<?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-22437924</id><updated>2012-02-10T23:49:32.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cortoypego</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22437924.post-1079321770688969821</id><published>2012-02-10T23:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:49:32.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I si ha fet mal,</title><content type='html'>i ha estat de mentida, quin mal farà quan sigui de veritat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-1079321770688969821?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1079321770688969821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1079321770688969821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-si-ha-fet-mal.html' title='I si ha fet mal,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7576795356029707956</id><published>2012-02-04T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T17:06:19.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraules</title><content type='html'>a mig dir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7576795356029707956?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7576795356029707956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7576795356029707956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2012/02/paraules.html' title='Paraules'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6883028536656906301</id><published>2012-01-22T21:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:52:18.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incerta glòria</title><content type='html'>No sabem res dels altres, ni ens importa; en canvi, voldríem que els altres ens coneguessin a fons. El nostre afany de ser compresos només es pot comparar amb la nostra desgana per comprendre ningú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan Sales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6883028536656906301?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6883028536656906301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6883028536656906301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2012/01/incerta-gloria.html' title='Incerta glòria'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2401491188277595824</id><published>2011-12-31T16:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:11:41.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Es mejor</title><content type='html'>que la gente que en un momento se aparta de nosotros vuelva por sí misma o no vuelva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El final del amor&lt;br /&gt;Marcos Giralt Torrente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2401491188277595824?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2401491188277595824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2401491188277595824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/12/es-mejor.html' title='Es mejor'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-371371006476818998</id><published>2011-12-11T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:16:19.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir</title><content type='html'>és estar distret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-371371006476818998?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/371371006476818998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/371371006476818998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/12/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2866537697563454562</id><published>2011-11-06T11:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:58:09.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Creemos</title><content type='html'>adivinar los sentimientos del otro, no podemos, por supuesto, nunca podremos. No tiene importancia. En realidad es la ternura la que me interesa. Ése es el don que me conmueve, que me sostiene, esta mañana, igual que todas las mañanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Carver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2866537697563454562?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2866537697563454562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2866537697563454562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/creemos.html' title='Creemos'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5224249022652579027</id><published>2011-11-01T20:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:29:51.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wordboner/6151408670/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6066/6151408670_2d53fe5807.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wordboner/6151408670/"&gt;Orgasms&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wordboner/"&gt;wordboner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5224249022652579027?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5224249022652579027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5224249022652579027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/photo-sharing.html' title=''/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6066/6151408670_2d53fe5807_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22437924.post-5510441420109393126</id><published>2011-11-01T20:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:06:58.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nenes, vigileu...</title><content type='html'>Ah!, conozco personalmente a esas bestezuelas, puesto que yo mismo soy uno de ellos. De esos seres no se puede esperar mucho, lo sé muy bien. Hoy estamos de mal humor, mañana, locos de alegría, pasado mañana, fríos, luego otra vez irritados y hasta hartos de la vida...y vuelta a empezar, pero se me había olvidado añadir algo más: la infidelidad, la ingratitud  y el egoismo, cosas en las que casi todos nosotros aventajamos a las buenas muchachas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i això farà caure el nombre de visites (ja de per si escàs) masculines al meu blog, però no ho deia jo, ho deia Einstein...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5510441420109393126?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5510441420109393126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5510441420109393126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/nenes-vigileu.html' title='nenes, vigileu...'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-8487830879058983331</id><published>2011-11-01T19:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:32:10.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i es veu que Freud deia</title><content type='html'>que unes paraules amables és la millor de les medicines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veure si m'aplico el cuento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-8487830879058983331?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8487830879058983331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8487830879058983331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-es-veu-que-freud-deia.html' title='i es veu que Freud deia'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-1686991898103884762</id><published>2011-11-01T19:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:21:14.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i una altra perla</title><content type='html'>Sartre dit dans &lt;em&gt;Les Mots&lt;/em&gt; que "l'appétit d'écrire englobe un  refus de vivre". Je crois qu'on peut dire la même chose de la lecture  sur papier : la concentration me permettait de fuir la réalité, ou  plutôt elle comblait un vide inexprimable... l'absence de Dieu ? le  départ de mon père ? ma timidité avec les filles ? Lire des romans  durant des heures me semblait la liberté suprême. Une façon de me  projeter dans une autre existence que la mienne, plus belle et plus  captivante. Un monde parallèle, haut en couleur. Une réalité moins  désorganisée, une grille de lecture pour décoder l'existence. Une utopie  encore plus merveilleuse que la masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beigbeder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-1686991898103884762?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1686991898103884762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1686991898103884762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-una-altra-perla.html' title='i una altra perla'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4781678606867685178</id><published>2011-11-01T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:13:49.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Premier bilan après l’apocalypse</title><content type='html'>MES 10 CRITERES POUR AIMER UN LIVRE.&lt;br /&gt;1- TRONCHE DE L’AUTEUR (ATTITUDE OU MANIEREDE S’HABILLER)&lt;br /&gt;2- DROLERIE (UN POINT PAR ECLAT DE RIRE)&lt;br /&gt;3- VIE PRIVEE DE L’AUTEUR (PAR EXEMPLE, UN BON POINT S’IL S’EST SUICIDE JEUNE)&lt;br /&gt;4- EMOTION (UN POINT PAR LARME VERSEE)&lt;br /&gt;5- CHARME, GRACE, MYSTERE (QUAND TU TE DIS « OH LA LA COMME C’EST BEAU » SANS ETRE CAPABLE D’EXPLIQUER POURQUOI)&lt;br /&gt;6- PRESENCE D’APHORISMES QUI TUENT, DE PARAGRAPHES QUE J’AI EU ENVIE  DE NOTER, VOIRE DE RETENIR PAR COEUR (UN POINT PAR CITATION PRODUISANT  UN EFFET SUR LES FEMMES)&lt;br /&gt;7- CONCISION (UN POINT SUPPLEMENTAIRE SI LE LIVRE FAIT MOINS DE 150 PAGES)&lt;br /&gt;8- SNOBISME, ARROGANCE (UN BON POINT SI L’AUTEUR EST UN MYTHE  OBSCUR, DEUX S’IL PARLE DE GENS QUE JE NE CONNAIS PAS, TROIS SI L’ACTION  SE DEROULE DANS DES LIEUX OU IL EST IMPOSSIBLE D’ENTRER)&lt;br /&gt;9- MECHANCETE, AGACEMENT, COLERE, ERUPTIONS CUTANEES (UN POINT SI J’AI RESSENTI L’ENVIE DE JETER LE BOUQUIN PAR LA FENETRE)&lt;br /&gt;10- EROTISME, SENSUALITE DE LA PROSE (UN POINT EN CAS D’ERECTION, DEUX EN CAS D’ORGASME SANS LES MAINS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Ovo',serif; font-size: 20px;"&gt;Frédéric Beigbeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4781678606867685178?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4781678606867685178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4781678606867685178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/premier-bilan-apres-lapocalypse.html' title='Premier bilan après l’apocalypse'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4548092682211437635</id><published>2011-11-01T19:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:25:38.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El ruido</title><content type='html'>de las carcajadas pasa. La fuerza de los razonamientos queda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concepción Arenal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4548092682211437635?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4548092682211437635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4548092682211437635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-ruido.html' title='El ruido'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-1775944413367395111</id><published>2011-11-01T19:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:02:20.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Com et puc convèncer d'això?</title><content type='html'>em deies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, a mi, que no m'agrada que em convencin, em delia perquè ho fessis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-1775944413367395111?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1775944413367395111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1775944413367395111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/com-et-puc-convencer-daixo.html' title='Com et puc convèncer d&apos;això?'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-9067792894250224638</id><published>2011-11-01T18:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:57:25.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i post a part es mereix l' Amélie</title><content type='html'>Ignoro el que és l'èxit d'una història d'amor, però una cosa sí que la sé: no existeixen els fracassos amorosos. És una contradicció en els termes. L'experiència de l'amor ja és un triomf tan gran que ens podríem preguntar per què hauríem de voler més.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No és una bona idea enamorar-se a l'hivern. Els símptomes són més sublims i més dolorosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viatge d'hivern&lt;br /&gt;Amélie Nothomb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-9067792894250224638?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/9067792894250224638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/9067792894250224638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-post-part-es-mereix-l-amelie.html' title='i post a part es mereix l&apos; Amélie'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4664361008813423103</id><published>2011-11-01T18:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:51:05.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i unes quantes sobre l'amor...</title><content type='html'>El amor que nace súbitamente es el más difícil de extinguir.&lt;br /&gt;Jean de la Bruyère&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor cuando se mezcla con el odio es más fuerte que el amor. Y que el odio.&lt;br /&gt;No sé de qui és, però què bona és...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La manera más profunda de sentir una cosa es sufrir por ella.&lt;br /&gt;Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El deseo  nos fuerza a amar lo que nos hará sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;Proust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4664361008813423103?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4664361008813423103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4664361008813423103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-unes-quantes-sobre-lamor.html' title='i unes quantes sobre l&apos;amor...'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-3640509857943851050</id><published>2011-11-01T18:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:43:28.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no et trobo a faltar</title><content type='html'>perquè t'imagino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-3640509857943851050?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3640509857943851050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3640509857943851050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-et-trobo-faltar.html' title='no et trobo a faltar'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-487401288716346623</id><published>2011-11-01T18:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:37:52.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i aquí ve la primera</title><content type='html'>(la que més em volta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tienen muchas ideas y pocos amigos o muchos amigos y pocas ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santiago Ramón y Cajal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmhhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-487401288716346623?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/487401288716346623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/487401288716346623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-aqui-ve-la-primera.html' title='i aquí ve la primera'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7177550782707724682</id><published>2011-11-01T18:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:33:42.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>oh</title><content type='html'>havia perdut la contrassenya del blog, avui he tornat a entrar després de no sé quant de temps...i he trobat uns comentaris acumulats de l' Elena, de la Núria, del David i del Marcos, gràcies a tots...tinc moltíssimes frases acumulades en llibretes, a veure si em poso al dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em fa mandra continuar, és la veritat, però tinc frases que em volten pel cap i que vull treure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7177550782707724682?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7177550782707724682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7177550782707724682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh.html' title='oh'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-3807035659311208516</id><published>2011-06-22T20:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:43:50.587+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It is</title><content type='html'>imposssile to live without failing, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all, in which case, you fail by default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-3807035659311208516?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3807035659311208516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3807035659311208516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-is.html' title='It is'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7388435784572241061</id><published>2011-06-22T20:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:41:48.663+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimidad</title><content type='html'>Me voy a abalanzar sobre los otros, implicándome a fondo, en lugar de flotar en la periferia de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin amor, la mayor parte de la vida permanece apagada. Por desgracia, nada es tan fascinante como el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que el amor es un trabajo sucio; tienes que mancharte las manos. Si te mantienes a distancia, no sucede nada interesante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es fascinante ver cómo en las relaciones más sólidas incluso después de años de convivencia, determinados aspectos de las personas afloran de pronto, como en una excavación arqueológica. Hay mucho que explorar y comprender. Con el resto de la gente, en cambio, uno sólo puede darse la vuelta, aburrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanif Kureishi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tot això.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7388435784572241061?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7388435784572241061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7388435784572241061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/06/intimidad.html' title='Intimidad'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-8780873246385472410</id><published>2011-05-19T10:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:36:16.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty years from now</title><content type='html'>you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale, això ja ho sabem tots, i des de fa temps, però ho oblidem fàcilment, així que cal recordar-ho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-8780873246385472410?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8780873246385472410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8780873246385472410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/05/twenty-years-from-now.html' title='Twenty years from now'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4225122078430497754</id><published>2011-04-29T12:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:15:56.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One day</title><content type='html'>You're gorgeous, you old hag, and if I could give you just one gift ever for the rest of your life it would be this. Confidence. It would be the gift of confidence. Either that or a scented candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Nicholls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4225122078430497754?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4225122078430497754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4225122078430497754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-day.html' title='One day'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2498482109391404888</id><published>2011-04-12T11:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:00:08.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The law of inertia</title><content type='html'>A body displays an inherent resistance to changing its speed or direction. Both a body at rest and a body in motion tend to remain so. Newton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2498482109391404888?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2498482109391404888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2498482109391404888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/04/law-of-inertia.html' title='The law of inertia'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-32651699130122430</id><published>2011-04-02T21:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:15:54.902+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Then we came to the end</title><content type='html'>is about sitting all morning next to someone you cross the road to avoid at lunch. It's the story of your life, and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bonic dia avui)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-32651699130122430?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/32651699130122430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/32651699130122430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/04/then-we-came-to-end.html' title='Then we came to the end'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-470246290095923032</id><published>2011-03-24T22:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:49:32.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Disquiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="review"&gt;            Sitting at his desk, Bernardo Soares imagined himself free  forever of Rua dos Douradores, of his boss Vasques, of Moreira the  book-keeper, of all the other employees, the errand boy, the post boy,  even the cat. But if he left them all tomorrow and discarded the suit of  clothes he wears, what else would he do? Because he would have to do  something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guardian bookshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-470246290095923032?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/470246290095923032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/470246290095923032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-of-disquiet.html' title='Book of Disquiet'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-1756087811015878071</id><published>2011-03-15T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T11:17:08.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un llibre amb el títol Richard Yates</title><content type='html'>Promet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-1756087811015878071?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1756087811015878071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1756087811015878071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/03/un-llibre-amb-el-titol-richard-yates.html' title='Un llibre amb el títol Richard Yates'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4875460209824719465</id><published>2011-03-14T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:51:32.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida te da sorpresas,</title><content type='html'>sorpresas te da la vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4875460209824719465?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4875460209824719465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4875460209824719465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-vida-te-da-sorpresas.html' title='La vida te da sorpresas,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7849588385172575676</id><published>2011-03-13T19:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:51:21.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Too often,</title><content type='html'>today, we meet people online who are frantically promoting themselves and their businesses-all the time pretending that what they're doing is not advertising or marketing but rather "being sociable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The observer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me suspicious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7849588385172575676?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7849588385172575676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7849588385172575676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/03/too-often.html' title='Too often,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7118529801480975511</id><published>2011-02-26T12:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:13:11.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Burbujitas</title><content type='html'>y flotadores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7118529801480975511?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7118529801480975511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7118529801480975511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/02/burbujitas.html' title='Burbujitas'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2945196825616067954</id><published>2011-01-27T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T12:05:03.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amontonando</title><content type='html'>eso es lo que quería decir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2945196825616067954?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2945196825616067954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2945196825616067954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/amontonando.html' title='Amontonando'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6525148497847361373</id><published>2011-01-27T10:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:20:12.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Decirle</title><content type='html'>a alguien que se ha terminado es feo y es falso. Nunca se termina. Incluso cuando ya no piensas en alguien, ¿cómo dudar de su presencia dentro de ti? Un ser que ha contado para ti, siempre cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En japonés color puede ser sinónimo de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'Amélie, la Nothomb, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6525148497847361373?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6525148497847361373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6525148497847361373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/decirle.html' title='Decirle'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-685028047315796278</id><published>2011-01-27T10:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:15:39.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph Joubert</title><content type='html'>Aquellos para los que el mundo no basta: poetas, filosófos y todos los amantes de los libros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avui toca bon humor, un regal de bon matí i conèixer, finalment, a algú que feia temps que volia conèixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 seguidors, no s'apunta ningú més?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-685028047315796278?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/685028047315796278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/685028047315796278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/joseph-joubert.html' title='Joseph Joubert'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4563500648075009562</id><published>2011-01-26T15:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:26:44.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aquest Morrissey...</title><content type='html'>I despise practically everything about human life, which does limit one's weekend activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perquè no tot són flors i violes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4563500648075009562?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4563500648075009562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4563500648075009562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/aquest-morrissey.html' title='aquest Morrissey...'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4482023963036888476</id><published>2011-01-26T15:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:08:40.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acumulando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4482023963036888476?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4482023963036888476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4482023963036888476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/acumulando.html' title='Acumulando'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5685145419115299211</id><published>2011-01-25T11:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:14:41.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I un secret:</title><content type='html'>No podemos evitar estar tristes de vez en cuando, pero SÍ podemos decidir cuando queremos dejar de estar tristes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;així que feu-me el favor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5685145419115299211?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5685145419115299211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5685145419115299211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-un-secret.html' title='I un secret:'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7570562186706045539</id><published>2011-01-25T11:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:05:46.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelectualización, lo llaman.</title><content type='html'>Los pesares y las tristezas, en el momento en que se transforman en ideas, pierden parte del poder que tienen de destrozarnos el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo cambiar tu vida con Proust&lt;br /&gt;Alain de Botton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gràcies al fred sembla que aquest blog ha agafat embranzida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gràcies fred!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7570562186706045539?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7570562186706045539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7570562186706045539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/intelectualizacion-lo-llaman.html' title='Intelectualización, lo llaman.'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2167551658585277062</id><published>2011-01-25T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:00:09.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No quiero,</title><content type='html'>Cloe, tu amor, que oprime porque me exige amor. Quiero ser libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2167551658585277062?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2167551658585277062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2167551658585277062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-quiero.html' title='No quiero,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4986895489542029802</id><published>2011-01-25T10:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:59:07.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mira,</title><content type='html'>ja han desaparegut les convulsions, el dolor, ja no hi ha res d'inconscient en tot plegat. ¿Què ha passat? No ho entens. Simplement ja no vols venjança, no...i descobreixes que justament això és la venjança de veres, l'única possible, la més perfecta, pel fet que ja no vols res d'ell, no li vols ni mal ni bé, perquè ara ja no et fa patir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dona justa&lt;br /&gt;Sándor Márai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continua...així:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ens estimem algú, sempre ens bategarà el cor quan el veiem o en sentim a parlar. En resum, em sembla que tot passa, llevat de l'amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tan oposats i tan certs alhora...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4986895489542029802?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4986895489542029802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4986895489542029802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/mira.html' title='Mira,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-8273751018049302742</id><published>2011-01-24T22:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:53:11.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lostintothewild.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://lostintothewild.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-8273751018049302742?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8273751018049302742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8273751018049302742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-like-it.html' title='I like it'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2899901038857304321</id><published>2011-01-24T10:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:21:16.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tensa</title><content type='html'>e intensa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2899901038857304321?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2899901038857304321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2899901038857304321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/tensa.html' title='Tensa'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5075415805764731923</id><published>2011-01-04T18:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:14:24.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque</title><content type='html'>lo que la gente hace una vez lo hace ciento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5075415805764731923?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5075415805764731923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5075415805764731923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2011/01/porque.html' title='Porque'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5510336510232149757</id><published>2010-12-13T21:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:11:21.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La mirada</title><content type='html'>Los ojos de los seres vivos poseen la más sorprendente de las virtudes: la mirada. No existe nada tan singular. De las orejas de las criaturas no decimos que poseen una "escuchada", ni de sus narices que poseen una "olida" o una "aspirada".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuál es la diferencia entre los ojos que poseen una mirada y los ojos que no la poseen? Esta diferencia tiene un nombre: la vida. La vida comienza donde empieza la mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metafísica de los tubos&lt;br /&gt;Amélie Nothomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'aquella nit de finals d'agost, d'aquell sopar al restaurant de la cantonada , d'aquella copa a la terrassa de l'hotel, d'aquella nit em quedo amb el teu entusiasme al parlar-me de l'Amélie, però tu, això, ja no ho sabràs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5510336510232149757?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5510336510232149757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5510336510232149757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-mirada.html' title='La mirada'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2960329246385566081</id><published>2010-12-10T09:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:34:54.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La huida</title><content type='html'>proporciona la más formidable sensación de libertad que se pueda experimentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te sientes morir, lárgate. Si estás sufriendo, muévete. No existe más ley que la del movimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni de Eva ni de Adán.&lt;br /&gt;Amélie Nothomb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2960329246385566081?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2960329246385566081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2960329246385566081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/12/la-huida.html' title='La huida'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4570380504835225449</id><published>2010-12-10T09:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:32:02.757+01:00</updated><title type='text'>però jo vull córrer món,</title><content type='html'>jo vull anar amb el vent,&lt;br /&gt;vull conèixer altres terres,&lt;br /&gt;vull conèixer gent!&lt;br /&gt;Gent com tu i com jo&lt;br /&gt;Gent sense raó&lt;br /&gt;camina si estàs amb mi i vols venir...&lt;br /&gt;Anem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan colomo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4570380504835225449?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4570380504835225449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4570380504835225449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/12/pero-jo-vull-correr-mon.html' title='però jo vull córrer món,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-185094523607968171</id><published>2010-11-26T11:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T11:10:41.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sólo se cumplen los sueños de quién los tiene.</title><content type='html'>Sólo se cumplen los sueños de quién los tiene.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo se cumplen los sueños de quién los tiene.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo se cumplen los sueños de quién los tiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repite conmigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-185094523607968171?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/185094523607968171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/185094523607968171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/11/solo-se-cumplen-los-suenos-de-quien-los.html' title='Sólo se cumplen los sueños de quién los tiene.'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5805848167979398006</id><published>2010-11-06T09:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T09:33:16.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pues a mi,</title><content type='html'>un dulce, me amarga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5805848167979398006?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5805848167979398006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5805848167979398006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/11/pues-mi.html' title='Pues a mi,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-970823052740904207</id><published>2010-11-04T14:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:19:04.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Marathons, Not Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wordboner/4980241027/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4980241027_8a35091937.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wordboner/4980241027/"&gt;Run Marathons, Not Blogs (iPhone Wallpaper)&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/wordboner/"&gt;wordboner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-970823052740904207?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/970823052740904207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/970823052740904207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/11/run-marathons-not-blogs.html' title='Run Marathons, Not Blogs'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4105/4980241027_8a35091937_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22437924.post-281632114197796016</id><published>2010-10-10T10:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:11:50.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the wild</title><content type='html'>Happiness is only real when shared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-281632114197796016?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2126327406512253241?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2126327406512253241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2126327406512253241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/10/fassbinder.html' title='Fassbinder'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7383124955120571930</id><published>2010-09-28T21:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:30:35.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y es que asi</title><content type='html'>como lo que nos posibilita la creacion de una obra no es el deseo de celebridad, sino la costumbre de ser laborioso, igualmente ocurre que lo que nos sirve de ayuda para preservar de riesgo nuestro futuro no es la alegria del presente, sino la prudente reflexion de lo pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui sino?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7383124955120571930?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7383124955120571930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7383124955120571930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/09/y-es-que-asi.html' title='Y es que asi'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-1646402862622194941</id><published>2010-09-27T14:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:17:04.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inteligente</title><content type='html'>es quien sabe leer o escoger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo sé llegir (crec que ho faig prou bé, de fet, crec que és el meu màxim talent), però això d'escollir...com se fa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-1646402862622194941?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5877988273398736061?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5877988273398736061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5877988273398736061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/09/es-veritat.html' title='És veritat'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4526330372900500749</id><published>2010-09-09T10:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:44:31.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sortint</title><content type='html'>de la palangana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4526330372900500749?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4526330372900500749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4526330372900500749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/09/sortint.html' title='Sortint'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5374866062333937393</id><published>2010-08-26T14:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:14:24.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>continuem...</title><content type='html'>Es quizas siguiendo inconscientemente esta premisa como surgió "Topografías del alma". Muchas veces uno vive la fantasía del amor proyectándola en personalidades inexistentes; cuando uno se enamora del fantasma surge el poema, cuando uno se enamora del ser real canaliza todo ese caudal de pasión y ternura en la vivencia cotidiana sin necesidad de recurrir a la ensoñación poética.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el amor sincero llega ya no hay más sufrimientos que sanar, ni más deseos que anhelar... el amor no duele, el amor reconforta; el amor no genera verguenzas, dignifica; no produce llanto, sino felicidad; no brota la duda, sino la confianza; no se siente como algo inalcanzable y prohibido, sino como una bendición de admiración y hormigueo mutuo. La mirada se enciende porque mira al ser real, ya no permanece lejana y nostálgica... sonrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;és cursi a morir, però ho havia de posar, a veure si ens queda clar, d'una vegada, a tots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5374866062333937393?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5374866062333937393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5374866062333937393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/08/continuem.html' title='continuem...'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6516196957882644356</id><published>2010-08-26T13:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:56:33.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>emoción y poesía</title><content type='html'>Una emoción grande es demasiado egoísta; absorve para sí misma toda la sangre del espíritu, y la congestión deja las manos demasiado frías para escribir. Tres especises de emociones producen gran poesía - emociones fuertes y profundas al ser recordadas mucho tiempo después, y emociones falsas, es decir, emociones sentidas en el intelecto. No la insinceridad, pero sí, una sinceridad traducida, es la base de todo el arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(curiosament acabo de llegir això)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6516196957882644356?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6516196957882644356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6516196957882644356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/08/emocion-y-poesia.html' title='emoción y poesía'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6855914841000277409</id><published>2010-08-26T13:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:44:09.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Com</title><content type='html'>m'agrada anar desclicant a la gent que no conec al apartat personas que quizás conozcas del facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com si fossin marcianitus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6855914841000277409?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6855914841000277409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6855914841000277409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/08/com.html' title='Com'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4597691271947047089</id><published>2010-08-26T13:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T13:14:29.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No és que</title><content type='html'>no tingui res a dir, no,&lt;br /&gt;no és que no m'avorreixi, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És només que no em surt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4597691271947047089?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4597691271947047089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4597691271947047089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-es-que.html' title='No és que'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5156286783684152725</id><published>2010-07-19T08:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:39:34.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sip my ocean, Pipilotti Rist, Fundacio Miro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="260" height="195" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=430e6edbe9&amp;photo_id=4805952156&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=430e6edbe9&amp;photo_id=4805952156&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" height="195" width="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lori_an/4805952156/"&gt;Sip my ocean, Pipilotti Rist, Fundacio Miro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lori_an/"&gt;lori_an&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La felicidad era esto.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5156286783684152725?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5156286783684152725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5156286783684152725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/07/sip-my-ocean-pipilotti-rist-fundacio_5079.html' title='Sip my ocean, Pipilotti Rist, Fundacio Miro'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2842716095261682114</id><published>2010-07-16T14:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T14:26:08.765+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where</title><content type='html'>is the forward button?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2842716095261682114?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2842716095261682114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2842716095261682114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/07/where.html' title='Where'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5888515376605955033</id><published>2010-06-28T12:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:08:10.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ups...</title><content type='html'>Studies show that falling in love decreases men's testosterone levels while increasing women's testosterone levels. It is speculated that these changes in testosterone result in the temporary reduction of differences in behavior between the sexes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5888515376605955033?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5888515376605955033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5888515376605955033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/06/ups.html' title='ups...'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-915301475252448101</id><published>2010-06-25T12:03:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:18:41.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Todavía</title><content type='html'>no te has dado cuenta que cuando me insultas te insultas a ti mismo? ¿Que cuando me desprecias te desprecias a ti mismo? ¿Que cuando me odias te odias a ti mismo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que cuando me quieres te quieres a ti mismo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que poco tengo que ver yo con todo esto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-915301475252448101?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/915301475252448101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/915301475252448101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/06/todavia.html' title='¿Todavía'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2314127028248507795</id><published>2010-06-25T12:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:15:53.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si no eres tú</title><content type='html'>quiero a alguien como tú.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2314127028248507795?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2314127028248507795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2314127028248507795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-no-eres-tu.html' title='Si no eres tú'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-1707923696308999729</id><published>2010-06-18T08:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:49:05.447+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Del tingo</title><content type='html'>al tango.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-1707923696308999729?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1707923696308999729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1707923696308999729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/06/del-tingo.html' title='Del tingo'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-8669954687944239019</id><published>2010-06-06T10:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:02:42.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y la peonza,</title><content type='html'>al final, se cae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-8669954687944239019?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8669954687944239019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8669954687944239019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/06/y-la-peonza.html' title='Y la peonza,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5840446563281111234</id><published>2010-06-05T16:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:34:45.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta clar</title><content type='html'>que els que somiem durant el dia, no somiem durant la nit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5840446563281111234?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5840446563281111234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5840446563281111234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/06/esta-clar.html' title='Esta clar'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4433543725123593115</id><published>2010-05-19T13:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:21:07.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>y hoy,</title><content type='html'>precisamente, me aburro mogollón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosament, he trobat en el blog espais tacats la mateixa cita d' Ajo, com som les dones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I com aquest blog es diu cortar y pegar, cortoypego del blog de l' Elena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viure sense tu&lt;br /&gt;Dolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba, punt i principi de viure sense tu. Jo no sabia que també me donaries manuals de geografia, cent dillunsos a un dibuix. Jo què sabia d'alens que se trobaven, de cabells que s'embullaven, de mans i de perfums. Dolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba, punt i principi de viure sense tu. Jo no sabia que en sa nit me tastaries, eren gustos que nedaven entre boques i racons. Jo no sabia que després me mataria sa teva mirada que plora i diu que no. I arriba un dia que sa vida és un teatre que se diu felicitat, primavera i trinaranjus amb qui més has estimat, te regal sa meva vida i sense tu ja no me val. I s'horabaixa la deixam passar i me mires tan a prop que me fa mal, que surt es sol i encara plou, que t'estim massa i massa poc, que no sé com ho hem d'arreglar, que som amics, que som amants. Dolça besada, té gust de que s'acaba, punt i principi de viure sense tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just aquest matí l'escoltava, just avui veuré l'Oliver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4433543725123593115?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4433543725123593115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4433543725123593115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/05/y-hoy.html' title='y hoy,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-14580818528680757</id><published>2010-05-16T15:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:05:00.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El día</title><content type='html'>que las mujeres dejemos de enamorarnos como perras, nos aburriremos como ostras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-14580818528680757?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/14580818528680757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/14580818528680757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/05/el-dia.html' title='El día'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6268330309277040000</id><published>2010-05-01T11:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:55:10.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>frio</title><content type='html'>en los antebrazos&lt;br /&gt;(y casi en las rodillas)&lt;br /&gt;calor en la nuca&lt;br /&gt;y dolor en la tripa&lt;br /&gt;frio en los antebrazos&lt;br /&gt;y purpurina en el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;(si, purpurina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava escrivint aixo quan de sobte l'estanteria horrible que vaig comprar a l'ikea fa uns mesos ha caigut estrepitosament, deixant un escampall de llibres per tot.&lt;br /&gt;Aixeca't del llit, deixa de fer l'imbecil.&lt;br /&gt;M'he dit.&lt;br /&gt;No tinc febre, pero em fa mal tot.&lt;br /&gt;L'estanteria la tirare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6268330309277040000?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6268330309277040000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6268330309277040000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/05/frio.html' title='frio'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-784541264169751002</id><published>2010-04-26T01:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T01:06:47.175+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Nada</title><content type='html'>importante se hizo sin entusiasmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dublinesca&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Vila-Matas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-784541264169751002?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/784541264169751002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/784541264169751002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/04/nada.html' title='¡Nada'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4932875217040391289</id><published>2010-04-17T10:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T10:21:04.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Empatia</title><content type='html'>Ponerse en la piel, y si es suave mejor, del otro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4932875217040391289?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4932875217040391289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4932875217040391289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/04/empatia.html' title='Empatia'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6422291426220114983</id><published>2010-04-13T13:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:20:10.998+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No es más feliz</title><content type='html'>quien más tiene, sino el que menos necesita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Això ja ho deia el meu avi, quanta raó tenia el bon home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6422291426220114983?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6422291426220114983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6422291426220114983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-es-mas-feliz.html' title='No es más feliz'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-9064071854660252253</id><published>2010-04-13T13:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:04:11.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De la inseguretat</title><content type='html'>surt la creativitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Això deia en Balagueró l'altre dia, aprofitem-la, doncs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-9064071854660252253?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/9064071854660252253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/9064071854660252253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-la-inseguretat.html' title='De la inseguretat'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7314738260606953796</id><published>2010-04-13T12:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:57:25.545+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De todo lo posible</title><content type='html'>lo mejor es lo que ocurre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(porque es real)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7314738260606953796?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7314738260606953796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7314738260606953796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-todo-lo-posible.html' title='De todo lo posible'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-1773255158280446582</id><published>2010-04-13T12:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:49:00.929+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No jutgis</title><content type='html'>el que no entens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És un dels millors consells que m'han donat mai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-1773255158280446582?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1773255158280446582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/1773255158280446582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-jutgis.html' title='No jutgis'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-8450172032575707881</id><published>2010-04-13T08:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:55:46.022+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A partir d'ara</title><content type='html'>només penso escoltar en Morrissey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ho he dit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-8450172032575707881?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8450172032575707881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8450172032575707881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/04/partir-dara.html' title='A partir d&apos;ara'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-3014861836526819533</id><published>2010-04-01T09:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:00:45.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Es poden fer les coses pitjor?</title><content type='html'>No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-3014861836526819533?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3014861836526819533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3014861836526819533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/04/es-poden-fer-les-coses-pitjor.html' title='Es poden fer les coses pitjor?'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7828044626918064968</id><published>2010-04-01T09:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:14:29.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>via Bendito Atraso</title><content type='html'>Don't be afraid of being emotional. You won't die of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Osborne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nou blog de Kiko Amat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7828044626918064968?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7828044626918064968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7828044626918064968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/04/via-bendito-atraso.html' title='via Bendito Atraso'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-109931149104072013</id><published>2010-03-31T14:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:34:36.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Una buena noticia</title><content type='html'>La gente curiosa no se deprime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-109931149104072013?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/109931149104072013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/109931149104072013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/03/una-buena-noticia.html' title='Una buena noticia'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7524075085889201606</id><published>2010-03-28T19:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:49:39.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Actitud.</title><content type='html'>Todo esta en la actitud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7524075085889201606?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7524075085889201606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7524075085889201606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/03/actitud.html' title='Actitud.'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-3702718789502076613</id><published>2010-03-16T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:28:34.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Las grandes intimidades</title><content type='html'>traen gigantescos alejamientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firmin&lt;br /&gt;Sam Savage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-3702718789502076613?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3702718789502076613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3702718789502076613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/03/las-grandes-intimidades.html' title='Las grandes intimidades'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6950450372934923626</id><published>2010-03-13T12:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:33:47.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un home sense patria</title><content type='html'>Les arts no son una manera de guanyar-se la vida. Son una manera molt humana de fer la vida mes tolerable. Practicar un art, tant se val si be o malament es una manera de fer creixer l'anima, per l'amor de Deu, canteu a la dutxa, balleu mentre sentiu la radio. Expliqeu histories. Escriviu un poema a un amic,&lt;strong&gt; encara que sigui un poema penos&lt;/strong&gt;. Feu-ho tan be com pugeu. Obtindreu una recompensa enorme. Haureu creat alguna cosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Som al mon per perdre el temps. Que ningu us convenci d'una altra cosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escoltant en Quimi Portet, homes i dones del cap dret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6950450372934923626?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6950450372934923626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6950450372934923626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/03/un-home-sense-patria.html' title='Un home sense patria'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4168520544482017834</id><published>2010-03-13T12:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:27:14.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ara puc copiar, pero no pegar (tampoc cortar)</title><content type='html'>els accents continuen sense apareixer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4168520544482017834?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4168520544482017834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4168520544482017834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/03/ara-puc-copiar-pero-no-pegar-tampoc.html' title='ara puc copiar, pero no pegar (tampoc cortar)'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2363140024738552343</id><published>2010-03-13T11:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:16:38.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pero al mismo tiempo</title><content type='html'>que intentamos explorar y aprender, deseamos que todo siga misterioso e inexpugnable, que la tierra y el mar sean infinitamente salvajes, ariscos e insondables, puesto que en realidad tal son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walden de Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es curios com alguns dels meus llibres preferits me'ls ha recomanat el meu germa, a qui no li agrada llegir gaire (ara mes, i me n'alegro!), El arbol de la ciencia, Pio Baroja, La sombra del cipres es alargda, Delibes, Nada, Laforet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aquesta cita tambe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2363140024738552343?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2363140024738552343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2363140024738552343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/03/pero-al-mismo-tiempo.html' title='Pero al mismo tiempo'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6591828470729139281</id><published>2010-02-25T08:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:24:54.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy</title><content type='html'>es el segundo día del resto de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda July&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6591828470729139281?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6591828470729139281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6591828470729139281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoy.html' title='Hoy'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-7326907903596885370</id><published>2010-02-24T21:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:29:44.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada</title><content type='html'>muerte es una leccion de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(del mismo de abajo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-7326907903596885370?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7326907903596885370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/7326907903596885370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/02/cada.html' title='Cada'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6970437477457269</id><published>2010-02-15T08:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:25:31.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos los días</title><content type='html'>nos cambia la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrés Neuman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6970437477457269?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6970437477457269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6970437477457269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/02/todos-los-dias.html' title='Todos los días'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-2766853707525319946</id><published>2010-02-09T12:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T12:50:33.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted someone to enter my life</title><content type='html'>like a bird that comes into a kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gurb song&lt;br /&gt;migala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-2766853707525319946?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2766853707525319946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/2766853707525319946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanted-someone-to-enter-my-life.html' title='I wanted someone to enter my life'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-3013031682229796039</id><published>2010-01-30T12:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:38:53.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>el microrrelato</title><content type='html'>Es un golpe seco. Una bofetada maternal que te pilla de improviso. Tambien un beso fugaz. El que nunca esperaste. Como esa mirada en el metro, casi de soslayo. Una mirada que solo dura un par de segundos, pero que vale como una historia de amor eterna. Porque te impacta, te conmociona, te noquea. A veces para dejarte aterrado; otras, para quedarte con la mas deliciosa de las sensaciones. Todo esto es el microrrelato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula Corroto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m'he quedat sense accents&lt;br /&gt;tambe m'he quedat sense l'opcio corta y pega&lt;br /&gt;tot aixo es simptomatic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-3013031682229796039?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3013031682229796039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3013031682229796039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/01/el-microrrelato.html' title='el microrrelato'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-3149398951416229156</id><published>2010-01-30T11:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:29:20.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>esto</title><content type='html'>no es ficcion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-3149398951416229156?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3149398951416229156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3149398951416229156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/01/esto.html' title='esto'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6897600580499158318</id><published>2010-01-22T19:49:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:28:46.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I vaig pensar que</title><content type='html'>m'hagues agradat pintar aquell moment, jo que no sé pintar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6897600580499158318?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6897600580499158318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6897600580499158318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-mhagues-agradat.html' title='I vaig pensar que'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-3618842325306241347</id><published>2010-01-10T22:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:03:19.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De mí hay poco que contar.</title><content type='html'>Aparte de algunos amoríos, mi corazón jamás ha pertenecido a las personas, sino únicamente a la naturaleza y a los libros. Adoro a los antiguos novelistas italianos y a los románticos alemanes, pero estimo aún más las ciudades de Italia y, mucho más que todo eso, amo las montañas, los ríos, los desfiladeros, el mar, el cielo, las nubes, las flores, los árboles y los animales. Andar, remar, nadar y pescar están para mí por encima de todo. Sólo que no practico nada de eso como deportista, sino como un soñador, como un ser holgazán y fantasioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herman Hesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-3618842325306241347?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3618842325306241347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3618842325306241347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-mi-hay-poco-que-contar.html' title='De mí hay poco que contar.'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6852600791779863558</id><published>2010-01-10T22:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:42:23.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sé</title><content type='html'>que por muy frenéticamente que baile la peonza, ésta en algún momento cae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefan Zweig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6852600791779863558?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6852600791779863558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6852600791779863558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/01/se.html' title='Sé'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5371039678471068241</id><published>2010-01-06T23:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:45:01.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'única</title><content type='html'>droga que no et mata, encara que et faci emmalaltir, l'únic efluvi etílic que no et fa perdre els sentits ni et fa malbé el fetge, l'únic amor que no fa fàstic és la bona literatura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montserrat Roig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5371039678471068241?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5371039678471068241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5371039678471068241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2010/01/lunica.html' title='L&apos;única'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-5146121994277152347</id><published>2009-11-27T17:41:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:09:45.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>la veritat</title><content type='html'>és que no sé perquè em poso llàgrimes artificials&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-5146121994277152347?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5146121994277152347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/5146121994277152347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-veritat.html' title='la veritat'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-6123554910530520040</id><published>2009-11-14T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:25:15.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i Einstein va dir:</title><content type='html'>sólo vivir para los demás da sentido a existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tenia raó&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-6123554910530520040?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6123554910530520040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/6123554910530520040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-einstein-va-dir.html' title='i Einstein va dir:'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-3657551443110903525</id><published>2009-11-10T21:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:04:23.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'>darrera</title><content type='html'>d'un cínic sempre hi ha un hipersensible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felicitats, Beigbeder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-3657551443110903525?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3657551443110903525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/3657551443110903525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2009/11/darrera.html' title='darrera'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-265662837004759767</id><published>2009-11-05T21:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:19:51.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vale</title><content type='html'>que el vídeo es de Ceci y de Guillermina, pero me encanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dibafestival.com/dibaexpress/detalle-films/418"&gt;http://www.dibafestival.com/dibaexpress/detalle-films/418&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clica-li&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-265662837004759767?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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Porque, según el propio autor, es un hombre perezoso, y para escribir de forma continuada un texto con sentido, se necesita ser un hombre activo. Considera que es casi un absurdo escribir en forma de aforismo, pero es más fácil (escuchas una frase, creas un pensamiento breve en un momento de inspiración, y lo escribes). Sin más. Desarrollar algo extensamente es una frivolidad. Recomienda el autor que no leamos su libro de un tirón, sino poco a poco, de noche preferiblemente, y sobre todo en momentos de pena o hastío. Porque es en esa situación cuando necesitamos que un simple pensamiento nos libere. Al fin y al cabo, un aforismo es algo discontinuo, un pensamiento instantáneo, que si bien no encierra mucho de verdad, si puede contener algo de futuro. Podemos encontrar un aforismo que afirme un acontecimiento y en la página siguiente otro que niegue eso mismo; y en realidad ninguno vale más que otro, sino que pertenecen a momentos distintos. Cioran no pretende ofrecer verdades absolutas, sino que nos lanza sus aforismos como si fuesen bofetadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-8177683507051224196?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8177683507051224196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8177683507051224196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2009/10/cioran.html' title='Cioran'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-4366772041404530913</id><published>2009-10-07T21:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:51:55.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the best</title><content type='html'>is yet to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-4366772041404530913?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4366772041404530913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/4366772041404530913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2009/10/best.html' title='the best'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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-22437924.post-8959126627841200834</id><published>2009-09-22T23:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:37:57.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡ay,</title><content type='html'>qué pereza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22437924-8959126627841200834?l=cortoypego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8959126627841200834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22437924/posts/default/8959126627841200834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cortoypego.blogspot.com/2009/09/ay.html' title='¡ay,'/><author><name>lorian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13104761513317049781</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>
