. No usan ropa "lana", detestan a sus amigos ideológicos los "emos" y los "pokemones", van al club La Berenjena y, por sobretodo, niegan ser indies...&lt;a href="http://www.cuds.cl/articulos/22sept07indies.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;artículo completo en CUDS.cl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-5095012330629632488?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/5095012330629632488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=5095012330629632488' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5095012330629632488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5095012330629632488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/los-indies-la-conceptualizacin.html' title='Los Indies: La Conceptualización Adolescente de lo Popular, lo Culto y lo Masivo'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI9ApVduNAI/AAAAAAAAADs/jqPuYFpOB1c/s72-c/457444329_4d5356c903_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-4728322515758699818</id><published>2008-07-28T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:07:53.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Drive-In - Relationship of Command (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI6dMiQgToI/AAAAAAAAADk/nc0p3VRNuFo/s1600-h/At_The_Drive_In_-_Relationship_Of_Command_-_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI6dMiQgToI/AAAAAAAAADk/nc0p3VRNuFo/s400/At_The_Drive_In_-_Relationship_Of_Command_-_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228289056103747202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tercer álbum de estudio de esta banda residente de El Paso, Texas, clasificados dentro del posthardcore, formada por Cedric Bixler-Zavala, Jim Ward, Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, Paul Hinojos y Toni Hajjar. El Más incendiario de sus discos, guitarras afiladas haciendo una perfecta comunión con la voz desgarrada de Bixler-Zavala, derritiendo la materia, nostálgicos sonidos que aún siguen sonando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Arcarsenal&lt;br /&gt;02 Pattern Against User&lt;br /&gt;03 One Armed Scissor&lt;br /&gt;04 Sleepwalk Capsules&lt;br /&gt;05 Invalid Litter Dept.&lt;br /&gt;06 Mannequin Republic&lt;br /&gt;07 Enfilade&lt;br /&gt;08 Rolodex Propaganda&lt;br /&gt;09 Quarantined&lt;br /&gt;10 Cosmonaut&lt;br /&gt;11 Non-Zero Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/133237127/Relationship_Of_Command__2000__LP.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;At the Drive-In - Relationship of Command (2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHCQU-eclEA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHCQU-eclEA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the Drive-In - One Armed Scissor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-4728322515758699818?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/4728322515758699818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=4728322515758699818' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/4728322515758699818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/4728322515758699818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-drive-in-relationship-of-command.html' title='At the Drive-In - Relationship of Command (2000)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI6dMiQgToI/AAAAAAAAADk/nc0p3VRNuFo/s72-c/At_The_Drive_In_-_Relationship_Of_Command_-_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-4912196083425579672</id><published>2008-07-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:54:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiferencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI6BKlvnS2I/AAAAAAAAADc/O9k3wse8_Bk/s1600-h/Copia+de+stgo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI6BKlvnS2I/AAAAAAAAADc/O9k3wse8_Bk/s400/Copia+de+stgo+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228258236354218850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"¿Y si me elevo, toco un par de nubes, bajo un trocito de cielo y sigo caminando entre la gente, a quién le va a importar?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomé un par de bocanadas más, zigzagueando entre la gente me metí por una callejuela con olor a mierda, me senté en un escalón cualquiera, recuperé un poco el aliento y metí mi mano en el bolsillo derecho del pantalón, aún seguía ahí, lo saqué con cuidado, lo contemplé por un par de minutos y volví a guardarlo en su refugio inicial. Luego me dispuse a seguir caminando y  fui desvaneciéndome entre la multitud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras más indiferente al medio, el medio es más indiferente de uno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-4912196083425579672?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/4912196083425579672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=4912196083425579672' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/4912196083425579672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/4912196083425579672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/y-si-me-elevo-toco-un-par-de-nubes-bajo.html' title='Indiferencia'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI6BKlvnS2I/AAAAAAAAADc/O9k3wse8_Bk/s72-c/Copia+de+stgo+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-5775489573935066061</id><published>2008-07-28T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:54:45.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiskales Ad-Hok - Traga! (1995)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI5tTAmV8mI/AAAAAAAAADU/9qtPUUPjGx0/s1600-h/traga%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI5tTAmV8mI/AAAAAAAAADU/9qtPUUPjGx0/s400/traga%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228236390769488482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Segundo disco de esta banda nacida entre 1986 y 1987 en Santiago de Chile, editado bajo el sello BMG. Con su estilo punkrock cortopunzante Álvaro España, Roli Urzúa, Micky y Víbora, se hacen un espacio en la historia del rock nacional a punta de mucho ruido y autogestión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 Río Abajo&lt;br /&gt;02 Carlitos Jesus&lt;br /&gt;03 Perra&lt;br /&gt;04 No estar aqui&lt;br /&gt;05 Algo&lt;br /&gt;06 Gris&lt;br /&gt;07 Eugenia&lt;br /&gt;08 El Perro del Regimiento&lt;br /&gt;09 Fuga&lt;br /&gt;10 El Circo&lt;br /&gt;11 Tevito&lt;br /&gt;12 Con Nuestras Manos&lt;br /&gt;13 Banderitas y Globos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/133203686/Fiskales_Ad-Hok_-_Traga_.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Fiskales Ad-Hok - Traga! (1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-5775489573935066061?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/5775489573935066061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=5775489573935066061' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5775489573935066061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5775489573935066061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/fiskales-ad-hok-tragaq.html' title='Fiskales Ad-Hok - Traga! (1995)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI5tTAmV8mI/AAAAAAAAADU/9qtPUUPjGx0/s72-c/traga%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-5590453912044499599</id><published>2008-07-28T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:54:53.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles of Death Metal - Peace, Love And Death Metal (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI5N8EHiQqI/AAAAAAAAADE/kq6G1JMNkR4/s1600-h/999mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI5N8EHiQqI/AAAAAAAAADE/kq6G1JMNkR4/s400/999mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228201911716561570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primer disco de esta banda estadounidense de stoner rock, conformada por Jeese "The Devil" Hughes, Dave Catching, Brian "Big Hands" O'Connor, Josh "Baby Duck" Homme (Kyuss y Queens of the Stone Age), Gene Trautman y Carlo von Sexron. Rock para disfrutar y mover el esqueleto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 I Only Want You&lt;br /&gt;02 Speaking in Tongues&lt;br /&gt;03 So Easy&lt;br /&gt;04 Flames Go Higher&lt;br /&gt;05 Bad Dream Mama&lt;br /&gt;06 English Girl&lt;br /&gt;07 Stacks o' Money&lt;br /&gt;08 Midnight Creeper&lt;br /&gt;09 Stuck in the Middle with You&lt;br /&gt;10 Already Died&lt;br /&gt;11 Kiss the Devil&lt;br /&gt;12 Whorehoppin' (Shit, Goddamn)&lt;br /&gt;13 San Berdoo Sunburn&lt;br /&gt;14 Wastin' My Time&lt;br /&gt;15 Miss Alissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/133184865/eagles_of_death_metal_-_peace__love_and_death_metal__2004_.zip.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eagles of Death Metal - Love, Peace And Death Metal (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-5590453912044499599?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/5590453912044499599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=5590453912044499599' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5590453912044499599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5590453912044499599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/primer-disco-de-esta-banda.html' title='Eagles of Death Metal - Peace, Love And Death Metal (2004)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI5N8EHiQqI/AAAAAAAAADE/kq6G1JMNkR4/s72-c/999mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-1177935750369239798</id><published>2008-07-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:55:14.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI1GOcKKt9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/6c8aHAGtYEg/s1600-h/cuturrufo+008_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI1GOcKKt9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/6c8aHAGtYEg/s400/cuturrufo+008_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227911956337965010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deambulando por uno que otro bar de no-tan-mala-muerte, lo encontré sentado en una mesita una tarde de otoño, para la hora que era me sorprendió hallarlo tan ebrio, sin haberme visto y yo sin haber dicho puedo, me planté en su mesa, nos saludamos y le hice saber de mi sorpresa, hablamos un rato de futilidades de la vida, del fútbol, de las noticias y quizás cuanta otra cosa más que no recuerdo, hasta que en un momento inesperado le hice caer mi pregunta: "qué mierda te está pasando? hace rato que ya no andas bien, por qué estás latiendo tan triste?.&lt;br /&gt;Me quedó mirando con cara de conocer todas las respuestas a todas las interrogantes del mundo, llenó sus ojos de lágrimas y susurró: "eso tu lo sabes mejor que yo". No puedo negarlo, en ese instante no supe qué hacer, atiné a ponerle mi mano en el hombro e invitarlo a otra ronda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-1177935750369239798?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/1177935750369239798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=1177935750369239798' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1177935750369239798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/1177935750369239798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-bar.html' title='El Bar'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SI1GOcKKt9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/6c8aHAGtYEg/s72-c/cuturrufo+008_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-4910700644378196742</id><published>2008-07-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:55:23.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omar Rodriguez Lopez - Se Dice Bisonte No Búfalo (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIvqfgLBp_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/h3d-1NqmQTM/s1600-h/GSL129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIvqfgLBp_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/h3d-1NqmQTM/s400/GSL129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227529619426617330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Tercer disco solista de este guitarrista nacido en Bayamón, Puerto Rico. Rodríguez creció en El Paso, Texas, lugar donde conocería a Cedric Bixler-Zavala, juntos más tarde conformarían la banda de posthardcore At The Drive-In, luego de su disolución, este dúo de innovadores musicales armaron su actual proyecto The Mars Volta, que hasta hoy mantienen paralelo a sus incursiones solistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Con las colaboraciones de John Frusciante, Monkey Mark  (Mark Ramos-Nishita) y el resto de la banda The Mars Volta, esta placa se convierte en un deber y en un bien necesario en la colección.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;01 The Lukewarm&lt;br /&gt;02 Luxury of Infancy&lt;br /&gt;03 Rapid Fire Tollbooth&lt;br /&gt;04 Thermometer Drinking the Business of Turnstiles&lt;br /&gt;05 Se Dice Bisonte, No Bufalo&lt;br /&gt;06 If Gravity Lulls, I Can Hear the World Pant&lt;br /&gt;07 Please Heat This Eventually&lt;br /&gt;08 Lurking About in Cold Sweat (Held Together by Venom)&lt;br /&gt;09 Boiling Death Request for Body to Rest Its Head On&lt;br /&gt;10 La Tirania de la Tradición&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/132741153/OMAR_RODRIGUEZ_L_PEZ_-_se_dice_bisonte_no_bufalo__2007_.rar.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Omar Rodriguez Lopez - Se Dice Bisonte No Búfalo (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-4910700644378196742?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/4910700644378196742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=4910700644378196742' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/4910700644378196742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/4910700644378196742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/omar-rodrguez-lpez-se-dice-bisonte-no.html' title='Omar Rodriguez Lopez - Se Dice Bisonte No Búfalo (2007)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIvqfgLBp_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/h3d-1NqmQTM/s72-c/GSL129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-3062355549393285788</id><published>2008-07-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:55:31.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precipitaciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIvhQc0TuCI/AAAAAAAAACk/sOcXh0Kv1ic/s1600-h/795981338_5b5820a37b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIvhQc0TuCI/AAAAAAAAACk/sOcXh0Kv1ic/s400/795981338_5b5820a37b_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227519465223338018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esperar con los brazos abiertos que un hijo de puta caiga del cielo,&lt;br /&gt;mejor abro los ojos y los cuento mientras caminan por la calle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-3062355549393285788?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/3062355549393285788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=3062355549393285788' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/3062355549393285788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/3062355549393285788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/precipitaciones.html' title='Precipitaciones'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIvhQc0TuCI/AAAAAAAAACk/sOcXh0Kv1ic/s72-c/795981338_5b5820a37b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-33440829982076221</id><published>2008-07-26T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:55:46.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hives - Veni, Vidi, Vicious (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIvDcHTb0iI/AAAAAAAAABM/daRJVkHEPZM/s1600-h/The_Hives_-_Veni_Vidi_Vicious-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIvDcHTb0iI/AAAAAAAAABM/daRJVkHEPZM/s400/The_Hives_-_Veni_Vidi_Vicious-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227486680257909282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Segundo disco de esta banda de garage rock originaria de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fagersta, Suecia. Banda conformada por: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Pelle Almqvist (gritos y voz), Niklas Almqvist (guitarra),   Mikael Karlsson Åström (guitarra), Mattias Bernvall (bajo) y Christian Grahn (percusiones y batería).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;01 The Hives - Declare Guerre Nucleaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;02 Die, All Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;03 A Get Together To Tear It Apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;04 Main Offender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;05 Outsmarted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;06 Hate To Say I Told You So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;07 The Hives - Introduce The Metric System In Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;08 Find Another Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;09 Statecontrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10 Inspection Wise 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11 Knock Knock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12 Supply And Demand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Descarga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://rapidshare.com/files/132679142/The_Hives_-_Veni_Vidi_Vicious__2000_.rar"&gt;The Hives - Veni Vidi Vicious (2000)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/1602392405f747e6/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-33440829982076221?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/33440829982076221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=33440829982076221' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/33440829982076221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/33440829982076221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/urlhttpwww.html' title='The Hives - Veni, Vidi, Vicious (2000)'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIvDcHTb0iI/AAAAAAAAABM/daRJVkHEPZM/s72-c/The_Hives_-_Veni_Vidi_Vicious-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641760560956576020.post-5953136752152786265</id><published>2008-07-26T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:47:14.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock And Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIrRiBCqFKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PWpIjVMTxrI/s1600-h/1972768087_41164e5bd8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIrRiBCqFKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PWpIjVMTxrI/s400/1972768087_41164e5bd8_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227220699842221218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Al final de la noche siempre me estás quedando,&lt;br /&gt;arrastrándote a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;Tuve que haberte escuchado desde el principio,&lt;br /&gt;siempre ajado y sincero,&lt;br /&gt;doliendo hasta los huesos.&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas cosas me has enseñado,&lt;br /&gt;trepando por las paredes,&lt;br /&gt;dilatando mis pupilas,&lt;br /&gt;llenando mis espacios y callando mis temores,&lt;br /&gt;mirando de reojo y escupiendo.&lt;br /&gt;Compañero de andanzas,&lt;br /&gt;viejo y sucio rock and roll,&lt;br /&gt;esta no será la primera ni la última.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641760560956576020-5953136752152786265?l=ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/feeds/5953136752152786265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641760560956576020&amp;postID=5953136752152786265' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5953136752152786265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641760560956576020/posts/default/5953136752152786265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionesficticias.blogspot.com/2008/07/rock-and-roll_8598.html' title='Rock And Roll'/><author><name>Mario Felipe Espinoza González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09616369579303217030</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PT7CdSeX18/SIrRiBCqFKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PWpIjVMTxrI/s72-c/1972768087_41164e5bd8_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
