tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86038004195007900142011-04-21T13:49:00.241-07:00murdermurdermurderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059254205909292263noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603800419500790014.post-47691833152098261212008-07-07T14:17:00.000-07:002008-07-07T14:49:34.798-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SHKMhiOgiWI/AAAAAAAAABg/UOf-bVU0gFs/s1600-h/watchme.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SHKMhiOgiWI/AAAAAAAAABg/UOf-bVU0gFs/s400/watchme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220389425827055970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">duocUC - Feria de diseño Joven. dEADdISCO</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><blockquote><br />Miro a tus ojos y yo puedo ver<br />la mentira crecer y crecer<br />no creo en tus ruegos<br />con sed de poder<br />tú finges justicia<br />y corrompes al fiel<br />el velo de engaños<br />tendrá que caer<br />si juegas con fuego<br />tu alma va a arder<br />uoi, uoi...<br />traficante, traficantes de fe...<br /><br /></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: right;">Gondwana - Traficantes de Fe<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603800419500790014-4769183315209826121?l=deaddiscoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>murdermurdermurderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059254205909292263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603800419500790014.post-84191019503416299402008-07-05T13:10:00.000-07:002008-07-05T14:22:37.035-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SG_VfEiuSiI/AAAAAAAAABY/rR4YUswRWKY/s1600-h/punrocker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SG_VfEiuSiI/AAAAAAAAABY/rR4YUswRWKY/s400/punrocker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219625222917736994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><blockquote>Te doy una canción<br />Y hago un discurso<br />Sobre mi derecho a hablar<br /><br />Te doy una canción<br />Con mis dos manos<br />Con las mismas de matar<br /><br />Te doy una canción<br />Y digo: Patria<br />Y sigo hablando para ti<br /><br />Te doy una canción<br />Como un disparo, como un libro<br />Una palabra, una guerrilla<br />Como doy el amor</blockquote></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Silvio Rodriguez - Te doy una Canción.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603800419500790014-8419101950341629940?l=deaddiscoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>murdermurdermurderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059254205909292263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603800419500790014.post-63606159188391573162008-06-30T11:37:00.000-07:002008-06-30T12:30:47.293-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SGkrGGy4YbI/AAAAAAAAABI/MecL6yn8VLE/s1600-h/Dscf5934.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SGkrGGy4YbI/AAAAAAAAABI/MecL6yn8VLE/s400/Dscf5934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217749027188662706" border="0" /></a><blockquote><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Su tío que era muy viejo, no le puso reparos y cuando llegó el habano forrado entero de café. "Dónde se metió Gabriel"- preguntó inquieto el habano -"Se fue con otros cigarros<br />a ver el río correr"<blockquote></blockquote> "No lo puedo creer. Eres muy mal ciudadano, pues tu sobrino y hermano tal vez nunca pueda volver"<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;">Los Tres - La Torre de Babel.<br /></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603800419500790014-6360615918839157316?l=deaddiscoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>murdermurdermurderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059254205909292263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603800419500790014.post-83863816705278616322008-06-27T00:04:00.000-07:002008-06-27T00:10:03.214-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SGSReBWpqEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ioFawJ9P64Y/s1600-h/deaddisco1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SGSReBWpqEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ioFawJ9P64Y/s320/deaddisco1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216454213347420226" border="0" /><blockquote>En las calles de Santiago... vive un cerdo un animal, una bestia indecorosa que da asco de nombrar. Vestido solo con su bata se pasea impaciente, esperando algunos piensa cosas indecentes.</blockquote></a><div style="text-align: right;">La Mano Ajena - Wewo<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603800419500790014-8386381670527861632?l=deaddiscoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>murdermurdermurderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059254205909292263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603800419500790014.post-53097870374851793562008-06-26T23:28:00.000-07:002008-06-26T23:35:16.042-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SGSJkxvRQGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vLMhXGqvDnk/s1600-h/deaddisco.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0NoufmzrI4c/SGSJkxvRQGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vLMhXGqvDnk/s320/deaddisco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216445533321773154" border="0" /><blockquote>La noche quiere vernos bailando, que mas importa que estar aqui... que sigue to'igual, to'igual, to'igual, tu no me estabas buscando... ni yo te estaba esperando, esperando.</blockquote></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Sonora de Llegar - Vicio.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603800419500790014-5309787037485179356?l=deaddiscoworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>murdermurdermurderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18059254205909292263noreply@blogger.com0