<?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-6847246</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:08:25.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUSTAVO AND DAILY TAXONOMY</title><subtitle type='html'>NEW BEGINNING BECAUSE A LAST ONE ENDS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847246.post-108561594039751954</id><published>2004-05-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T16:59:00.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Black"&gt;The Day of the Disgrace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Hello Guys! Well as you would see in this video, this was &lt;br /&gt;the day of the infamy. Thanks to collaboration to Efrain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;a href="http://antimetrosexual.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://antimetrosexual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; you will see what happen with me and my &lt;br /&gt;poor and little friends ... Enjoy it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Here you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(this)" target="_blank" href="http://mm.dfilm.com/mm2s/mm_route.php?id=1823448"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY OF CAROL'S DISGRACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847246-108561594039751954?l=gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108561594039751954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108561594039751954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108561594039751954' title=''/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847246.post-108561556311630031</id><published>2004-05-26T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T16:52:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEW CHANGES EN MY BLOG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Well, as you have noticed I've made some &lt;br /&gt;changes to my Blog. The first thing was to change the aspect of the design. I &lt;br /&gt;just wanted&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;something more related to my Taxonomy as a &lt;br /&gt;person.. Well the second thing was to add a real hit counter. It looks that &lt;br /&gt;everyone at&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;class did put one, but it's NOT A REAL &lt;br /&gt;COUNTER. First, because the other counters count the REFRESHES and that doesn't &lt;br /&gt;mean&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;that you have a new visitor. SO check out &lt;br /&gt;that guys. The second thing is that you can have my thoughts in your email... &lt;br /&gt;Cool...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;See you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847246-108561556311630031?l=gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108561556311630031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108561556311630031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108561556311630031' title=''/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847246.post-108535438725118480</id><published>2004-05-23T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T16:19:47.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Arial"&gt;Now on or Now!!!Where does &lt;br /&gt;output comes?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.cyberkaetzchen.de/dd/animefanart/randis/Think%20about.jpg" width="226" height="229" align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Somebody &lt;br /&gt;once told me that there is a point in your life where all efforts could lead you &lt;br /&gt;to a final target. And sometimes during this path you find many good experiences &lt;br /&gt;that probably take you over. The final challenge in every human being is to get &lt;br /&gt;what you finally believe at one point. This means that the output comes from now &lt;br /&gt;not from now on... Think it!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847246-108535438725118480?l=gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108535438725118480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108535438725118480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108535438725118480' title=''/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847246.post-108431606149049111</id><published>2004-05-11T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T16:53:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://college.hmco.com/languages/spanish/resources/students/maps/espana.jpg" width="120" height="92" align="left"&gt;Not &lt;br /&gt;for Spanish Guys!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Since I've been living in Spain &lt;br /&gt;during this time, I've noticed some daily and good expressions. Let me introduce &lt;br /&gt;you &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;to the translation:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;1. Me cago en la leche (I shit &lt;br /&gt;the milk). Si lo piensas es un poco asqueroso! If you think it's a little bit &lt;br /&gt;nasty. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;2. Me cago en su puta (I shit the &lt;br /&gt;bitch). Pobre la puta! Que culpa tiene la puta del otro! Poor the bitch. She &lt;br /&gt;doesn't have any fault at the end. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;3. Me cago en Dios (I shit God). &lt;br /&gt;Que fuerte noooo! It's a little bit strong!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;4. Es cojonudo (Related with the &lt;br /&gt;men's balls!!!) When something it's good!! and Cool! Cuando es algo bueno, jejej.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;5. Es un coñazo. (Related with &lt;br /&gt;women's part!!)) When something it's boring!! Que machismo!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;6. Es la polla (Related with &lt;br /&gt;men's dick!!) Again there's a lot of malehood. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;7. Es la leche (It's the milk!!) &lt;br /&gt;It looks they love the milk!! jejee. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Just wanted to share it for you &lt;br /&gt;people! See you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847246-108431606149049111?l=gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108431606149049111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108431606149049111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108431606149049111' title=''/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847246.post-108413466194848550</id><published>2004-05-09T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T13:35:48.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-gb"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="System"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee bgcolor="#FFFF99"&gt;Life and the Dessert &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="System"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This weekend I have been meditating about the dessert. Life &lt;br /&gt;is like a dessert for everyone, if you look out it seems empty and without any &lt;br /&gt;life to come abroad. In this context, life is a big dessert in which I can walk &lt;br /&gt;in during my lifetime, but if you try out to find life, you’ll find it. The &lt;br /&gt;dessert teaches us that if you strongly believe in life though you walk in a &lt;br /&gt;dessert, the dessert will give what you have expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;font face="System"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Don’t give up just believe in yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847246-108413466194848550?l=gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108413466194848550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108413466194848550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108413466194848550' title=''/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847246.post-108359319279165491</id><published>2004-05-03T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T07:13:47.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;font face="Impact"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction="right" scrolldelay="0"&gt;Without my Notebook! It's like handicap!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;marquee direction="right" scrolldelay="83"&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.cnn.com/interactive/tech/0111/comdex.gadgets/samsung3.jpg" align="left" hspace="3" vspace="2" width="89" height="89"&gt;I have never felt handicap! My notebook's become part within me. When I came to Spain, my notebook became my loyal partner, the only one that surely understands me (not until he gets stuck!!!! but? I think everyone has a failure!!).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I just don't get it if that it's stupidity or what? But this weekend I spent it without having my notebook close to me, this little gadget has everything related with my world, music, pictures, INTERNET and tools to get in touch with my dear ones . &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt; But it's right good to feel that I share it with a friend that I know is gonna know me more because she has by now my notebook!! What a thing? God! The world's gone completely crazy!!. From now on, I'll start up thinking that I should change my dependency of that little shit!!!&lt;span class=SpellE&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; At least, she's gonna use it!!. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-weight:700"&gt;See you guys!    And remember if there is no pain no gain!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847246-108359319279165491?l=gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108359319279165491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108359319279165491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359319279165491' title=''/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847246.post-108351978556219388</id><published>2004-05-02T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T10:47:51.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;font face="Impact"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction="right" scrolldelay="0"&gt;Sweet Dreams are made of this! Put them apart and disapper!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;marquee direction="right" scrolldelay="83"&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.tpkier.com/gallery/images/fractalosity190.jpg" align="left" hspace="3" vspace="2" width="89" height="89"&gt;As every human being, dreams are part of life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Probably, they reflect what we feel every day and during the world story everyone has tried out to translate them to real life, that for surely they don't say future but present probably. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;Close to that, today I had this sort of dreams that lead you to reflect about what you are living in somehow. &lt;span class=SpellE&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; I just experienced it and it feels so good to straight up your thoughts with your personal life. &lt;br /&gt; It is an approach of what nature makes you feel different and the chance to have a better way to conduct your life&lt;span class=SpellE&gt; Hope you would have this chance to remember because it is kind of difficult&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-weight:700"&gt;See you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847246-108351978556219388?l=gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108351978556219388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108351978556219388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108351978556219388' title=''/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847246.post-108342423117244787</id><published>2004-05-01T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T09:04:32.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;font face="Impact"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction="right" scrolldelay="0"&gt;During Gustavo's Day&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;marquee direction="right" scrolldelay="83"&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.danbrown.com/images/davinci_code/dv_side2.gif" align="left" hspace="3" vspace="2" width="89" height="317"&gt;I just don’t get it yet! But it looks like this day seems as I am in &lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:State&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Madrid&lt;/span&gt;. Probably because is the other thing in the whole universe that surely understands me as I do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;I just started up this blog as a professional project but personally I found out in some way to speak out clearly. During these days, I’ve heard about &lt;span class=SpellE&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Vinci Code book, a book related to break an ancient code&lt;br /&gt;related with Jesus’ real story, and &lt;span class=SpellE&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Vinci’s art which encodes every part of the secret. As every single story in the world, I think that everyone keeps secrets and as Da Vinci’s art, our personal art gives out to every person a different message, a different side of one inside that&lt;br /&gt;makes us as we are and that’s the most important thing we should keep in &lt;span class=GramE&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; rather than being completely dried out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=MsoNormal style='text-align:justify'&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;Well, today I just was meditating what to&lt;br /&gt;write and I did it. &lt;span class=GramE&gt;.&lt;span class=SpellE&gt;jejeje&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-weight:700"&gt;See you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847246-108342423117244787?l=gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108342423117244787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108342423117244787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108342423117244787' title=''/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847246.post-108302636519588352</id><published>2004-04-26T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:43:38.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CLOSING TIMES COMES FROM SOME OF BEGINNING'S ENDS. &lt;br /&gt;LIFE COULD START WITH A NEW IDEA OF EVERYTHING, AND EVERY DEAD IDEAD COULD POSIBLE COME WITH ANOTHER ONE, SO EVERYTHING AT LAST MEANS NEW POSIBILITIES.&lt;br /&gt;GUSTAVO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847246-108302636519588352?l=gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108302636519588352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847246/posts/default/108302636519588352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gustavonewtimes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302636519588352' title=''/><author><name>GUSTAVO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03705151092262493671</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></entry></feed>
