<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489</id><updated>2009-12-17T23:44:54.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El rincón de los Almagro</title><subtitle type='html'>Los hermanos Almagro tienen mucho que contar. Quien quiera saber que le@. No somos eruditos ni maestros de la palabra, pero quizá encuentres en nuestras líneas algo que te haga sonreír... o llorar. Dependerá del día... o del hermano ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/4068361799807375234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-fate-on-lost.html' title='My fate on Lost'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-3580086975347905494</id><published>2007-08-09T02:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T20:16:39.401+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Mi tono en el móvil :-P</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/3580086975347905494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/3580086975347905494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2007/08/mi-tono-en-el-mvil-p.html' title='Mi tono en el móvil :-P'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-4801708134565924029</id><published>2007-07-30T21:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:47:28.665+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Me cuesta creer</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/4801708134565924029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=4801708134565924029' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/4801708134565924029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/4801708134565924029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-cuesta-creer.html' title='Me cuesta creer'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-5665097452811939549</id><published>2007-04-18T01:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:54:30.540+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Dreams are made to fall apart...</title><summary type='text'>But sometimes...Sometimes...Sometimes... they come trueBlackby Pearl JamSheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clayWere laid spread out before me as her body once didAll five horizons revolved around her soulAs the earth to the sunNow the air I tasted and breathed, has taken a turnOoh, and all I taught her was everythingOoh, I know she gave me all that she woreAnd now my bitter hands chafe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/5665097452811939549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=5665097452811939549' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/5665097452811939549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/5665097452811939549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreams-are-made-to-fall-apart.html' title='Dreams are made to fall apart...'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-2975275494470234349</id><published>2007-02-22T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:16:28.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Fly on my wing</title><summary type='text'>The Zephyr songby Red Hot Chilli PeppersCan I get your hand to write onJust a piece of lead to bite onWhat am I to fly my kite onDo you want to flash your light onTake a look its on display - for youComing down no not todayDid you meet your fortune teller?Get it off with no propellorDo it up it's always stellarWhat a way to finally smell herPick it up it's not to strong - for youTake a piece and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/2975275494470234349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=2975275494470234349' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/2975275494470234349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/2975275494470234349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2007/02/fly-on-my-wing.html' title='Fly on my wing'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-6993591037346298189</id><published>2007-02-18T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:41:16.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexiones profundas</title><summary type='text'>Retomando temas, y tras todo este tiempo dejando a mi “gran hermano” particular dejando que sensibilice vuestros oídos, tengo poco que contar, pero mucho que decir. Así que sed listos, y dejad de leer aquí porque no pienso contar gran cosa.Como veo que no sois tan listos os voy a contar algo. La verdad es que hay una cosa que está clara. El que inventó el tiempo, se quedó corto. “Se ha quedao a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/6993591037346298189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=6993591037346298189' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/6993591037346298189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/6993591037346298189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2007/02/reflexiones-profundas.html' title='Reflexiones profundas'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-5153648031181089489</id><published>2007-02-14T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:25:31.076+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>My animals live in your zoo</title><summary type='text'>Maybeby Brainstorm&lt;!--MAYBE--&gt;My body, My hand My heaven, My land My guardian angel is mine You say…My dreams, My head My sex, My bed And it's my Corona with lime And then I say ..Maybe we could divide it in two Maybe my animals live in Your Zoo And You say..My hate, My frown My kingdom, My crown My palace and court is mine And You say...My lights, My show My years to grow The time that I spend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/5153648031181089489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=5153648031181089489' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/5153648031181089489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/5153648031181089489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-animals-live-in-your-zoo.html' title='My animals live in your zoo'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-8222374000385123832</id><published>2007-01-23T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:18:06.639+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>My parallel universe</title><summary type='text'>Where things can be what you want them to beWhere you can be what nobody knows you can beWhere you can feel what you haven't felt still.Deep inside,in your Microcosm,you can be you.With no rules, no dependences, no painno shadows, no misteries, no chainsno time, no frontiers, no space,in your parallel universe,you can be the King.Parallel Universe by Red Hot Chili Peppers (Live @ Slane)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/8222374000385123832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=8222374000385123832' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/8222374000385123832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/8222374000385123832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-parallel-universe.html' title='My parallel universe'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-2580649773961170572</id><published>2006-12-14T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:15:45.857+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Only you know it, and i know it too</title><summary type='text'>Láska Mojaby ElánSme rana a nozSme pravda a lozMy sme dvaja psiAbrham a synJa sa polepsimTy sa polepsiTisic dovodovna sto rozchodovA poslednykratpokus o navratPytaj si, co chcecVsetko dostanesNik nas nepoznaNikto nevie viacAko s blaznom zitPrazdno je nas bytIba ty to vies a ja to viem tiezIba ty to vies a ja to viem tiezNajhorsie vycitky su tie nemePreco sa sucasne milujeme a zranujeme?Vsetko </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/2580649773961170572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=2580649773961170572' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/2580649773961170572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/2580649773961170572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/12/only-you-know-it-and-i-know-it-too.html' title='Only you know it, and i know it too'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-116414218705736875</id><published>2006-11-21T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:49:47.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasca Gao</title><summary type='text'>Y me llama el cepas y me dice el sábado:  -  “Prepárate, que esta noche la liamos Chuspi”. “Hasta las seis de la mañana por lo menos” “No quiero que luego te tomes los churros y te largues antes que yo” - Jajajajajaja. Todavía me acuerdo con la cara que se fue a las tres de la mañana. Como decía Gandalf….”que buena que es la hierbecita de la Comarca”. Tres trompetas como las de Semana Santa en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/116414218705736875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=116414218705736875' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/116414218705736875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/116414218705736875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/11/tasca-gao.html' title='Tasca Gao'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-116333977602342936</id><published>2006-11-12T14:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:56:16.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Calma y fuerza</title><summary type='text'>“Cuando aprendas a aceptar en lugar de esperar tendrás menos decepciones”“Es vano irritarse contra las cosas, porque ellas no se preocupan para nada de nuestra irritación”Esta mañana, intentando poner algo de orden en mi habitación, me he cruzado con cierto libro que leí hace unos años, y antes de abrirlo, recordaba que escribí algo en la contraportada. Son el par de frases que abren este escrito</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/116333977602342936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=116333977602342936' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/116333977602342936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/116333977602342936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/11/calma-y-fuerza.html' title='Calma y fuerza'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-116283796662293258</id><published>2006-11-06T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:19:14.847+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Cause nothing lasts forever</title><summary type='text'>...and it's hard to hold a candlein the cold November rain....cause nothing lasts forevereven cold November rain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/116283796662293258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=116283796662293258' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/116283796662293258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/116283796662293258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/11/cause-nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Cause nothing lasts forever'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-116034467945665584</id><published>2006-10-08T23:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:56:19.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vámonos mar adentro!</title><summary type='text'>Aún estoy emocionado. He leído esta tarde esta noticia, publicado en un periódico aragonés y ha puesto una incansable sonrisa en mi cara :) Parece que dentro de poco podré cumplir un pequeño gran sueño. A pesar de las grandes dudas levantadas sobre una posible, no ya reunificación del grupo, sino algún último concierto conmmemorativo, siempre debimos creer en la prometida "gira del próximo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/116034467945665584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=116034467945665584' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/116034467945665584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/116034467945665584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/10/vmonos-mar-adentro.html' title='Vámonos mar adentro!'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-115923088576400257</id><published>2006-09-26T02:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:15:23.335+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>You killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild</title><summary type='text'>Tonightby ReamonnShe never took the train aloneshe hated being on her ownShe always took me by the handsand said she needs meShe never wanted in love to failshe always hoped that it was realShe'd look me in the eyes and say 'believe me'And then the night becomes the dayand there’s nothing left to sayIf there's nothing left to saythen something’s wrongOhhh, tonight, you killed me with your smileso</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/115923088576400257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=115923088576400257' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115923088576400257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115923088576400257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-killed-me-with-your-smile-so.html' title='You killed me with your smile so beautiful and wild'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-115914592473405107</id><published>2006-09-25T02:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:16:27.499+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Héroes de la metáfora</title><summary type='text'>Podrán gustar o no, pero nadie puede negar la armonía y contundencia de sus melodías, el original timbre de la voz de Bunbury y la poesía de sus canciones. Aún hoy, inimitables. Aún hoy, héroes.Dedicadas a Cristina Cortés, esperando que puedan empezar a gustarles.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/115914592473405107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=115914592473405107' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115914592473405107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115914592473405107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/09/hroes-de-la-metfora.html' title='Héroes de la metáfora'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-115893944737622199</id><published>2006-09-22T17:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:37:27.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy</title><summary type='text'>Llevo ya un tiempo trabajando en algo que, sinceramente, me gusta, me llena, me satisface y hasta me realiza. Haciendo un repaso mental desde esa edad que pones la crucecita cuando terminas la selectividad, han pasado por mi cabeza muchas ideas y propósitos distintos. Y creo que, ahora, tras ocho años, empiezo a ver un camino recto en lo que quiero hacer. Como murciano que soy, no diré que ha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/115893944737622199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=115893944737622199' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115893944737622199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115893944737622199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/09/hoy.html' title='Hoy'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-115792315004331852</id><published>2006-09-10T23:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:19:10.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sociabilidad</title><summary type='text'>Hoy es uno de esos días que he intentado hacer memoria de algunas cosas en mi vida. Sé que ha habido muchos momentos salpicados en estos años que me he ido acordando de lo que voy a relatar aquí. Hoy me apetecía escribirlo. Me apetecía grabar con estas letras algo que se sabe, está ahí, se piensa, se intenta remediar, pero no se pone el suficiente esfuerzo en cambiar. Por supuesto, como reflexión</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/115792315004331852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=115792315004331852' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115792315004331852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115792315004331852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/09/sociabilidad.html' title='Sociabilidad'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-115740722924665122</id><published>2006-09-04T23:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:06:08.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La balsa japonesa</title><summary type='text'>Este rompezabezas me llegó por correo electrónico y reconozco que me costó un buen rato resolverlo. Sólo hay que cumplir unas sencillas reglas (la implementación en 'flash' ya se encarga de que no seáis tramposos) para conseguir que todos los personajes pasen a la otra orilla del río mediante una balsa.El juego original parece ser japonés. En el siguiente hipervínculo, se accede a la presentación</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/115740722924665122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=115740722924665122' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115740722924665122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115740722924665122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-balsa-japonesa.html' title='La balsa japonesa'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-115305122618456849</id><published>2006-07-16T13:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:00:26.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un principio sin fin</title><summary type='text'>Intentaba entrar en razón el otro día a una persona que afirmaba, que según él, todo tiene un principio y un final. Bueno, lo cierto es, que humildemente pienso que nadie tiene una verdad absoluta de algo. La humanidad se rige con creencias, sustentamos nuestros cimientos en valores, en decisiones, y avanzamos en peldaños firmes que forman parte de esa escalera que moldea la personalidad. Supongo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/115305122618456849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=115305122618456849' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115305122618456849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115305122618456849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/07/un-principio-sin-fin.html' title='Un principio sin fin'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-115127040448523354</id><published>2006-06-25T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:20:04.496+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Raticos</title><summary type='text'>La vida de una persona se compone de muchos aspectos. De muchos momentos. De historias al fin y al cabo. De raticos… Ahora estoy sentado delante de este ordenador desahogándome golpeando unas teclas que me ayudan a plasmar lo que siento. Me gustaría atar ciertos momentos con una cuerda tan fuerte que no pudiera romper el tic-tac de ningún reloj. Me gustaría pintar ciertos momentos en un lienzo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/115127040448523354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=115127040448523354' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115127040448523354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115127040448523354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/06/raticos.html' title='Raticos'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-115117831147457893</id><published>2006-06-24T21:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:27:43.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La buenaventura de las gitanas de Sevilla</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/115117831147457893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=115117831147457893' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115117831147457893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115117831147457893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-buenaventura-de-las-gitanas-de.html' title='La buenaventura de las gitanas de Sevilla'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-115066355221371505</id><published>2006-06-18T22:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:48:01.114+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Para una estrella</title><summary type='text'>Con todo el cariño de tu amigo, a una niña con una mirada y una sonrisa capaces de llenar ese vacío que todo hombre lleva en su alma. Cuídamelo ;)FábulaY te cuentan cómo él se transformóen árbol porque así lo deseóy se quedó plantado allí mirandola tierra en que nacían flores nuevas.Fue refugio de conejo y colibríy el viento le enseñó a qué saben, síla miel y la resina silvestresy la lluvia lo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/115066355221371505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=115066355221371505' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115066355221371505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/115066355221371505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-una-estrella_18.html' title='Para una estrella'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-114920781387947073</id><published>2006-06-02T02:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:23:33.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondad</title><summary type='text'>Acabo de llegar, de compartir un rato agradable. Un rato con buena compañía. No sé por qué, este rato me ha dado que pensar. Me ha dado por pensar en la gente buena que tengo a mi alrededor. Yo creo que en esta vida, es inevitable hacer mínimas comparaciones. No me refiero a comparar personas a grandes rasgos, sino de valorar, “algo” frente a otro “algo” equivalente.  Como suele ocurrirme en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/114920781387947073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=114920781387947073' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/114920781387947073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/114920781387947073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/06/bondad.html' title='Bondad'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-114902594187235289</id><published>2006-05-30T23:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:56:20.493+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Promise</title><summary type='text'>ReamonnPromise (You and me)Once again I’ve messed it upAt cigarettes and coffee cupsBut most of time we make it outWe’ll make it through thisLying here on carpet stoneI feel I’ve let your safety zoneBut how can I feel so aloneIf I’m here with youPromises I made you keepLet’s find that out before we sleepThere’s nothing left by you and meNothing left to hideAnd when the ceilings come crashing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/114902594187235289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=114902594187235289' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/114902594187235289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/114902594187235289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/05/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Alm@gro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01496864449629393420'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999489.post-114703434467221323</id><published>2006-05-07T22:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:39:04.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidad es no necesitarla</title><summary type='text'>¿Acaso no es la vida por sí misma ya compleja? Es imposible parar el curso de la misma, es muy difícil esquivar los golpes que ella te va dando. Es duro encajar y solventar los problemas, los malos ratos, las situaciones desagradables… No por ello a veces nos sorprende con días agradables, cargados de magia, de color. A veces nos sonríe y parece que todo viene a favor, que nuestro barco navega </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/feeds/114703434467221323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999489&amp;postID=114703434467221323' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/114703434467221323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999489/posts/default/114703434467221323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermanosalmagro.blogspot.com/2006/05/felicidad-es-no-necesitarla.html' title='Felicidad es no necesitarla'/><author><name>Gsú</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286719595332601713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01946468959779497619'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry></feed>