<?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-23588410</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:05:11.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El mundo de las incoherencias :)</title><subtitle type='html'>MMM...o_O</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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-23588410.post-114263869543792396</id><published>2006-03-17T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:38:15.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hoy me siento tan rara....mmm ni idea por que.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Camine mucho hoy y compre todas las cosas para la uba , y ahora solo resta ponerse a estudiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y lo mejor feue que me iba a reunir con una amiga y la espere 1/2 y ella a mi y tan solo estab cruzando la calle , jajajaja horible , me moje todo el pantalosn auqnue tenia tacos  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Una cancionq ue me gusta y va con mi día , auqneu no este enamorada. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Te conocí un día de enero,con la luna en mi narizY como ví que eras sinceroEn tus ojos me perdíQue torpe distracciónY que dulce sensaciónY ahora que andamos por el mundoComo Eneas y BenitinYa te encontre varios rasguñosQue te hicieron por ahíPero mi loco amorEs tu mejor doctorVoy a curarte el alma en dueloVoy a dejarte como nuevoY todo va a pasarPronto verás el sol brillarTú más que nadie mereces ser felizYa vas a ver como van sanandoPoco a poco tus heridasYa vas a ver como vaLa misma vida a decantar la sal que sobra del marY aunque hayas sido un extranjerohasta en tu propio paísSi yo te digo ¿como dices tu?Tu aún dices ¿que decís?Y lloras de emoción oyendo un bandoneónY aunque parezcas despistado con ese caminar pausadoConozco la razón que hace doler tu corazónPor eso quise hacerte esta canciónYa vas a ver como van sanandoPoco a poco tus heridasYa vas a ver como vaLa misma vida a decantar la sal que sobra del mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23588410-114263869543792396?l=amazingarea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/114263869543792396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23588410&amp;postID=114263869543792396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114263869543792396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114263869543792396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/2006/03/hoy-me-siento-tan-rara.html' title=''/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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-23588410.post-114246749219267736</id><published>2006-03-15T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:04:52.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Odio sentirme deprimida :( , no me gusta para nada ....y el eor tipo de deprecion el el cual uno no sabe poruqe se deprime , peor pasa igual.......muerta......viva........deprimida.......aula fea........snif snif......y asi puedo seguir infinitamnete ...................deprecion........................... Bueno creoqw ruya entendieron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23588410-114246749219267736?l=amazingarea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/114246749219267736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23588410&amp;postID=114246749219267736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114246749219267736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114246749219267736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/2006/03/odio-sentirme-deprimida-no-me-gusta.html' title=''/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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-23588410.post-114226654406914061</id><published>2006-03-13T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:15:44.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Año nuevo , vida nueva . eso no es siempre ciero , poruqe  amenos que cambies de vida , van a  seguio estando las mismas personas de siempre , los fucking molstios de siempre....Que te rompen con el uniforme , que te dan el aula pija ...ahhh..que rutina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno apesar de todo uno puede intentar hacer el cambio...basta de chicos pedorros , sino chicos buenos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos , comida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23588410-114226654406914061?l=amazingarea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/114226654406914061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23588410&amp;postID=114226654406914061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114226654406914061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114226654406914061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/2006/03/ao-nuevo-vida-nueva.html' title=''/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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-23588410.post-114213440659432080</id><published>2006-03-11T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:33:26.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy llena , y la comida te hace feliz , entonces esto no va aser triste.&lt;br /&gt;Hay genet que es rara , que un día te dice algo y despues otro. Y a la tercera bvez que hacen lo mismo ya no lo toman enserio , pero la persona sigue creyendo que va ser el fin del mundo para la otra persona  ( pero despues de que se lo hiso antes ya uno no sienter nada).. Simplemente son unos pbres infelizes que no pueden areglar sus vidas e intenar destruir la tuya , POberd e ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23588410-114213440659432080?l=amazingarea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/114213440659432080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23588410&amp;postID=114213440659432080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114213440659432080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114213440659432080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-estoy-llena-y-la-comida-te-hace.html' title=''/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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-23588410.post-114204567687891439</id><published>2006-03-10T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:54:36.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A veces yo mima me doy asco , es como si loq ue yo soy no va con lo que yo deseo ser. Hay un parte en mi que no muchos conocen y los que al conocen no sabe hasta donde puede llegar , que ahsta a veces a mi me da miedo. Uno no siempre es loq eu desea ser...sino lo que puede  ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23588410-114204567687891439?l=amazingarea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/114204567687891439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23588410&amp;postID=114204567687891439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114204567687891439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114204567687891439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-veces-yo-mima-me-doy-asco-es-como.html' title=''/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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-23588410.post-114187102155842895</id><published>2006-03-08T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:23:41.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bueno ,reciene este posteo/cosas se puede conciderar el prmero. Los demas tan slo feuron pruebas. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Como dice el titulo , este es un mundo incoherente ( y con faltas de ortografia :)  )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mmmmm...los dentistas me asustan , y ahoar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;me queirn sacar mis muelitas de juicio bebes : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt; sif , snif ... yyo no quiro , dentistas malos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;En si no me acuerdo poruqe queria volver a subir algo , epro asi es....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;cuando aprenda a asar esta cosa voya poder contars cosas interesantes que me pasen , pero por el momento nada. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23588410-114187102155842895?l=amazingarea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/114187102155842895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23588410&amp;postID=114187102155842895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114187102155842895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114187102155842895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/2006/03/bueno-reciene-este-posteocosas-se.html' title=''/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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-23588410.post-114186824318677512</id><published>2006-03-08T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:37:23.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mira lau esto es una cadorchaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;muajajajjaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23588410-114186824318677512?l=amazingarea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/114186824318677512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23588410&amp;postID=114186824318677512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114186824318677512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114186824318677512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/2006/03/mira-lau-esto-es-una.html' title=''/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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-23588410.post-114174522506578893</id><published>2006-03-07T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:27:05.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yachtYour hat strategically dipped below one eyeYour scarf it was apricotYou had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotteAnd all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partnerThey'd be your partner, and....You're so vain, you probably think this song is about youYou're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about youDon't you? Don't you?You had me several years ago when I was still quite naiveWell you said that we made such a pretty pairand that you would never leaveBut you gave away the things you loved and one of them was meI had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee and....You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you.....Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally wonThen you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia to see the total eclipse of the sunWell, you're where you should be all of the timeAnd when you're not you're withSome underworld spy or the wife of a close friendWife of a close friend, and....You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No me gustan este tipo d epersdoan porque siempre hacen sentir mal alos demas .pero en algun momento laguin los hace sufrira a ellos tambien&lt;/span&gt; ...y talvez por eso son asi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23588410-114174522506578893?l=amazingarea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/114174522506578893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23588410&amp;postID=114174522506578893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114174522506578893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114174522506578893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-walked-into-party-like-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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-23588410.post-114174462964944087</id><published>2006-03-07T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:17:09.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are so vain , que beinque describe a ciertas personas , algunas que son tan molestas que se cren mucho y que alguin tendria que decirle que no es asi , pero bueno...aveces es garcios verlos/as jajaj..risa malvada :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoy tuve que sacrame sangre y eso a mi me asusta mucho ..pero esta vez , por lo menos no grite como lo suelo hacerlo , me porte como una nena buena  :P... estoy tan aburrid ay me hagarro hambre pero no tengo gans de hacer de comer o de calentar sopa  , por dios estoy muy vaga ...jajaja....no se me ocurre que mas poner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mmm...mañana creo que empiezo las clases y me da un no se que empezar otra vez y por la última vez :( ( sera tristeza lo que siento ahora ..ni idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bueno me voy ..yo les avise xcon el tituloq eu esto es completamente incoherente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Belén*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your hat strategically dipped below one eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your scarf it was apricotYou had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;They'd be your partner, and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're so vain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; I'll bet you think this song is about youDon't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You had me several years ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;when I was still quite naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well you said that we made such a pretty pairand that you would never leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was meI had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;clouds in my coffee and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia to see the total eclipse of the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, you're where you should be all of the timeAnd when you're not you're withSome underworld spy or the wife of a close friendWife of a close friend, and....You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23588410-114174462964944087?l=amazingarea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/feeds/114174462964944087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23588410&amp;postID=114174462964944087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114174462964944087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23588410/posts/default/114174462964944087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amazingarea.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-so-vain-que-beinque-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>belen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06243265349722072682</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></feed>
