<?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-6640765849131186291</id><updated>2012-02-19T00:54:56.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Micionotturno</title><subtitle type='html'>Memoria</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micionotturno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640765849131186291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micionotturno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Micionotturno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506327183257791103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDUBWH6uMLk/TSi1oiu_koI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EbZSvx7m3hA/S220/24122010056.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640765849131186291.post-2645602918026755883</id><published>2010-08-21T04:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:15:02.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejarse querer no duele.</title><summary type='text'>Desde hace varios días estoy recordando constantemente una película, la de "Under the Tuscan sun".Pero ¿por qué la recuerdo tanto?Hay un pequeño diálogo con el que me identifico:Le dice el joven a los padres de la chica "la amaré eternamente y sé que la haré feliz"La madre le contesta "todos los jóvenes dicen eso"Frances le responde "a veces es verdad"La madre responde "nunca"Frances dice "¿y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://micionotturno.blogspot.com/feeds/2645602918026755883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6640765849131186291&amp;postID=2645602918026755883' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640765849131186291/posts/default/2645602918026755883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6640765849131186291/posts/default/2645602918026755883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://micionotturno.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#2645602918026755883' title='Dejarse querer no duele.'/><author><name>Micionotturno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506327183257791103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PDUBWH6uMLk/TSi1oiu_koI/AAAAAAAAAGs/EbZSvx7m3hA/S220/24122010056.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
