<?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-30392638</id><updated>2011-04-30T15:58:17.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I wanna be your dog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115582746856978888</id><published>2006-08-17T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:36:55.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Maestro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/leonardcohen_2006_240x180.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/leonardcohen_2006_240x180.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teachers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met a woman long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her hair the black that black can go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you a teacher of the heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soft she answered no. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met a girl across the sea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her hair the gold that gold can be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you a teacher of the heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, but not for thee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met a man who lost his mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in some lost place I had to find,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;follow me the wise man said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he walked behind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked into a hospital&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where none was sick and none was well,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when at night the nurses left&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could not walk at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning came and then came noon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dinner time a scalpel blade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lay beside my silver spoon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some girls wander by mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;into the mess that scalpels make.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you the teachers of my heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We teach old hearts to break. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One morning I woke up alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the hospital and the nurses gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I carved enough my Lord?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Child, you are a bone. I ate and ate and ate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no I did not miss a plate, well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much do these suppers cost?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll take it out in hate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent my hatred everyplace,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on every work on every face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone gave me wishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I wished for an embrace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Several girls embraced me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thenI was embraced by men,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is my passion perfect?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, do it once again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was handsome I was strong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knew the words of every song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did my singing please you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, the words you sang were wrong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedicado al Sr Bq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115582746856978888?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115582746856978888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115582746856978888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115582746856978888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115582746856978888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiero-ser-tu-maestro_17.html' title='Quiero ser tu Maestro!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115576394451247441</id><published>2006-08-16T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:35:14.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Sirena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/Sirene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/Sirene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La sirène du Mississipi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;François Truffaut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;con Jean-Paul Belmondo y Catherine Deneuve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En italiano se llama&lt;em&gt; La mia droga si chiama Julie.&lt;/em&gt; Julie es Chaterine, que conoce a Belmondo por un aviso en el diario. Belmondo buscaba una esposa, amable, modestamente bella, previsible. En lugar llega Catherine, de naturaleza mitologica, mitad mujer, mitad engaño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Le miente, lo engaña, lo estafa, le roba, lo abandona, lo envenena , y lo enamora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;François Truffaut &lt;/strong&gt;dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los hombres detestan también 'La piel suave' y 'La sirena del Mississipi' porque dicen que la mujer es mucho más fuerte que el hombre y creen un error mostrar a Belmondo tan débil. Son hombres que tienen miedo, que son cobardes, que son más débiles que las mujeres. Yo veo así a los hombres, y los hombres lo detestan. Quieren ver a alguien que se les parezca, pero que sea mejor que ellos. (...) La mujer domina siempre la situación; domina antes, durante y después. Y también cuando una mujer cambia de amor, su reacción es muy bonita, porque la mujer que ha dejado de amar detesta su vida anterior, y aunque él se tire por la ventana es igual; ya no tiene corazón, no siente nada. Si el otro la quiere, ella hace sus maletas y se va con él. Una mujer sabe partir. El hombre no. Tiene todavía un pie dentro, otro fuera, está preocupado, se pasea... ¿Por qué? Porque es social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En mi cine vuelve la idea de la mujer mágica. En 'La noche americana' un personaje pregunta tres veces si las mujeres son mágicas y recibe tres respuestas diferentes. Esta idea de la mujer ángel es machista, cierto, pero como dice Malraux, los hombres han idealizado a la mujer tanto tiempo que privarles de pronto de esta aureola sería un poco triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115576394451247441?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115576394451247441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115576394451247441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115576394451247441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115576394451247441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiero-ser-tu-sirena.html' title='Quiero ser tu Sirena!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115565846866012736</id><published>2006-08-15T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T06:47:08.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Cazador!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/nabokov2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/nabokov2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mis placeres son los más intensos que pueda conocer el hombre: la escritura y la caza de mariposas&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabokov detestaba la televisión pero un periodista francés y obstinado logró persuadirlo.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Detesto la improvisación&lt;/em&gt;", explicó Nabokov.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Nunca he dicho ni diez palabras a mis alumnos o en público, que no hayan sido pensadas y escritas de antemano&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Bueno&lt;/em&gt; -ofreció Pívot, el periodista- &lt;em&gt;lo que no hice con nadie, lo haré con usted: le pasaré una lista de mis preguntas&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Contestaré por escrito mis respuestas&lt;/em&gt;", replicó Nabokov.&lt;br /&gt;"I&lt;em&gt;mposible&lt;/em&gt;", dijo Pivot.&lt;br /&gt;La respuesta del escritor fue concluyente: "&lt;em&gt;Arréglese entonces para instalar delante de mí un escritorio con una muralla de libros que oculten mi texto al público. Soy un experto en el arte de hacer creer que no leo verdaderamente e incluso, en algún momento, puedo mirar el té como buscando mi inspiración&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Así se hizo.&lt;br /&gt;Nabokov pidió que pusieran delante de él una tetera, llena de whisky.&lt;br /&gt;De vez en cuando, se podía oír a Pivot decir: "&lt;em&gt;Señor Nabokov, ¿le sirvo un poco más de té&lt;/em&gt;?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabokov's interview. (03) Playboy [1964]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fragmento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been psychoanalyzed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I been&lt;/em&gt; what?&lt;br /&gt;Subjected to psychoanalytical examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why, good God?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to see how it is done. Some critics have felt that your barbed comments about the fashionability of Freudianism, as practiced by American analysts, suggest acontempt based upon familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bookish familiarity only. The ordeal itself is much too silly and disgusting to be contemplated even as a joke. Freudism and all it has tainted with its grotesque implications and methods appears to me to be one of the vilest deceits practiced by people on themselves and on others&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I reject itutterly, along with a few other medieval items still adored by the ignorant, the conventional, or the very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115565846866012736?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115565846866012736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115565846866012736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115565846866012736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115565846866012736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiero-ser-tu-cazador.html' title='Quiero ser tu Cazador!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115556534547347147</id><published>2006-08-14T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:15:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Amante Despechada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/bresson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/bresson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Les Dames du Bois de Boulogne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Bresson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1945&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0143018/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hélène&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;María Casares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0076350/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Paul Bernard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Una mujer de sociedad descubre que su amante ha perdido interés en ella. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ella no lo soporta y le presenta a una fulana, el se enamora y se casa. Al final la amante despechada cuenta su horrible venganza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0113538"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0143018/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hélène&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: &lt;em&gt;You've married a tramp. She was a cabaret dancer. You've played a trick on me and now I've played one on you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0076350/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: &lt;em&gt;You?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0143018/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hélène&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Yes, me. You don't seem to realize where a woman's scorn can lead. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0076350/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;You?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0143018/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hélène&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:&lt;em&gt; Don't be absurd. You've married a tramp. Now you must face the consequences. You're suddenly so sentimental&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0076350/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: &lt;em&gt;You're horrid! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0143018/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hélène&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:&lt;em&gt; Since your marriage seems to mean so much to you, you mustn't run off. Return to Agnès' side. You won't be the only one to console her. All her lovers are inside. And there are plenty of them! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115556534547347147?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115556534547347147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115556534547347147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115556534547347147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115556534547347147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiero-ser-tu-amante-despechada.html' title='Quiero ser tu Amante Despechada!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115516041260346139</id><published>2006-08-09T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T06:58:30.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Chongo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/joe_dallesandro01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/joe_dallesandro01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe Dallesandro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the 10 most beautiful men Scavullo said he ever photographed. The "Little Joe" of Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side." The Valentino of the Underground. The crotch on the Sticky Fingers album cover. The only guy at the party willing to return a punch from Norman Mailer. The actor whose performance made George Cukor understand what it meant to be a drug addict. The beauty wily enough to catch a fainting Tennessee Williams and then get out of the hotel bedroom while the going was good.&lt;br /&gt;The naked guy in those Andy Warhol movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115516041260346139?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115516041260346139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115516041260346139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115516041260346139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115516041260346139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiero-ser-tu-chongo.html' title='Quiero ser tu Chongo!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115504842541764151</id><published>2006-08-08T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T07:47:05.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/asia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/asia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asia Argento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115504842541764151?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115504842541764151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115504842541764151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115504842541764151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115504842541764151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiero-ser-tu-ya.html' title='Quiero ser tu Ya!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115469757950191051</id><published>2006-08-04T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T06:24:04.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Perdición!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/bittermoon20x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/bittermoon20x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/biitermoon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitter Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Roman Polanski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115469757950191051?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115469757950191051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115469757950191051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115469757950191051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115469757950191051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiero-ser-tu-perdicin.html' title='Quiero ser tu Perdición!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115452732618064882</id><published>2006-08-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:56:48.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Hechizo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/jade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/jade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The curse of Jade Scorpion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Constantinopla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Madagascar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la excusa del hechizo, para robar y enamorarse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellos son compañeros en una oficina de seguros y se odian.&lt;br /&gt;Pero bajo el hechizo del malvado mago ellos caen enamorados.&lt;br /&gt;Al final, él parece que se entusiasmo con su compañera, más allá del hechizo?&lt;br /&gt;Y cree que sólo puede conseguir la atención de su compañera a través del hechizo,&lt;br /&gt;Lo consigue&lt;br /&gt;Lo que él no sabe es que ella usa el hechizo como licencia&lt;br /&gt;Porque ya hace rato que el hechizo no produce efecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115452732618064882?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115452732618064882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115452732618064882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115452732618064882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115452732618064882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiero-ser-tu-hechizo.html' title='Quiero ser tu Hechizo!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115446852926836798</id><published>2006-08-01T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:42:09.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Azafata!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/2046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/maggie88.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2046&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wong Kar Wi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where everything ends... and begins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hay una escena que siempre me gusto muchísimo&lt;br /&gt;hay una parte futurista en la peli&lt;br /&gt;es un tren que viaja al futuro&lt;br /&gt;allí hay unas "azafatas"?&lt;br /&gt;imaginate superlindas&lt;br /&gt;y los que viajan&lt;br /&gt;se enamoran o corren el riesgo de enamorarse&lt;br /&gt;de ellas&lt;br /&gt;pero ellas , que tienen sentimientos, actúan de una manera muy extraña&lt;br /&gt;sienten pero no reaccionan&lt;br /&gt;a los sentimientos de otro&lt;br /&gt;o repentinamente sienten en un momento inesperado&lt;br /&gt;lo que se sabe después es que&lt;br /&gt;por algo así como "fatiga de material"&lt;br /&gt;ellas sienten pero en diferido&lt;br /&gt;los sentimientos llegan a ellas pero tarde&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;a veces demasiado tarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por eso actúan todo el tiempo desfasadas de la situación"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;/dedicado a Mr P., graxss/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115446852926836798?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115446852926836798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115446852926836798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115446852926836798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115446852926836798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiero-ser-tu-azafata.html' title='Quiero ser tu Azafata!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115435617349903960</id><published>2006-07-31T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:53:48.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Madre Punk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/nina1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/nina1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nina Hagen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prima Nina In Ekstasy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love myself and I know who I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you be afraid, doc &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a Queen of Punkrock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is Nina Prima Ballerina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I´m a Queen of Punkrock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the mother of punk so what the funk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in ekstasy, wanna jump down my balcony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in heavenly agony, wanna fulfill my destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you tell me stories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for your worries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you be so sleazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't you take it easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And not so fanatic boy, you get so fanatic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You little cutie penguin ach du lieber Augustin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is Nina ich bin ein Berliner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the motherof punk so what the funk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115435617349903960?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115435617349903960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115435617349903960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115435617349903960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115435617349903960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-madre-punk.html' title='Quiero ser tu Madre Punk!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115409631592262402</id><published>2006-07-28T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:18:35.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Sueño!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/thedreamerspic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/thedreamerspic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Dreamers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/thedreamerspic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115409631592262402?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115409631592262402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115409631592262402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115409631592262402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115409631592262402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-sueo.html' title='Quiero ser tu Sueño!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115402268278025040</id><published>2006-07-27T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:51:22.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Idolo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/sonic_youth_rock_en_seine_sjarry4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/sonic_youth_rock_en_seine_sjarry4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kim Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonic Youth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kill yr Idols&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you wann' impress Christgau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahh let&lt;br /&gt;that shit die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and find out the new goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kill yr. idols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sonic&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and confusion is sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;kill yr. idols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sonic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and confusion is sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115402268278025040?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115402268278025040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115402268278025040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115402268278025040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115402268278025040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-idolo.html' title='Quiero ser tu Idolo !'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115392453554213876</id><published>2006-07-26T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:43:47.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser to Objetivo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/autofocus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/autofocus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auto Focus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Schrader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greg Kinnear  y Willem Dafoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A day without sex is a day wasted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115392453554213876?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115392453554213876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115392453554213876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115392453554213876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115392453554213876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-to-objetivo.html' title='Quiero ser to Objetivo!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115375477023833674</id><published>2006-07-24T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T08:26:10.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Ocaso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/visconti.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/visconti.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luchino Visconti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115375477023833674?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115375477023833674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115375477023833674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115375477023833674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115375477023833674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-ocaso.html' title='Quiero ser tu Ocaso!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115349319481602543</id><published>2006-07-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:41:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Santo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/boondocksaints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/boondocksaints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boondock Saints&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Troy Duffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Una pelicula épica y ridícula sobre la justicia divina en manos de dos muchachos irlandeses, católicos devotos, seductores y aprentemente abstemios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Su misión: VERITAS ET AEQUITAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Y un excéntrico agente gay del FBI (Willem Defoe) que no está muy convencido de atraparlos o unirseles. Entra en la escena del crimen vestido de mujer y es genial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now you will receive us. We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry, we do not want your tired and sick, it is your corrupt we claim, it is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood 'til it rains down from the skies. Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace. These are not polite suggestions. These are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over into true corruption, into our domain, for if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day, you will reap it, and we will send you to whatever god you wish.... And shepherds we shall be, for thee my lord for thee. Power hast descended forth from thy hand, so that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. And we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. Il nomine patri, et filli, spiritus sancti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115349319481602543?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115349319481602543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115349319481602543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115349319481602543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115349319481602543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-santo.html' title='Quiero ser tu Santo!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115340502002486290</id><published>2006-07-20T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:16:11.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Candidata!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/audition7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/audition7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/audition5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Audition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Takashi Miike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es la historia de un hombre que teme que el ángel  encontrado sea el demonio de su salvaje imaginación.&lt;br /&gt;O es la historia del terror de un hombre que puede amar al ángel que creyó encontrar aún siendo éste un demonio .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115340502002486290?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115340502002486290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115340502002486290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115340502002486290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115340502002486290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-candidata.html' title='Quiero ser tu Candidata!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115325320759777753</id><published>2006-07-18T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T13:06:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Droga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/moss82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/moss82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yonki,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;millonaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;adicta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate&lt;/strong&gt; wonder &lt;strong&gt;Moss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;en una fiesta se levantó y dirigiendose a los demás invitados preguntó:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"quién de ustedes se va a acostar conmigo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115325320759777753?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115325320759777753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115325320759777753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115325320759777753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115325320759777753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-droga.html' title='Quiero ser tu Droga!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115281825385901300</id><published>2006-07-13T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T13:19:36.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Verano Infernal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/summersam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/summersam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.O.S.Summer of Sam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spike Lee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Durante el 77 , un asesino &lt;em&gt;son of sam&lt;/em&gt; aterraba New York, por eso y por un calor agobiante ese verano quedo grabado en la memoria. Este es el contexto de esta pelicula de Lee, que se trata de italianos, drogados, putos, tramposos y blancos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115281825385901300?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115281825385901300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115281825385901300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115281825385901300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115281825385901300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-verano-infernal.html' title='Quiero ser tu Verano Infernal!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115264276513130641</id><published>2006-07-11T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:32:45.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Equipo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/seleccion%20italaian2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/seleccion%20italaian2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La selección italiana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alemania 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;protagonistas de la nueva campaña de &lt;strong&gt;Dolce &amp; Gabbana&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Andrea Pirlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fabio Cannavaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gennaro Gattuso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gianluca Zambrotta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Manuele Blasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115264276513130641?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115264276513130641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115264276513130641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115264276513130641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115264276513130641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-equipo.html' title='Quiero ser tu Equipo!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115222306438268967</id><published>2006-07-06T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:57:44.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Peligro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/iggycollar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/iggycollar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gimme Danger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gimme danger little stranger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I feel with you at ease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gimme danger little stranger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I feel your disease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing in my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just some ugly memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kiss me like the ocean breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now if you will be my lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish you were insane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you can't be my master &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will do you anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing left alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But a pair of glassy eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Raise my feelings one more time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Find a little stranger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Say you're gonna feel my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;say gotta gimme danger wild little stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honey gonna feel my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Swear you gonna feel my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Swear you gonna feel my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gimme danger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE STOOGES-RAW POWER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115222306438268967?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115222306438268967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115222306438268967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115222306438268967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115222306438268967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-peligro.html' title='Quiero ser tu Peligro!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115213041674659860</id><published>2006-07-05T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:13:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu blanco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/vanesa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/vanesa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El lanzador de cuchillos y su blanco&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabor y Adele, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando ella estaba lista a arrojarse al Sena, el se aproxima y le dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vous avez l'air d'une fille qui va faire une connerie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La invita a ser la diana humana de su espectáculo,&lt;br /&gt;Él un lanzador sin punteria,&lt;br /&gt;Pero su suerte cambia&lt;br /&gt;Con Adele lanza sin mirar y  sin errar.&lt;br /&gt;El apego a la suerte y tantas cosas sin explicación&lt;br /&gt;en la escena del lanzamiento de los cuchillos:&lt;br /&gt;la sensualidad, la complicidad, la violencia , la dulzura, el miedo y el placer.&lt;br /&gt;Una historia de amor, sin nombre sin sexo ni declaración&lt;br /&gt;Sin besos fogosos ni heridas aparentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;la fille sur le pont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;director: Patrice Leconte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;adele: Vanessa Paradis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gabor: Daniel Auteuil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115213041674659860?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115213041674659860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115213041674659860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115213041674659860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115213041674659860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-blanco.html' title='Quiero ser tu blanco!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115202019081608216</id><published>2006-07-04T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:56:26.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu enfermedad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/Dorothyvallens2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/Dorothyvallens2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He put his disease in me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella una bella y misteriosa mujer / &lt;em&gt;Isabella Rossellini es Dorothy Vallens&lt;/em&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;él un violento y perverso hombre / &lt;em&gt;Dennis Hopper es Frank Booth&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;y un muchacho de suburbio que los espía / &lt;em&gt;Kyle MacLachlan es Jeffrey Beaumont&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David en su estado más pardo y fascinante: un auto en un descampado, Dennis aspirando su fármaco, una canción terrible, Isabella muerta de miedo y una puta fea bailando en el techo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El director es &lt;em&gt;David Lynch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt; : "And then, I'd always had a desire to sneak into a girl's apartment and watch her through the night. I had the idea that while I was doing this I'd see something which I'd later realize was the clue to a mystery. I think people are fascinated by that, by being able to see into a world they couldn't visit. That's the fantastic thing about cinema, everybody can be a voyeur. Voyeurism is a bit like watching television – go one step further and you want to start looking in on things that are really happening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue velvet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in my heart there'll always be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Precious and warm, a memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I still can see blue velvet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vocal by Bobby Vintonwritten by Bernie Wayne/Lee Morris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorothy Vallens&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank Booth&lt;/strong&gt;: Shut up! It's Daddy, you shithead! Where's my bourbon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeffrey Beaumont&lt;/strong&gt;: It's a strange world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank Booth&lt;/strong&gt;: You wanta go for a ride? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;effrey Beaumont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: No thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank Booth&lt;/strong&gt;: No thanks. What does that mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeffrey Beaumont&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't want to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank Booth&lt;/strong&gt;: Go where? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeffrey Beaumont&lt;/strong&gt;: On a ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank Booth&lt;/strong&gt;: A ride? Hell, that's a good idea. Okay, let's go. Hey, let's go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank Booth&lt;/strong&gt;: Suave! Goddamn you're one suave fucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorothy Vallens&lt;/strong&gt;: I have a part of you with me. You put your disease in me. It helps me. It makes me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank Booth&lt;/strong&gt;: Baby wants to fuck! Baby wants to fuck Blue Velvet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115202019081608216?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115202019081608216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115202019081608216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115202019081608216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115202019081608216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-enfermedad.html' title='Quiero ser tu enfermedad!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115193525392149865</id><published>2006-07-03T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:46:13.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Goleador!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/kaka2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/kaka2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAKá&lt;/strong&gt; nacido como Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite en Brasilia, es el representante mais gostoso de los Atletas de Cristo .&lt;br /&gt;Se destaca como mediocampista del Milan y de la selección brasilera, pero sus goles se los dedica a Jesús, ya q le debe una: en el 2000 haciendo diving board se fracturo la 6 vértebra, casi tuvo que dejar el fútbol.&lt;br /&gt;Se recuperó creyendo que Cristo se había encargado del asunto casi personalmente. En fin ahora usa un casaca con la leyenda: “Pertenezco a Jesús” y apunta con un dedo al cielo cada vez que la mete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Está orgulloso de haberse casado virgen al contrario del resto del las estrellas del fútbol mundial. Bueno los Atletas de Cristo son así, tienen una misión: difundir el evangelio a través del deporte. Alabado sea!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115193525392149865?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115193525392149865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115193525392149865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115193525392149865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115193525392149865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/07/quiero-ser-tu-goleador.html' title='Quiero ser tu Goleador!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115167593377129969</id><published>2006-06-30T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T06:58:53.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu Vampira !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/irmavep55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/320/irmavep55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Maggie Cheung being herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irma Vep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em&gt;del director francés Oliver Assayas autor también de Deamlover /un thriller sadista de espionaje corporativo/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maggie Cheung actuando de ella misma , es decir una actriz de Hong Kong con una importante trayectoria en belleza y karate. Es convocada justamente porque no habla una palabra en francés para hacer el papel de la muda de Musidora en una imposible remake de la serie de Louis Feuillade's, “Les Vampires”. // &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IRMA VEP es un anagrama de vampire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;La pelicula, el set, el equipo y el director resultan un desastre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maggie se compra un traje de látex en un sex shop para la Irma Vep que hace de Maggie Cheung. Por supuesto el traje le queda estelar y ya piensa en quedarselo después del rodaje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;La vestuarista está completamente de acuerdo y se rinde a sus encantos al ritmo de Bonnie and Clyde ( de S. Gainsbourg).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;El film es un desquicio y su escena más hermosa ocurre fuera de él. Maggie, haciendo por única vez de Irma Vep, entra en un solitario hotel y le roba un collar a una pasajera mientras ésta habla por teléfono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Luego la silenciosa punguista se escapa por los tejados de París.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115167593377129969?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115167593377129969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115167593377129969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115167593377129969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115167593377129969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/06/quiero-ser-tu-vampira.html' title='Quiero ser tu Vampira !'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30392638.post-115150661480741812</id><published>2006-06-28T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T08:52:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ser tu perra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/1600/sarli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2322/3259/400/sarli.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Yo soy la Coca y nada más”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel Sarli. Miss Argentina ’55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masiva, erótica dionisiaca&lt;br /&gt;Desbordante, fatal , rustica&lt;br /&gt;vulgar, ingenua&lt;br /&gt;moviestar&lt;br /&gt;Esplendorosa&lt;br /&gt;Salvaje ,&lt;br /&gt;Bella y popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corriendo hacia el agua o revolcándose en la arena con sus vestiditos&lt;br /&gt;Diseñados&lt;br /&gt;Por Paquito Jamandreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Todo es sexo hoy y así andamos”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no he hecho escándalo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo siempre me he llevado bien con todos, mirá. Yo no he hecho escándalo. El único escándalo que yo hice fue pegarle una cachetada a un cura. ¿Sabías eso? Alrededor del ‘74, ‘75, el Instituto de Cine hacía una fiesta en un lugar en la calle Parera, casi Quintana, un lugar de las tres armas, los militares, los marinos y la aviación. Entonces, Armando me dice “vamos a tener que ir, tenemos que hacer buena letra, Coca”. Vamos. Entonces, un amigo me dice “usted está triste, Isabel, venga que le voy a presentar al padre Zaffaroni que le va a dar consuelo por la muerte de su madre”. Bueno, me acerqué. Yo tenía un vestido muy lindo, soirée, con escote, y una estola de zorro blanca. Me acerco y me dice, con el dedo, por poco me lo mete entre las tetas: “¡Mire cómo anda! ¡No tendrá perdón de Dios!”. Me enceguecí, le di una cachetada a mano abierta y cayó sobre todos los sandwiches y las masitas. Para atrás cayó, qué te parece. Pero lo merecía, porque si no quiere ver un escote un cura para qué anda en una reunión así, de farándula, una reunión nocturna. El hizo eso porque estaba juzgándome por lo que yo había hecho en mi vida. Fue un escándalo, un lío total, porque en esa época él tenía la misa en Canal 11. Después, cuando yo caí enferma de la cabeza, me mandó una tarjetita... se ve que me había perdonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficción&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tenido mis accidentes, mucho frío en la nieve, en los lagos, vos no sabés en los lagos del sur los fríos que he pasado. Me sacaban desmayada, me querían echar coramina y no me podían ni abrir la boca. Y en Sabaleros, que me caía sobre residuos de cloacas de los desagües de la ciudad de Buenos Aires, me vino hepatitis, me vino todo. Armando dijo “uh, qué actriz que está la Coca”, y yo estaba echando espuma por la boca. Se estaba muriendo la Coca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;En el diario, la otra vez salieron las frases más recordadas del cine argentino, y hay una mía: “¿qué pretende usted de mí?” Qué pretende usted de mí y me estaban violando. Esa en Carne. Y después hay otra que es de Fuego, que digo (cambia la voz a tono de melodrama) “ay, tengo un fuego interior que me devora”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Fernando/CONFIG%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30392638-115150661480741812?l=beyourdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/feeds/115150661480741812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30392638&amp;postID=115150661480741812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115150661480741812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30392638/posts/default/115150661480741812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyourdog.blogspot.com/2006/06/quiero-ser-tu-perra.html' title='Quiero ser tu perra!'/><author><name>your dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15696095330383631478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
