<?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-15178464</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:48:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malas intenciones</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vanesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527030622141707239</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15178464.post-112457447500212864</id><published>2005-08-20T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:52:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maslow es un psiquiatra que se dedicó a estudiar las necesidades de las personas y comenta "los individuos están en plenitud cuando cubren todas sus necesidades basicas,si no es asi estos entran en un desequilibrio, causando una enfermedad."&lt;br /&gt;Eso quire decir, que las personas que no encontramos el amor o no logramos satifacerlas necesidades.Estamos en conflictos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15178464-112457447500212864?l=bocadepez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/feeds/112457447500212864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15178464&amp;postID=112457447500212864' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112457447500212864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112457447500212864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/2005/08/maslow-es-un-psiquiatra-que-se-dedic.html' title=''/><author><name>vanesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527030622141707239</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15178464.post-112406992125751248</id><published>2005-08-14T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:38:41.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LO FATAL.&lt;br /&gt;Dichoso el árbor que es apenas sensitivo,&lt;br /&gt;y mas la piedra dura, por que ya no siente,&lt;br /&gt;pues no hay dolor más grande que le dolor de ser vivo,&lt;br /&gt;ni mayor pesadumbre que la vida consciente.&lt;br /&gt; Ser,y no saber nada,y ser sin rumbo cierto,&lt;br /&gt;y el temor de haber sido y un futuro terror...&lt;br /&gt;Y el espento seguro de ster mañana muerto,&lt;br /&gt;y sufrir por la vida y por la sombra y por&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  loque no concemos y apenas sospechamos,&lt;br /&gt;y la carne que tienta con sus frescos racimos &lt;br /&gt;y la tumba que aguarda con sus fúnebres ramos,&lt;br /&gt;¡ y no saber adónde vamos,&lt;br /&gt;ni adónde venimos.....! &lt;br /&gt;       R.D&lt;br /&gt; Él en estas palabras anuncia lo que hoy nosotros sentimos&lt;br /&gt;por tantos malos momentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15178464-112406992125751248?l=bocadepez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/feeds/112406992125751248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15178464&amp;postID=112406992125751248' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112406992125751248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112406992125751248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/2005/08/lo-fatal_14.html' title=''/><author><name>vanesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527030622141707239</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15178464.post-112406881445768035</id><published>2005-08-14T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:20:14.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo fatal.&lt;br /&gt;Dichoso el árbol que es apenas sensitivo.&lt;br /&gt;y más la piedra dura,por que ésta ya no siente,&lt;br /&gt;pues no hay dolor más grande que el dolor de ser vivo,&lt;br /&gt;ni mayor pesadumbre que la vida consciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser,y no saber nada, y ser sin rumbo cierto,&lt;br /&gt;y el temor de heber sido y un futuro terror......&lt;br /&gt;Y el espanto segurode star mañana muerto,&lt;br /&gt;y sufrir por la vida y por la sombra y por&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lo que no conocemos y apenas sospechamos.&lt;br /&gt;y la carne que tienta con sus frescos racimos &lt;br /&gt;y la tumba que aguarda con sus fúnebres ramos,&lt;br /&gt;¡y no saber a dónde vamos,&lt;br /&gt;ni de dónde venimos...!   R.D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15178464-112406881445768035?l=bocadepez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/feeds/112406881445768035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15178464&amp;postID=112406881445768035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112406881445768035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112406881445768035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/2005/08/lo-fatal.html' title=''/><author><name>vanesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527030622141707239</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-15178464.post-112389989306823663</id><published>2005-08-12T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T19:24:53.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silencio de la noche,doloroso silencio&lt;br /&gt;nocturno......¿Por qué el alma tiembla de tal manera?&lt;br /&gt;Oigo el sumbido de mi sangre,&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mi cráneo pasa una suave tormenta.&lt;br /&gt;                     Rubén Darío&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15178464-112389989306823663?l=bocadepez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/feeds/112389989306823663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15178464&amp;postID=112389989306823663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112389989306823663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112389989306823663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/2005/08/silencio-de-la-nochedoloroso-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>vanesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527030622141707239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15178464.post-112386693517216808</id><published>2005-08-12T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T10:15:35.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alto riesgo de violencia.&lt;br /&gt;  Todas las noches sueño con agresividad q', no es fisica, si no verbal.talvez me hace falta unos momentos para desatar lo q' llevo adantro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15178464-112386693517216808?l=bocadepez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/feeds/112386693517216808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15178464&amp;postID=112386693517216808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112386693517216808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112386693517216808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/2005/08/alto-riesgo-de-violencia.html' title=''/><author><name>vanesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527030622141707239</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-15178464.post-112346784126511991</id><published>2005-08-07T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:24:01.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoy despues de tanto tiempo,me di cuenta de q' cerrada estaba mi cabeza frente a los momentos que hoy ya no tiene sentido.de que siempre se repiten las mismas situciones pero con distintos rostros,niega sus acciones y ellos nunca cometen errores,la culpable soy yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15178464-112346784126511991?l=bocadepez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/feeds/112346784126511991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15178464&amp;postID=112346784126511991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112346784126511991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112346784126511991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/2005/08/hoy-despues-de-tanto-tiempome-di.html' title=''/><author><name>vanesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527030622141707239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15178464.post-112338136258555420</id><published>2005-08-06T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:22:42.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pensar:en nadar mar adentro y no querer  salir, trae muchas complicaciones en el mundo real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15178464-112338136258555420?l=bocadepez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/feeds/112338136258555420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15178464&amp;postID=112338136258555420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112338136258555420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15178464/posts/default/112338136258555420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bocadepez.blogspot.com/2005/08/pensaren-nadar-mar-adentro-y-no-querer.html' title=''/><author><name>vanesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13527030622141707239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
