<?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-9826987</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:30:21.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenajes</title><subtitle type='html'>Del mirar
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Del sentir</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homenajes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9826987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homenajes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775664688726319823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9826987.post-110435052119594883</id><published>2004-12-29T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T04:23:14.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Million Dollar Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"I have a lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a lover like no other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She got soul, soul, soul, sweet soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And she teach me how to sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Shows me colours when there's none to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gives me hope when I can't believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hat for the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; have a brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I'm a brother in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I spend my whole time running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He spends his running after me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I feel myself going down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just call and he comes around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But for the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My father is a rich man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He wears a rich man's cloak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gave me the keys to his kingdom coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gave me a cup of gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/millionroof.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said I have many mansions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And there are many rooms to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But I left by the back door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I threw away the key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I threw away the key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah, I threw away the key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah, I threw away the key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For the first time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel love..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/d3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;After I jumped, It occurred to me,&lt;br /&gt;Life is perfect. Life is the best.&lt;br /&gt;It's full of magic and beauty,&lt;br /&gt;opportunity and television,&lt;br /&gt;and surprises, lots of surprises, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's that stuff that everybody longs for&lt;br /&gt;but they only really feel when it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;All that just kind of hit me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you don't really see it all that clearly&lt;br /&gt;when you're , you know,&lt;br /&gt;alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eloise… she was something to live for. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I guess that means&lt;br /&gt;something to die for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/eloise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever Eloise was or wasn’t&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;She was the love&lt;br /&gt;of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hadn’t actually met her…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 114px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/3.1.jpg" width="232" height="115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;- I can’t die&lt;br /&gt;- You can’t?&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;- So how come?&lt;br /&gt;- I’m fictional.&lt;br /&gt;- Is fictional good for you?. I’m sorry, because I’m just… I’m trying to make… an impression… and maybe even good impression. And I didn’t know that maybe you didn’t remember me.&lt;br /&gt;- I remember everything.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, everything?&lt;br /&gt;- Everything&lt;br /&gt;- That’s a lot (he hugs her)&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah… I wouldn’t recommended it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 183px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/millionstreet2.jpg" width="234" height="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eloise moved like a shadow. You could almost see right through her.&lt;br /&gt;It was like in the day she lived in her body, but at night, she left it for others.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/hotel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And look what happened.&lt;br /&gt;The world was spinning fast that night&lt;br /&gt;I just hoped that I could hold on and be part of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/milliondollarhotelplakat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I’ve got not hold&lt;br /&gt;in this world&lt;br /&gt;just gravity&lt;br /&gt;Look in the time&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got not hood&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;Just you&lt;br /&gt;And you are not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stateless&lt;br /&gt;Oh, weightless&lt;br /&gt;Stateless.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/mdh6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;- So… So, why do you like me so much anyway?&lt;br /&gt;- I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;- Tom, you know, you can’t always just say yes or no, or I don’t know, you know. It would must be a reason and It would be nice to know what it is. So, why don’t you think about it and I’ll wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- (he sighs…)&lt;br /&gt;- (she sighs…) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/mdh5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Love can never be portrayed the same way as a tree, or the sea, or any other&lt;br /&gt;mystery. It’s the eyes with which we see. It’s the sinner in the saint, It’s the light inside the paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(off: I always knew those lines would come in handy one day)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (she sighs…) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/mdh3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had this fantasy, suddenly that we’d have a normal life. She’d come one day&lt;br /&gt;with her suitcase and stay. We’d watch TV., maybe even go to the diner. She’d&lt;br /&gt;look at me and I’d feel like I’d reached her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Every chip from every cup&lt;br /&gt;Every promise given up&lt;br /&gt;Every reason that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Is falling, falling at your feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/mildh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every band elastic limit&lt;br /&gt;Every race when there's nothing in it&lt;br /&gt;Every winner that's lost a ticket&lt;br /&gt;Is falling, falling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;I 've come crowling, falling at your feet..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/38e9a82588efd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- But this (touch her and then touch himself) It's even better than the very best&lt;br /&gt;moment of my life. And I certainly hope, that this is maybe even good and better&lt;br /&gt;for you, too. And this here, with me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 151px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/_673167_mila_hotel150.jpg" width="143" height="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; WIDTH: 181px; HEIGHT: 151px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/tomtom.jpg" width="186" height="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- I care for you. Because you should certainly have yourself even if Izzy didn’t think so and said you were nothing and went ahead and did what he did to you. And that’s why I went ahead and let him go off the roof just like he wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 134px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/444.jpg" width="227" height="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We can make our own way down to South America maybe. Wow, can you imagine? That would be so amazing. It’s supposed to be so much warmer there. It’s like a wet heat because it’s raining all the time. And the air gets so damp, and the fish, they come in the door and swim out the window. And it gets hot, too. Very hot. And the birds, and they break through the screens to die in the bedrooms (she falls sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmh…. Mmmmh… I knew her plan could never work. It would never work. But is was the sweetest thing I ever heard. The sweetest thing I ever heard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/the_million_dollar_hotel_1.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It’s funny the way stuff finally hits you. Take love for example. All thar love that led me to Eloise is the same love that led me to kill my best friend. Exact same love, different results. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe in the future they’ll have all this figured out. &lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/million1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 244px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/1-davies.jpg" width="380" height="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 182px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/38e9a80f5f2e1.jpg" width="266" height="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 74px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/box_mdh.jpg" width="387" height="78" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I think it was my ego that made me do it. I didn’t even know I had one, until I met Eloise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;She came. Just like I always imagine it. I wish I was still there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Yeah, like I was saying, after I jumped, it occurred to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Life is perfect. Life is the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It’s full of magic and beauty and surprises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;You just don’t see it all that clearly when you’re still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All I ever wanted was to reach Eloise, just to reach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/1024/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. And I ended up turning the world upside down along the way. Even if just&lt;br /&gt;for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Wow! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“All my life&lt;br /&gt;I worshipped her&lt;br /&gt;Her golden voice,&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty’s beat&lt;br /&gt;How she made us feel&lt;br /&gt;How she made me real&lt;br /&gt;The ground beneath her feet&lt;br /&gt;The ground beneath her feet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be sure of anything&lt;br /&gt;Black is white&lt;br /&gt;And cold is heat&lt;br /&gt;What I worshipped&lt;br /&gt;Stole my love away&lt;br /&gt;Was the ground beneath her feet&lt;br /&gt;Was the ground beneath her feet &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly down&lt;br /&gt;Your darkened ways&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly underground&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be down there&lt;br /&gt;In another day&lt;br /&gt;I won’t rest until you’re free.&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me rescue you&lt;br /&gt;Let me bring you&lt;br /&gt;Where two roads meet&lt;br /&gt;I come back above,&lt;br /&gt;Where there is only love&lt;br /&gt;Only love…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elartenoseexplica.blogspot.com/2004/12/asomo-una-critica-y-deslizo-un.html"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/138/2520/400/dennik7_milion.2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9826987-110435052119594883?l=homenajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homenajes.blogspot.com/feeds/110435052119594883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9826987&amp;postID=110435052119594883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9826987/posts/default/110435052119594883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9826987/posts/default/110435052119594883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homenajes.blogspot.com/2004/12/million-dollar-hotel_110435052119594883.html' title='The Million Dollar Hotel'/><author><name>Laila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16775664688726319823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
