<?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-7776283734401378108</id><updated>2011-12-02T22:34:30.259-03:00</updated><category term='Fiskales ad hok'/><category term='lokurasincura'/><category term='Eric Clapton'/><category term='online kong'/><category term='cannabis'/><category term='carta abrierta'/><category term='pulp fiction download descarga'/><category term='milicos'/><category term='Exploited download'/><category term='Chiloé'/><category term='sex pistols'/><category term='puerto montt'/><category term='U de Chile'/><category term='Nicanor Parra'/><category term='Test'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='PAKOS'/><category 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necat'/><category term='totally exploited'/><category term='Flema'/><category term='2002'/><category term='Illya Kuryaki And The Valderramas'/><category term='volaos'/><category term='Lucifuge'/><category term='comunero mapuche asesinado'/><category term='cisnes'/><category term='cine'/><category term='paul morrison'/><category term='salidas futbol u de chile'/><category term='Social distortion'/><category term='Los peores de chile descarga'/><category term='Infernal affairs'/><category term='tinta roja libros'/><category term='30 años'/><title type='text'>Y ahora que pasa...</title><subtitle type='html'>Espacio para evadirse</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>....era un tipo raro, al estilo Duchampnunca le importó que la gente lo juzgara ni que lo intentaran sobornar por unas cuantas monedassolo le interesaba escribir, beber y fumar.Pero lo malo ocurrió justo aquel díaese 27 maldito en que el cielo se tiño de naranjoy bajo ese cielo de pelicula western, cayó un botellazoque le partió el cráneo y de paso le sacó un pedazo piela su cabellera color </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/995037602143280273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/995037602143280273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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El kilometraje marcaba 150, mientras la coca en la sangre parecía ir aun mas rápido en busca del rincón del cerebro que absorba </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5152648396968389070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5152648396968389070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2011/11/mientras-johny-escuchaba-los-divididos.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5730973498116365148</id><published>2011-10-30T12:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T12:02:37.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk Rock local</title><summary type='text'>
No entienden, por su forma de actuarDinero y dinero sin masLa tierra se pudre infertil kedaralas leyes a su medida estancorema y conama a comprarestado, al servicio empresarialantiguos boskes inundadosendesa españa esta meandola kultura del progresoel gobierno es tambien gobernadosakeo crisis medioambientalla flora y la fauna se vanen su escudo ya no tendran ke kolokarlarga lista de animalesen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5730973498116365148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5730973498116365148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2011/10/punk-rock-local.html' title='Punk Rock local'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J_w9QarwFr0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1549388829664610484</id><published>2011-08-31T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:35:23.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
No tengo tiempo de escribir, asi que por mientras una cancioncilla...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1549388829664610484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1549388829664610484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-tengo-tiempo-de-escribir-asi-que-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yDE0ocEYH4I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3859076585994193549</id><published>2011-07-23T01:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:28:44.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Chacarilla boys o de la amnesia chilena</title><summary type='text'>Por José Bengoa 
José BengoaNo hay peor enfermedad social que la falta de memoria histórica. Chile la sufre de modo agudo. El 9 de Julio de 1977 un grupo de 77 jóvenes nacionalistas de extrema derecha subió al cerro Chacarillas, al lado del San Cristóbal en el acto más fascista de todos los tiempos de la historia de este país.Emulaban a los 77 soldados de La Concepción en la Guerra con el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3859076585994193549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3859076585994193549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2011/07/los-chacarilla-boys-o-de-la-amnesia.html' title='Los Chacarilla boys o de la amnesia chilena'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-516377949318067108</id><published>2011-07-13T16:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T16:05:24.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RockandRoll</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/516377949318067108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/516377949318067108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2011/07/rockandroll.html' title='RockandRoll'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H7tPmiA9HcI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-9034459577185723462</id><published>2011-07-06T20:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:49:25.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya ni la musica responde. Debe ser porque ese invento de mierda del CD nunca prosperó, siempre fue un objeto desechable, como esas amistades que no sirven mas que para tomar un copete o para pedirte favores.
Ya nada puede parecer mas desmotivante.
La huea resulto ser bien simple. Las palabras de verdad se las llevo el viento y lo unico que queda ahora es buscar un sentido de porque hacer las </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/9034459577185723462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/9034459577185723462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2011/07/ya-ni-la-musica-responde.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-2823838765809506552</id><published>2011-07-06T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:38:22.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta que vivir valga la pena (M. duchamp)</title><summary type='text'>la tele y sus mierdas me deprimen
creo que solo sirve sacar la vuelta porque ni ganas de dormir tengo
entre todas esas vueltas, buscas algo motivante
piensas en reventar tus neuronas pero no se puede
mañana como hueon debes rendirle cuentas al sistema
al sistema que tu elegiste

si tan solo se pudiera retroceder el tiempo en unos 5 años atras
lo de hoy seria muy distinto
porque el camino tomado, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2823838765809506552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2823838765809506552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2011/07/hasta-que-vivir-valga-la-pena-m-duchamp.html' title='Hasta que vivir valga la pena (M. duchamp)'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1358198883531087833</id><published>2010-09-01T02:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:24:33.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAKOS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIN CUARTO MEDIO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DETENCION'/><title type='text'>NADA QUE DECIR MAS QUE.... PAKOS CULIAOS!!!</title><summary type='text'>






SIN COMENTARIOS ESTA WEA, LA POLICIA RESGUARDANDO EL "ORDEN Y PATRIA" DE SUS CIUDADANOS.

PD:DAN ASKO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1358198883531087833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1358198883531087833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/09/nada-que-decir-mas-que-pakos-culiaos.html' title='NADA QUE DECIR MAS QUE.... PAKOS CULIAOS!!!'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3334444036846745401</id><published>2010-08-27T02:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:32:41.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal gobierno / Faltan moneys</title><summary type='text'>



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3334444036846745401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3334444036846745401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/08/mal-gobierno-faltan-moneys.html' title='Mal gobierno / Faltan moneys'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7053070565687969581</id><published>2010-08-06T01:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:14:03.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7053070565687969581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7053070565687969581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/08/una-de-mis-frases-mas-resistidas-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6159896016228217206</id><published>2010-08-02T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:13:27.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erase una vez en America'/><title type='text'>Erase una vez en America</title><summary type='text'>´´


Muy buena película dirigida por Sergio Leone, del año 1984. De lo mejor que he visto en este ultimo tiempo.Lo único "malo" es que es demasiado larga, dura alrededor de 4 horas, pero mantiene una trama que te atrapa en la historia de Noodles, que protagoniza Robert de niro.
Ahí dejo el trailer por si alguien se anima a verla.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6159896016228217206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6159896016228217206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/08/erase-una-vez-en-america.html' title='Erase una vez en America'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7228370543933668663</id><published>2010-07-25T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:23:41.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infernal affairs'/><title type='text'>Infernal Affairs</title><summary type='text'>
Esta película es la primera parte de una trilogía del cine de Hong Kong. Dirigida  por Andrew Lau y Alan Mak, es sobre una pandilla de gangsters vs un grupo de policías en los cuales hay un espionaje del uno al otro.
Buena película mas que recomendable, porque creo que lo único en lo que anda fallando es en su música, por ser tan cuatica y melodramática, sin embargo creo que se debe a que el </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7228370543933668663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7228370543933668663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/07/infernal-affairs.html' title='Infernal Affairs'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-2452578019403368529</id><published>2010-07-22T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:27:34.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>De que se trata el ir y venir del mundo actual?. Siempre me he dado cuenta que todo gira en un circulo, en una rutina que todos odian dentro de un sistema al que todos parecen repudiar. Es ahí donde entra la pregunta

¿que te motiva en tu vida?
Todos odian su rutina y la basura de sociedad con la que conviven, sin embargo creo que al caminar por la calle y ver como los seres con terno pero sin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2452578019403368529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2452578019403368529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-que-se-trata-el-ir-y-venir-del-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5857043511724520754</id><published>2010-07-21T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:31:31.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>











</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5857043511724520754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5857043511724520754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/TEdzn-Wh2QI/AAAAAAAAAcU/8cNy6NPEht0/s72-c/IMG_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3697505754742763919</id><published>2010-07-15T14:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:18:01.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>







</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3697505754742763919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3697505754742763919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/TD9P2DZV2zI/AAAAAAAAAb0/CYsF5xL9DrA/s72-c/IMG_1347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5041770984020586641</id><published>2010-06-23T16:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:44:04.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida en Azul y Rojo</title><summary type='text'>Cuando era pendejo y veía que todos mis amigos no eran de la U, me puse a pensar porque yo era diferente. Cuando perdíamos los clásicos recuerdo habérmelas aguantado todas, al principio aguantando las tallas que poco a poco iban condimentando el caldo que terminaba en una mocha a mangazo limpio. Otras veces me encerraba a llorar en la pieza porque perdíamos alguna definición importante y aun no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5041770984020586641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5041770984020586641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-vida-en-azul-y-rojo.html' title='La vida en Azul y Rojo'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/TCJxi0nF2kI/AAAAAAAAAbc/9W4CQ4QOJPo/s72-c/1225678168900_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-4877264789419754084</id><published>2010-06-17T12:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T01:34:56.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiloé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valdivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Juan de Dalcahue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cisnes'/><title type='text'>San Juan de Dalcahue,,, un poco de antropologia</title><summary type='text'>














Este es  un poblado ubicado en la costa interior del archipiélago de Chiloé, precisamente en el golfo de Ancud. Desde donde sus habitantes llevan una vida alejada del desorden y contaminación de las ciudades, logrando convivir en un equilibrio entre la naturaleza y su forma de vida muy ligada a la construcción de embarcaciones para la pesca artesanal.De aqui provienen aquellos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4877264789419754084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4877264789419754084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/06/san-juan-de-dalcahue.html' title='San Juan de Dalcahue,,, un poco de antropologia'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/TBpMIdU6vyI/AAAAAAAAAak/kvq2bVQTBIg/s72-c/IMG_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5295801453666808120</id><published>2010-06-16T16:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:49:17.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5295801453666808120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5295801453666808120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-951049871965346885</id><published>2009-12-07T15:30:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T01:35:20.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>
                                             








</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/951049871965346885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/951049871965346885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/12/mon-amour.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/Sx1JGUSdqYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/tw7HySz_PNQ/s72-c/IMG_1420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-4976640832710290673</id><published>2009-11-26T12:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:02:26.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4976640832710290673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4976640832710290673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/11/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3068196306488764427</id><published>2009-11-23T21:27:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:44:06.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
la vida da vueltas como cuando estas a punto de desmayarte luego de una sobredosis de ropinirol con vodka, o cuando pensabas que cerrando los ojos despertarías de el sueño en el que te toco vivir. Pero mientras todo avanza las cosas van y vienen, las penas y angustias se van, llega la alegria y el amor a la vida que te entrega otra oportunidad para llegar a ser feliz, (aunque pienso que la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3068196306488764427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3068196306488764427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-vida-da-vueltas-como-cuando-estas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3445037637396046480</id><published>2009-10-27T20:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:24:23.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kiero ke la musica de mi vida nunca se apague, porque el día que lo haga todo va a ser como en las películas de cine mudo, donde cuesta seguir con intensidad la trama de lo que el protagonista quiere demostrar. Tal vez no tenga muchas ganas de demostrar algo, solo kiero demostrarme a mi mismo de lo ke soy capaz, jugar con los limites para ver hasta donde se puede llegar sin caer a un abismo de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3445037637396046480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3445037637396046480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiero-ke-la-musica-de-mi-vida-nunca-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SueBFJ4bx8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/Uzz4l6mlNCw/s72-c/1217096518207_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6795556233540392574</id><published>2009-07-27T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:26:58.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre es bueno escapar de la rutina</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6795556233540392574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6795556233540392574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/07/siempre-es-bueno-escapar-de-la-rutina.html' title='Siempre es bueno escapar de la rutina'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3724075300504381479</id><published>2009-07-20T14:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:43:56.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinta y Lucha!</title><summary type='text'>Como dice la canción...porque yo digo lo que pienso y hago lo que digo...WWW.UMLEMCHILE.TK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3724075300504381479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3724075300504381479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/07/pinta-y-lucha.html' title='Pinta y Lucha!'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SmS55h4jxEI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IRDzDrKQkuk/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx+(5).jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7002287657442225255</id><published>2009-06-24T10:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:56:52.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Es cosa de intereses</title><summary type='text'>No me interesa ser quien no soy, no me interesa quedarme encerrado en mi mundo, no me interesa llegar a viejo, no me interesa cambiar mi forma de pensar, no me interesa imitar a nadie, no me interesa llamar la atención, no me interesa ser uno mas del montón, no me interesa ser como tú, no me interesa tu falsa felicidad, no me interesa los paraguas, no me interesa los fuertes, no me interesa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7002287657442225255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7002287657442225255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/es-cosa-de-intereses.html' title='Es cosa de intereses'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5387002644534316575</id><published>2009-06-20T06:47:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:45:32.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>



6:47 AM


LO SIENTO PERO HAY UN CIERRE DE TRANSMISIONES
HASTA NUEVO AVISO

NOS VEMOS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5387002644534316575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5387002644534316575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/647-am-lo-siento-pero-hay-un-cierre-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/Sjy_QWBS_II/AAAAAAAAAXU/jHUOMrOjTgg/s72-c/Img00023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3156708367717466450</id><published>2009-06-18T00:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:02:41.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naomi klein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la toma'/><title type='text'>Documental en la pobla...</title><summary type='text'>Próximo lunes 22 documental La Toma, año 2004 realizado por Naomi Klein y dirigido por Avi Lewis. Ahí la invitación para cualquiera que desee informarse un poco.Piensen que es mejor llegar a un lugar a ver un documental, en el que puedes dar tu opinión y escuchar la de los demás, en vez de verlo encerrado en tu casa, donde nadie conocerá tu opinión.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3156708367717466450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3156708367717466450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_18.html' title='Documental en la pobla...'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SjnJGHST-SI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dgbusd2G7uc/s72-c/FLayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7829669080394338271</id><published>2009-06-16T10:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:24:19.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a conciencia, por inconcientes</title><summary type='text'>Que bueno es sentirse útil, frente a la mierda de sociedad que nos maneja haciéndonos creer que todo está bien, que funciona perfectamente, y que no tenemos que fijarnos en nadie mas que en nosotros mismos.Eso es cosa del pasado, lo de las ultimas semanas ha sido una de las mejores ideas que hemos llevado a cabo, como un grupo de personas, dispuestos a cambiar las cosas, no con utopías, ni frases</summary><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6028155340102653695</id><published>2009-06-11T13:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:42:19.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9 AMporque la vuelta a casa siempre es distinta, si es que vuelves y no te desvias en alguna escalera camino a tu casa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6028155340102653695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6028155340102653695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/9-am-porque-la-vuelta-casa-siempre-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SjFBbHQ7U6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/EZZj_nHliPI/s72-c/IMG_0624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-2576512108671547683</id><published>2009-06-10T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:34:02.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOW</title><summary type='text'>LINK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2576512108671547683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2576512108671547683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/blow.html' title='BLOW'/><author><name>Nico 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SIN COMENTARIOS, MAS QUE AGRADECIMIENTOS A LA BIBLIA DEL MORMON Y A LA MITAD DE PLATA QUE ALIMENTO NUESTRAS NEURONAS CON PAZ Y CREATIVIDAD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1688289712845291568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1688289712845291568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/Si9Kgk19NvI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wAfJ2tTxXMA/s72-c/IMG_0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-674556182286176135</id><published>2009-06-07T12:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:36:26.438-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el silencio de los inocentes'/><title type='text'>El silencio de los inocentes</title><summary type='text'>Para fumar, alucinar y mantenerse en suspenso.Uno de los mejores clásicos, hablando de cine obviamente, terror y drama del bueno, como para ver un sábado por la noche en buena compañía y relajadamente.Link</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/674556182286176135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/674556182286176135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-silencio-de-los-inocentes.html' title='El silencio de los inocentes'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SivtrAe-d-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/C12K4JsLo1o/s72-c/1991hopkinsanthony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-8862103241710936681</id><published>2009-06-04T12:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:22:23.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservoir dogs</title><summary type='text'>"lleva de rehén un poli en el maletero..."buena película, del corte Tarantino puros criminales...Sirvió para salir de la calma habitual, ahora si que las cosas van por buen camino</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8862103241710936681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8862103241710936681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/reservoir-dogs.html' title='Reservoir dogs'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/Sif0F5DhHyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/aUdpCtVOD_8/s72-c/reservoir-Dogs10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6017890753199858770</id><published>2009-06-01T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:42:51.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cansado de fumar porque ya no hay que imaginar, las cosas saldrían mejor si fuesen como tu quieres, pero para mientras es mejor no lamentarse y dar vuelta la hoja, porque recién ahora te diste cuenta de cual es la decisión que tenias que tomar, y era esa, la que habías escogido primero, y con la cual te debiste haber quedado, pero los arrebatos van primero y a la hora de escoger si hay un </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6017890753199858770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6017890753199858770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/cansado-de-fumar-porque-ya-no-hay-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7240365444801270380</id><published>2009-06-01T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:58:07.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuando ya se te va la vidaentras al sanatorio con ganas de morirtesangran tu nariz y tu bocaprovocas mucho asco, te dejan para la autopsiaCuando tu corazon no lateempiezan a mirarte con ganas de cortartesangran tu nariz y tu bocaprovocas mucho asco, te dejan para la autopsia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7240365444801270380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7240365444801270380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/06/cuando-ya-se-te-va-la-vida-entras-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-2641315919077968311</id><published>2009-05-31T13:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:51:51.578-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El barrio</title><summary type='text'>esa es la calle, en la que caminas todos los días, sabes que aquí encuentras de todo, desde tus primeros romances, hasta las malas juntas que hasta el día de hoy te acompañan para tomar una chela a las 5 de la mañana en la eskina de siempre. Es la población que tiene mas de un ritmo a la hora de callejear, pero que no se esconde a la hora de dar la cara, como anoche que aunque eramos menos igual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2641315919077968311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2641315919077968311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-barrio.html' title='El barrio'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-9184561097519618729</id><published>2009-05-29T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:45:01.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>humildad ante todo, así es mejor porque las cosas se te vuelven mas sinceras. De repente te das cuenta que estas dentro de un museo como un recuerdo mas, pero te despierta un loco medio loco que se pone a cantar con su guitarra, de pronto la música cambia y por fin empiezan los ritmos mas activos, vuelas hasta tu casa, es temprano, pero mañana te desquitas con el mundo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/9184561097519618729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/9184561097519618729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/05/humildad-ante-todo-asi-es-mejor-porque.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5461927648513884100</id><published>2009-05-28T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:44:13.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy día caminando por la calle y mirando hacia el mar, me fui dando cuenta que lo que mas le afecta a la gente es que le digan la verdad, porque cada vez que le dices la verdad a alguien por lo general se quiebran y se dan cuenta de que lo que estaban haciendo en realidad estaba mal. Yo me di cuenta que diciendo lo que siento a veces no consigo nada, y justamente las cosas las digo por querer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5461927648513884100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5461927648513884100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoy-dia-caminando-por-la-calle-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-2529568076888768196</id><published>2009-05-24T11:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:31:51.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ya perdiste la cuenta de cuantas horas llevas webeando, en realidad perdiste la cuenta de cuantas semanas llevas vagando, andando de acá para allá.Todas las noches sucede algo nuevo, a veces parecieran ser las mejores noches de tu año, pero a veces la indiferencia te golpea con los sentimientos que mas te duelen, esa indiferencia de mierda de la que ahora no me quiero acordar.Intentando recordar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2529568076888768196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2529568076888768196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/05/ya-perdiste-la-cuenta-de-cuantas-horas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-8162012359564930493</id><published>2009-05-04T12:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:56:00.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoy día voy a escribir por que me siento bien. Vengo despertando y en realidad todas las cosas que han ocurrido han sido para mejor, las situaciones van cambiando, pero la gente no, tan solo tú cambias por que hay gente que te confunde, pero al fin y al cabo ese no es el asunto.
Hoy día, sin alcohol ni drogas que el fin de semana fueron demasiadas. La cosa es que escribiendo así cuesta mas que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8162012359564930493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8162012359564930493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoy-dia-voy-escribir-por-que-me-siento.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-40890424239292999</id><published>2009-04-27T12:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:56:30.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cuando no sabes bien que escribir, te pones a recordar las cosas que has hecho o lo que te ha pasado en los últimos días, así puedes ver que es lo que te ha salido bien o mal. Pero para mientras sigues pensando en que escribir y ves miras y observas todo a tu alrededor, mientras la televisión muestra puros vídeos con hueas trágicas y accidentes de esos donde la gente se quema viva o se tira desde</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/40890424239292999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/40890424239292999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuando-no-sabes-bien-que-escribir-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3864607749145141775</id><published>2009-04-17T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:09:21.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>las drogas de la vida</title><summary type='text'>Primero fue esa camiseta azul, despues creciste y conociste la calle, esa musica de baterias y guitarras desenfrenadas que te hacian tomar vino en los cerros en las tardes del verano de no se que año.Corrian los copetes, mientras la musica la auspiciaba una radio demente que lanzaba temas de nirvana, fiskales y miserables. Asi te metiste en lios, asi empezaste a conocer la musica, asi conociste </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3864607749145141775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3864607749145141775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-drogas-de-la-vida.html' title='las drogas de la vida'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3441216819247313105</id><published>2009-04-09T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:58:34.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esto es la realidad loco, o creias que tu sentido de vida iva a girar siempre alrededor de esa pista de baile y esas luces weonas que hacen que veas todo entrecortado. Estabas equivocado, se te acabo la plata, se te acabaron las ganas de vivir, despertaste de ese dulce sueño de profundo egoismo, en donde no pensabas en nada mas que en ti mismo.

Ahora te veo arruinado y me da alegria verte de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3441216819247313105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3441216819247313105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/04/esto-es-la-realidad-loco-o-creias-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5617803361889634366</id><published>2009-03-09T00:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:59:12.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Escribir sobrio no tiene mucho sentido</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5617803361889634366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5617803361889634366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/03/escribir-estando-sobrio-no-tiene-ni-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-593351261099650277</id><published>2009-03-06T02:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:02:11.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tal vez es el gusto de llegar a escribir weas cuando estas medio loco, esa vola que no puedes describir por que seria imposible entender en las volas en las que te metes cada dia, llegaste con la cara quemada y los pantalones sucios al maximo, tu aspecto no se ve bien. pero en realidad los que se fijan mucho en la ropa y la pinta son los que en realidad nunca lo pasan tan bien, por que siempre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/593351261099650277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/593351261099650277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/03/tal-vez-es-el-gusto-de-llegar-escribir.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1787664055170478880</id><published>2009-03-02T23:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:07:25.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por la patagonia argentina




</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2212969a9f06977c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1787664055170478880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1787664055170478880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-la-patagonia-argentina.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6667872610755221075</id><published>2009-03-02T12:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T00:10:52.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Volando por la patagonia chilena</title><summary type='text'>




</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6667872610755221075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6667872610755221075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Volando por la patagonia chilena'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-2501436317570034407</id><published>2009-02-27T01:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:02:15.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da risa la huea x que cada noche te encuentras con pensamientos nuevos, con volas distintas, con caras distintas que te hacen pensar que las cosas siempre van a ir mas alla, hasta que te das cuenta que de  un momento a otro aparece el punto negro del dia que nos hace a todos despertar en una especie de volá colectiva que nos lleva a razonar hacia adonde va nuestra vida.

por mas que lo pensamos, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2501436317570034407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2501436317570034407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/02/da-risa-la-huea-x-que-cada-noche-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6577930453608044917</id><published>2009-02-26T00:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:31:03.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>la llegada a casa siempre tiene algo de especial, debe ser porque siempre sales de tu casa pensando en algo y a la vuelta lo ves todo distinto, todo mas distorcionado, todo mas a tu modo. La  noche esta ahi para acogerte, mientras el barrio entona los canticos que tu ya sabes de memoria y que entonas desde que eras pendejo e ibas al estadio a alentar a ese equipo que se apodero de tus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6577930453608044917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6577930453608044917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-llegada-casa-siempre-tiene-algo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3220164098087048602</id><published>2009-02-18T18:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:06:20.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esperando que el cielo deje de botar agua, mientras se enciende un caño de esos bien prensados que te hacen ir a la luna en 4 fumadas, mientras tanto todo se ve mas lento que lo habitual, el gato bosteza y pareciera que todo es igual que siempre, que ya conoces todos los detalles y sabes perfectamente que es lo que va a pasar una vez que te levantes de la cama y comienzes a hacer tu dia. A veces </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3220164098087048602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3220164098087048602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/02/esperando-que-el-cielo-deje-de-botar.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1976979751429158528</id><published>2009-01-26T10:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:38:21.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NO PASA NADA'/><title type='text'>NO PASA NADA, NO HAY PROBLEMA...</title><summary type='text'>Si tu cabeza está loca y con pastillas no alcanza y no tenes más recetas para salir a comprar.  Y si tu boca está seca, y con las birras no alcanza y la gente que te escracha  cuando te ve vomitar.  No pasa nada, no hay problema, esta condena, nunca va acabar no pasa nada, no te hagas problema que esta condena, nunca va a acabar.  Si trabajas siempre duro, y la guita no te alcanza  y te hace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1976979751429158528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1976979751429158528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-pasa-nada-no-hay-problema.html' title='NO PASA NADA, NO HAY PROBLEMA...'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-4993207696289336423</id><published>2008-12-01T15:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:03:44.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas qUe Una pasion....</title><summary type='text'>

El punk rock y el hip hop son del leon....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4993207696289336423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4993207696289336423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/12/damas-y-caballeros-esto-es-mas-que-una.html' title='Mas qUe Una pasion....'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6732769392821134716</id><published>2008-11-19T21:07:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:16:20.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Despues de poco escribir pero mucho pensar, las cosas han ido cambiando de a poco, al parecer para mejor, pero eso nunca se sabe, un dia bien el otro mal, pero nada serio de que quejarse, por lo general uno siempre se queja de estupideces o weas tan simples que se pueden cambiar de inmediato si uno quisiera.La cosa es que la realidad se ve de otra forma, eso es normal cada uno ve las cosas como </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6732769392821134716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6732769392821134716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/11/despues-de-poco-escribir-pero-mucho.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-4477821515706891598</id><published>2008-09-04T18:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:05:40.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>son sentimientos, que le vamos a hacer

Si amarte es un delito
Seguirte es mi condena



PASION INFINITA 
LOKURA TOTAL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4477821515706891598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4477821515706891598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/09/puta-son-sentimientos-po-que-le-vamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SMBeyo8HqaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/WFrUbbmBjgY/s72-c/1220398817214_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-247397330236332615</id><published>2008-08-21T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T16:57:56.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMBRE VICIOSO</title><summary type='text'>PA TODOS LOS QUE SIENTEN EL PUNKROCK EN LAS VENASHombre vicioso, engendro de satanritos asquerosos, carentes de moralhombre de alma sucia, bandera del malanarco-drogadicto, perdido totalMente retorcida, irrecuperableque lo lleve la policiaalma de homicida, cara de culpableque lo mate la inquisiciongente como esta no debe nacerLe pega a la novia, insulta a su mamano se baña nunca, no quiere </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/247397330236332615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/247397330236332615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/08/hombre-vicioso.html' title='HOMBRE VICIOSO'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1746516268703974914</id><published>2008-08-19T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:25:14.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todo lo miro no mas po!!Manzo webeo, cagao de la risa, lo unico que queda por hacer es celebrar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1746516268703974914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1746516268703974914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/08/todo-lo-miro-no-mas-po-manzo-webeo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SKrztTe8EPI/AAAAAAAAANI/QC2UO4w0MNE/s72-c/2+Minutos.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-8525342529546295449</id><published>2008-08-14T16:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:18:55.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Las cosas no estan muy claras para las masas, muchos creen que todo ya ha ocurrido y la ocasion para innovar es algo imposible a estas alturas de la vida, cosa bastante estupida a mi parecer, la cosa es bien sencilla se trata de responder a los impulsos que uno mismo genera, algunos necesitan de alcohol o drogas para despertar las pasiones que uno a diario se preocupa de disimular, pero una vez </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8525342529546295449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8525342529546295449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/08/las-cosas-no-estan-muy-claras-para-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SKSTDNdEBRI/AAAAAAAAANA/NyzwdX6CQ7s/s72-c/Tony_Montana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-8096077495672365224</id><published>2008-08-12T12:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:06:57.171-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

El baño de la maldad

PUXE
PULL
JALE!

coincidencia?, naa ,como el tequila de una y sin pensarlo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8096077495672365224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8096077495672365224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/08/el-bao-de-la-maldad-puxe-pull-jale.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SKG9rjXVPNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/o6t6BBsQmW4/s72-c/S3020189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-8249507354274152970</id><published>2008-08-08T20:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:39:20.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carta abrierta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cannabis'/><title type='text'>Carta Abierta a Paul Morrison</title><summary type='text'>Extraido de la web, no cacho quien es el autor.Leanla que esta buena.Antes que todo, quiero solidarizar contigo por el exagerado castigo que estás recibiendo por portar apenas unos pocos pitos de marihuana (no más de 60, según mis cálculos) algunas dosis de ácido lisérgico y muy pocas rayas de clorhidrato de cocaína. Soy fanático de la cannabis sativa y la cultivo hace ya varios años, para evitar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8249507354274152970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8249507354274152970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/08/carta-abierta-paul-morrison.html' title='Carta Abierta a Paul Morrison'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SJzmif-S5jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LmFk2k01DEo/s72-c/laughing-felix-logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-646483109355172521</id><published>2008-08-01T17:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:35:19.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puerto montt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiskales ad hok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tokata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2002'/><title type='text'>Fiskales ad hok 2002</title><summary type='text'>Manzo rescate del youtubeaño 02, cuando todavia no existia esa mierda de mally el mambo se armaba en la estacion de trenes.En esa tokata quedo la manza cola, entre pacos, piedrazos y alcohol, todo pasando.ANARKIA Y REBELIONFIESTARESISTIREpor ahi salgo weiando con mi amigo piojito</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/646483109355172521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/646483109355172521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/08/fiskales-ad-hok-2002.html' title='Fiskales ad hok 2002'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SJN95vQqXcI/AAAAAAAAALw/vNK4mHw9jHc/s72-c/Dibujo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1026042624636765368</id><published>2008-07-21T11:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:52:33.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F.D.S.</title><summary type='text'>puedo decir que conoci el otro lado del holocausto, que hitler sigue vivo con los marcianosy que todo ha sido combinado en perjuicio de nuestra raza aria.Puagh!!!!!!extracto de un fin de semana mas turbio que la chucha, donde aparecieron las viejas juntas y la alegria se completo con el 4 - 1.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1026042624636765368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1026042624636765368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/07/fds.html' title='F.D.S.'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SISwtzECx5I/AAAAAAAAALo/FPiM9X5Vpe4/s72-c/toegel1w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-325545894884908707</id><published>2008-07-10T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:22:11.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INGREDIENTES-------------------- 1 litro de cerveza negra o malta bien helada - 2 huevos- 5 cucharadas Azucar- canela o esencia de vainilla (elija 1)- una juguera o liquadoraPREPARACION------------------En la juguera coloque la malta, agregue los dos huevos completos y la azucar a gusto. Batir bien todos los ingredientes hasta obtener una mezcla homogenea y espumosa.Al servir se puede decorar con</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/325545894884908707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/325545894884908707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/07/ingredientes-1-litro-de-cerveza-negra-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3327610074182065795</id><published>2008-07-07T18:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:30:01.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La vida es como esos discos viejos de Pink Floyd, de esos que se escuchan solo en equipos para vinilos y que suenan como si tuvieran el mar de fondo, esto por que las cosas en las que te pones a pensar de repente son como viejos recuerdos de los que quisieras acordarte un poco mas, pero ahi esta la gracia de los recuerdos, son tan unicos que solo se viven una vez, y si no los disfrutaste estas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3327610074182065795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3327610074182065795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-vida-es-como-esos-discos-viejos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-2627548177700235447</id><published>2008-07-04T12:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:45:31.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FUIMOS COMO COHETES Y MAS DE UNO SE ESTRELLO</title><summary type='text'>No creo en cuentos, he visto bastante, y llegue a la siguiente conclusion, no me convence nadie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2627548177700235447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2627548177700235447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuimos-como-cohetes-y-mas-de-uno-se.html' title='FUIMOS COMO COHETES Y MAS DE UNO SE ESTRELLO'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-359015253457574761</id><published>2008-06-18T12:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:37:29.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicanor Parra'/><title type='text'>AntiParra</title><summary type='text'>hace poco leí una revista (Ercilla), de hace unos años atras en donde era uno de los intelectuales mas influyentes en chile, y tambien el mas viejo.Aguante NicanorTestQué es un antipoeta: un comerciante en urnas y ataúdes? un sacerdote que no cree en nada? un general que duda de sí mismo? un vagabundo que se ríe de todo hasta de la vejez y de la muerte? un interlocutor de mal carácter? un </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/359015253457574761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/359015253457574761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/06/antiparra.html' title='AntiParra'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3377668856187529526</id><published>2008-06-18T12:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:38:28.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UNIVERSIDAD DE CHILE, PASION AMOR Y LOKURA</title><summary type='text'>                        LA DROGA QUE MAS ME ANGUSTIA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3377668856187529526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3377668856187529526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/06/universidad-de-chile-pasion-amor-y.html' title='UNIVERSIDAD DE CHILE, PASION AMOR Y LOKURA'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SFkzPpfsK5I/AAAAAAAAALg/Uickd8C__Yk/s72-c/y436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7201899278092796926</id><published>2008-06-13T11:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:30:25.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VOLAMOS, DESPABILAMOSVOLVEMOS A CAERVOLVEMOS A SOÑAR EL DIA SIGUE PERO LO TUYO ES LA NOCHELA COSA NO ESTA DECIDIDA AUNPERO NO HAY APUROSEGUIR?ESE ES EL DILEMA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7201899278092796926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7201899278092796926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/06/volamos-despabilamos-volvemos-caer.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3244871200612579467</id><published>2008-06-08T22:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:48:10.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L.P.R.</title><summary type='text'>Resucitando la vola, con ruido de los viejos tiemposel que no se acuerde o no quiera hacerlo que se vaya a la chuchaPonganle play y rompan alguna wea, desordenense un ratose los aconsejo, mientras no despierten en una comisaria todo bien</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3244871200612579467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3244871200612579467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/06/lpr.html' title='L.P.R.'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-9027856943751317541</id><published>2008-05-27T11:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:17:14.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descarga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='requiem for a dream'/><title type='text'>Requiem For a Dream</title><summary type='text'>Para los que nunca paran la manohttp://www.megaupload.com/?d=CXXHP8LD http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RX1Z0UTV http://www.megaupload.com/?d=6J21PJD0 http://www.megaupload.com/?d=218HQ2AQ Pass: http://www.pelisdd.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/9027856943751317541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/9027856943751317541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/requiem-for-dream.html' title='Requiem For a Dream'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SDwk_0HmmkI/AAAAAAAAALY/z3ctnegcqrU/s72-c/2398008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5190331834764939778</id><published>2008-05-26T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:15:20.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moCHILEo</title><summary type='text'>QUIERO DINERO,UNA MALETA COMO LA DE PANICO Y LOCURA EN LAS VEGAS, Y MUCHO TIEMPO LIBRESE HECHAN DE MENOS LOS TIEMPOS DE LIBERTAD, EN DONDE LO UNICO QUE IMPORTABA ERA SEGUIR CARGANDO LA MOCHILA CON RUMBO A CUALQUIER PARTE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5190331834764939778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5190331834764939778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/mochileo.html' title='moCHILEo'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SeyfhSTLC0I/AAAAAAAAATU/-eedVnMg_Jw/s72-c/Dedo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5705490053218582211</id><published>2008-05-19T18:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:45:53.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Montana</title><summary type='text'>Dias sin actualizar la vola, igual aguanta a puros videos.Semana media estresante, intentando lograr la concentracion necesaria, pero los vicios lo impiden y la maldad cuando llama hay que responderle. pero desde hoy seria bueno parar la maquina hasta el viernes creo.no tengo ni una mentira para contar asi que chao no masPD: miren Scarface, la de al Pacino si, esta buena la movie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5705490053218582211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5705490053218582211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/tony-montana.html' title='Tony Montana'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SDICxQ4MYQI/AAAAAAAAALA/FZgm3FMyFr0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3878396201748716093</id><published>2008-05-16T11:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:36:07.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La informacion es la mejor autoeducacion</title><summary type='text'>Distinto ritmo, pero por el mismo camino.Ponganle play no maschau</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3878396201748716093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3878396201748716093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-informacion-es-la-mejor.html' title='La informacion es la mejor autoeducacion'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6300223897494146985</id><published>2008-05-14T11:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:50:49.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kortatuhueveo</title><summary type='text'>Azken Guda Dantza 1 de Octubre de 1988Y es de verdad, pero no sé que pasapor la república sudafricanaNelson Mandela, está entre rejasy han concedido un Premio Nobel de la pazA Desmond Tutu.Y hablan de represión, contra mineros,contra obreros y estudiantes negros, y es de verdadla resistencia está entre rejasY han concedido un Premio Noble de la paz:A Desmond Tutu.Siempre es bueno un descanso</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6300223897494146985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6300223897494146985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/kortatuhueveo.html' title='Kortatuhueveo'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-3127330995099137458</id><published>2008-05-09T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:23:33.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirameyaestoyhechounerizo</title><summary type='text'>" Manejar el poder es como manejar explosivos... te podés hacer mierda vos mismo..." Luca Prodan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3127330995099137458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/3127330995099137458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/mirameyaestoyhechounerizo.html' title='Mirameyaestoyhechounerizo'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SCUG9lIlq4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/swq3izpuqaA/s72-c/grafitti_Luca_Pocitos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1620474208367411952</id><published>2008-05-04T23:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:12:27.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana</title><summary type='text'>RelajoFlojeraCervezaTraficoWebeoFutbolBroncaMas futbolTrabajosOrnitorrincosDesde el miercoles al dia de hoyMaldito sea el lunes que empieza en una hora masPero como dicen por ahí, si no fuera por los lunes no nos gustarian tanto los viernes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1620474208367411952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1620474208367411952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/semana.html' title='Semana'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SB56-ArkBdI/AAAAAAAAAKw/84tSOgSFmeM/s72-c/fe7eeabe48771d0ea30eb85b4808ddf7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-2071462294514827436</id><published>2008-05-03T22:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:14:35.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drogas duras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marihuana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nueva ley'/><title type='text'>A la marihuana ni siquiera se le deberia llamar droga</title><summary type='text'>¿Quién decidió que la Marihuana es una droga dura?Nadie EN EL GOBIERNO da la cara, nadie EXPLICA por quéHace dos semanas este pasquín sorprendió a todo el mundo contando que el gobierno ciudadano de Bachelet había calificado a la marihuana como droga dura, dejándola en el mismo nivel que, por ejemplo, la cocaína. La decisión sorprendió a todo el mundo civilizado porque, hasta ahora, no se conocen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2071462294514827436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/2071462294514827436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/quin-decidi-que-la-marihuana-es-una.html' title='A la marihuana ni siquiera se le deberia llamar droga'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SB0aJQrkBbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/V62l1OmxYtc/s72-c/col01_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7544479725410689457</id><published>2008-05-02T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:13:22.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Panico&amp;Locura</title><summary type='text'>

Dias raros, como con nostalgia de algo, sera que falta algo?

Las cosas se vuelven raras, y los impulsos te indican hacia adonde ir, esperas para ver si las cosas cambian pero no pasa nada, nunca pasa nada.

Con ganas de pasarme una volada al estilo de Johnny Depp, ojala pronto aparezcan los farmacos...

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7544479725410689457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7544479725410689457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/panico.html' title='Panico&amp;Locura'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SBt5mgrkBaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/fLrJIuz15DA/s72-c/flilv5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5667917387563864699</id><published>2008-05-01T14:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:29:10.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><title type='text'>jaUJahdhuauwahfoianxcn</title><summary type='text'>Que pase lo que tenga que pasar no mas...Cuiden sus neuronas, o revientenlas no mas que parece que no se acaban nunca</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5667917387563864699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5667917387563864699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-pase-lo-que-tenga-que-pasar-no-mas.html' title='jaUJahdhuauwahfoianxcn'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SBoKUgrkBYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/llDVCYLtZ7U/s72-c/PUNKS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5647082689629861180</id><published>2008-04-30T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:25:31.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en vivo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flema'/><title type='text'>Dado Vuelta</title><summary type='text'>Siempre dado vuelta,  y que?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5647082689629861180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5647082689629861180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/dado-vuelta.html' title='Dado Vuelta'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1806344923021322584</id><published>2008-04-30T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:24:27.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas feliz que la mierda / V.A.F.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1806344923021322584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1806344923021322584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/mas-feliz-que-la-mierda-vaf.html' title='Mas feliz que la mierda / V.A.F.'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-369942035921767771</id><published>2008-04-25T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:49:23.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dana</title><summary type='text'>La mente no funciona, así que no hay nada que decir.Saludos a los que leen y para el fin de semana Roben bancos, quemen autos, incendien iglesias, revienten las calles, hagan lo que mas placer les produzca.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/369942035921767771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/369942035921767771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/dana.html' title='dana'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SBKJbgrkBXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hr-A5l9cUBs/s72-c/guadiareal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-4063869529854715980</id><published>2008-04-21T16:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:00:50.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danzig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descarga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucifuge'/><title type='text'>Danzig - Lucifuge</title><summary type='text'>Un clasico, lejos la mejor voz del horrorpunk, del heavy, o de cualquier nombre que le quieran poner....1. "Long Way Back from Hell" 2. "Snakes of Christ" 3. "Killer Wolf" 4. "Tired of Being Alive" 5. "I'm the One" 6. "Her Black Wings" 7. "Devil's Plaything" 8. "777" 9. "Blood and Tears" 10. "Girl" 11. "Pain in the World"Descarga</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4063869529854715980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4063869529854715980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/danzig-lucifuge.html' title='Danzig - Lucifuge'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SA0AIp2nFCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/p_HNMn8L8Uc/s72-c/danzig_lucifuge_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-5415325433524312238</id><published>2008-04-20T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:22:30.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Juventud sin futuro, temprana decepciondrogas y violencia, desocupacionestado de muerte, repre-depresionsalario de hambre, locura y ambicionsabes muy bien que la maquinasin contemplaciones te va a tragar,pero te resignes y busca venganzate tomas mil pastillas, y con eso no alcanzadecime, explicame, cual es tu plan?Jugar a los videos o aspirar poxirrannosotros con los chicos no nos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5415325433524312238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/5415325433524312238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/juventud-sin-futuro-temprana-decepcion.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1221301592942701977</id><published>2008-04-20T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:09:34.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='फबुलोसोस cadillacs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='वुएलता'/><title type='text'>Ahi estaremos</title><summary type='text'>Los Fabulosos Cadillacs iniciarán gira en México tras seis años de separación   Por: Notimex | Espectáculos Miercoles 16 de Abril de 2008 | Hora de publicación: 03:00   El grupo argentino Los Fabulosos Cadillacs regresará a los escenarios, tras seis años de separación, en una gira internacional que comenzará en México "por cariño a este país", dijo hoy el representante de la banda, Tomas Cookman.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1221301592942701977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1221301592942701977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahi-estaremos.html' title='Ahi estaremos'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SAu-8J2nFAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/W_cc-Zayt8w/s72-c/fabulosos_cadillacs_foto_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6170042906803064176</id><published>2008-04-18T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:44:46.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>V18RNES</title><summary type='text'>Es difícil la evasión del mundo real, si no tienes nada que haga ir tu mente un poco mas allá, si no tienes otro rumbo mas que el de estar siempre rodeado de situaciones que te hunden en la rutina y en la monotonía de la semana. El punto pasa por la superación de uno mismo, de la busqueda del bienestar individual, para asi no tener que soportar momentos de depre, o de casi colapsos suicidas.El </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6170042906803064176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6170042906803064176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/v18rnes.html' title='V18RNES'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/SAjBp7jqzSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1InjaGOybhA/s72-c/S3020003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7762511236039846434</id><published>2008-04-16T11:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:58:59.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The clash'/><title type='text'>Guns of Brixton</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7762511236039846434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7762511236039846434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/guns-of-brixton.html' title='Guns of Brixton'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6050769231326540091</id><published>2008-04-11T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:36:42.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La cosa se trata de tener opinion....</title><summary type='text'>no hay nada como hablar con alguien que sepa escuchar y tenga tema de conversacion, que no se trate todo el tiempo de puro carrete y lo mismo de siempre, si no mas bien de informarse y opinar de formas diferentes.La cosa es simple, hay gente mas seria y a otros que los temas serios les aburren o no les simpatizan, es ahi que hay que poner ojo, a la hora de salir una noche cualquiera.El tema es </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6050769231326540091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6050769231326540091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-cosa-se-trata-de-tener-opinion.html' title='La cosa se trata de tener opinion....'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-4876862546222373919</id><published>2008-04-03T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:31:53.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RATAM</title><summary type='text'>Todo trabajar y no jugar hacen de Jack un chico aburrido,Todo trabajar y no jugar hacen de Jack un chico aburrido,Todo trabajar y no jugar hacen de Jack un chico aburrido,Todo trabajar y no jugar hacen de Jack un chico aburrido,Todo trabajar y no jugar hacen de Jack un chico aburrido,Todo trabajar y no jugar hacen de Jack un chico aburrido,Todo trabajar y no jugar hacen de Jack un chico aburrido,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4876862546222373919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/4876862546222373919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/04/ratam.html' title='RATAM'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/R_V1ZFnFxhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UmVIZz-G6Mw/s72-c/S3020003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1844741093605642798</id><published>2008-03-27T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:53:10.645-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parece que el estudio nos hace perder el juicio a algunos, a otros les guta el webeo mas factico dijera J, jkjkjkjkjkjk.Entre tantas filosofias y huevadas por el estilo se acaba de a poco el webeo en la calle, por que?, debe ser por que ahora las cosas son mas en serio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1844741093605642798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1844741093605642798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/03/parece-que-el-estudio-nos-hace-perder.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6334109529776136110</id><published>2008-03-23T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:53:29.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COF, COFPERMISO!MLITARESDEMOCRATAS, Y AVIONES AUTOPILOTEADASAGUA,SI PERO DE MAR SALADOCUIDADO, LAS MATAS, QUE NO ATRAPAN¡FALSA ALARMA!NO HA PASADO NADA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6334109529776136110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6334109529776136110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/03/cof-cof-permiso-mlitares-democratas-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-490123485390565850</id><published>2008-03-19T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:29:08.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¿?</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/490123485390565850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/490123485390565850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='¿?'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/R-GFoFnFxgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tVm6PGqsFCQ/s72-c/Dibujo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-8861047300601829480</id><published>2008-03-18T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:51:48.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La vida es una sola, no me vengan con lecciones de moralidad, y tranquilidad social, de verdad no me interesan sus causas y juicios, yo vivo mi vida a mi manera, y nadie lo puede negar o prohibir.Que tanto color, por una noche de rockandroll, despues de que pasa la juventud, todos se arrepienten de no haber hecho esta o tal cosa, la wea es reirse y seguir adelante....aguante flema que es la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8861047300601829480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8861047300601829480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-vida-es-una-sola-no-me-vengan-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1837593682578601115</id><published>2008-03-17T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:32:17.701-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El ultimo vaso de vino</title><summary type='text'>El tomo vino toda la nochemientras pensaba en ellaen la forma en que ella amabaen su manera de hablaren la manera en que le dijo muchas cosascosas que no eran verdad.Cuadno el llegó a casaella habia salido otra vezvolvió a las 3 de la mañanademasiado bella para élel sacó la 22 del roperoy ella gritó: enloquecióEl tomó otro vaso de vinola 22 estallóLa habitación se ponia rojaella miraba sin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1837593682578601115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1837593682578601115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-ultimo-vaso-de-vino.html' title='El ultimo vaso de vino'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-1000260273573919602</id><published>2008-03-12T15:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:44:03.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hasta 10 meses mas</title><summary type='text'> inolvidables vacacionessaludos para los que se abstienen de entrar a la rutina...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1000260273573919602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/1000260273573919602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/03/hasta-10-meses-mas.html' title='hasta 10 meses mas'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-8856324996104705547</id><published>2008-03-11T10:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:58:56.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>semana</title><summary type='text'>la gente ,la calle y la banda esta reloka, no se sabe que pasa, pero el dia llama al descontrol total, y asi no mas es que se endurezcan los  cuerpos porque hoy la fiesta no termina, lo de siempre?, nunca mas.Viviendo la vida como si fuera el ultimo dia, tratando de disfrutar, pero intentando no olvidar las cosas, asi es como termino tirandome de ventanas de segundo piso, escapando de un tipo que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8856324996104705547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/8856324996104705547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/03/semana.html' title='semana'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-6889138332661922543</id><published>2008-03-03T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:02:04.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde pero seguro</title><summary type='text'>No hay como el cafè colombiano en granos, las mujeres argentinas, y la marihuana chilena, todo eso en la patagonia, que mejor escenario para desintoxicarse de la ciudad y sus vicios.  Por ahora todo tranquilo, mas relajado, hasta siento que me quite harto peso de encima, fue buena idea llegar medio loko a la casa, para el otro dia despertar en argentina.De la estadia nada que decir, buenas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6889138332661922543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/6889138332661922543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/03/tarde-pero-seguro.html' title='Tarde pero seguro'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7349716922962759551</id><published>2008-02-25T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:36:17.870-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='totally exploited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='descarga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploited download'/><title type='text'>Totally Exploited</title><summary type='text'>1.Punk's Not Dead2.Army Life3.Fuck A Mod4.Barmy Army5.Dogs Of War6.Dead Cities7.Sex &amp; Violence8.Yops9.Daily News10.Dole Q11.I Still Believe In Anarchy12.God Save The Queen13.Psycho14.Blown to Bits15.Insanity16.S.P.G.17.Jimmy Boyle18.Fuck The U.S.A.19.Attack20.Rival LeadersDescargaBuen Cd, como para escucharlo en la mañana y motivarte para todo el dia. Eso no mas, ahi esta el link, saludos para </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7349716922962759551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7349716922962759551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/02/totally-exploited.html' title='Totally Exploited'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/R8Lj9RI82NI/AAAAAAAAAII/_BejO6-bKPg/s72-c/Frontal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-802880223314699612</id><published>2008-02-19T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:26:00.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noche</title><summary type='text'>Que suenen fuerte los Dead kennedys, que esta noche es de esas que no se olvidan, como nada estaba planeado las cosas siempre saldran mejor, pero la espera se hace eterna, mientras las lenguas empiezan a sentirse mas pesadas y las conversaciones tienden a ser cada vez mas incoherentes.Todos despiertos!!!, que ya aparecio la malicia, pero que nadie se quede atras, porque las malas experiencias </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/802880223314699612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/802880223314699612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/02/noche.html' title='Noche'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7776283734401378108.post-7232013290050879270</id><published>2008-02-14T14:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:39:03.699-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultima necat'/><title type='text'>Un cortito</title><summary type='text'>Ultima NecatTodas hieren la ultima mata</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7232013290050879270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7776283734401378108/posts/default/7232013290050879270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lokurasincura.blogspot.com/2008/02/un-cortito.html' title='Un cortito'/><author><name>Nico Botella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00815430439702909072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vS7m2_yQQWo/THdZmVDSaVI/AAAAAAAAAds/m0p7gn_V54s/S220/DSC07263.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
