<?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-5534034</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:07:42.370-05:00</updated><category term='livin&apos;'/><title type='text'>llanerobass</title><subtitle type='html'>livin' la vida criolla</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</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>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-2818240676592190387</id><published>2007-09-27T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:01:11.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Señor MetalSeñor metal: ¿su poder es una ley?¡Pero usted no es ese reyque pueda darme batalla!Voy a vencerlo,se lo juro por mi honorporque soy un luchadorde los que muere en la raya...Yo amo con el corazón,¿y usted? Con pura pantalla... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/2818240676592190387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/2818240676592190387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_09_23_archive.html#2818240676592190387' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-2220114665451385847</id><published>2007-08-22T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T01:39:08.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sounds of Programming</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/2220114665451385847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/2220114665451385847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_08_19_archive.html#2220114665451385847' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-1183972146599022526</id><published>2007-08-17T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:40:41.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Just Like You Killed Someone...A [master] going on a journey... called his [servant]and...  gave one talent [to him]...   according to his ability...But the man... went off, dug a hole in the ground and hid his [talent]......the master... returned and settled accounts with [him]...Then the man... said... "... I was afraid and went out andhid your talent in the ground.  See, here is what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/1183972146599022526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/1183972146599022526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_08_12_archive.html#1183972146599022526' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-3619721868557629800</id><published>2007-08-02T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T01:48:33.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bittersweet SymphonySi una persona no es feliz, nunca será buena:para ser feliz es necesario amar,para amar es necesario conocer.El deseo de saber es connatural a las personas buenas.** Frase en una tarjeta de navidad de PSL.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/3619721868557629800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/3619721868557629800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_07_29_archive.html#3619721868557629800' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-8346963917117908449</id><published>2007-07-14T03:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:41:50.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qué Triste Está el Horizonte*(Sueño Contigo)Digo mil nombres, tu nombre digo... Cuando pienso en ti te estoy amando...* Bueno, este post se lo dedico a... a todas ellas, eh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/8346963917117908449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/8346963917117908449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_07_08_archive.html#8346963917117908449' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-4265819287734666190</id><published>2007-07-02T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:42:25.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Karta PostPerdónamepor no haber respondido antes...tu mail me llegó hace más de un mes!Saber de ti fue más que un alegrón:dió en el corazón...Y aquí me ves...estoy cansado, estoy contento;estoy postiando' desde adentroy en vez de un mail con tu direccióntoma esta canción!Quisiera estar como tantas veces,aquellas tardes de la pereza:El tiempo quieto, la pena lejosel bajo eléctrico sobre la mesa;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/4265819287734666190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/4265819287734666190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4265819287734666190' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-4248662297673055765</id><published>2007-06-04T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:29:50.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bassist WantedMy job is stupid, my day’s a bore;Inside this office from eight to fourNothin’ ever happens my life is pretty bland,Pretending that I’m working, pray I don’t get canned.My Cubicle, My cubicleIt’s One of Sixty twoIt’s my small space in a crowded placeJust a six-by-six foot boothAnd I hate it that’s the truthWell, I give a sigh as the bass walks by,no one ever talks to me or looks me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/4248662297673055765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/4248662297673055765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_06_03_archive.html#4248662297673055765' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-1395983918000333640</id><published>2007-05-31T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:22:43.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KarakterFriends, I'm very happy.Thank you for the wonderful evening.But I have something else to say.Some may already have suspected, but...In december I started bass school.Bravo!Bravo!Everyone has certain gifts.Each has to discover them.Then he has to develop them...So he can make progress.I'm sure each of us can make progress...However low he starts.Anyone with one goal who fights...And is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/1395983918000333640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/1395983918000333640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_05_27_archive.html#1395983918000333640' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-5675019505978649246</id><published>2007-05-22T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:46:25.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livin&apos;'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Coder in Folkland *Well, having no children, no great career ambition and no financial obligations more pressing than a crippling student loan, a quarter and a half ago, I decided to live this dream:"...and you'll be happier playing music and you'll make everybody else happier around you... Just remember: ...it's a gift of God to play music... so have fun playing music and share it with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/5675019505978649246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/5675019505978649246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_05_20_archive.html#5675019505978649246' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-117064513863118835</id><published>2007-02-04T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:25:28.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Compa: ¿Vive en la Mierda?¿Su Casa es una Ratonera?Venga... Venga y HablamosAdiós casa,adiós calle,adiós plaza de mi barrio...Se borrarán tus muchachas de mi vista,desaparecerán tus policías de la esquina;las busetas y los viejos carrosque aún pasan perseguidos por los perros...Me voy, me voy de aquí.Todo es siempre la misma vaina,    los desayunos se repiten cada mañana;en mi historia suenan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/117064513863118835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/117064513863118835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2007_02_04_archive.html#117064513863118835' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-115565944237982905</id><published>2006-08-15T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:32:20.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joroportmanteaux (I)joroporn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/115565944237982905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/115565944237982905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2006_08_13_archive.html#115565944237982905' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-115337089417869631</id><published>2006-07-19T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:45:43.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Christ(a.k.a. Green Eyes by Coldplay)Honey you are a rockUpon which I standAnd I come here to talkI hope you understand...I came here with a loadAnd it feels so much lighterNow I met youAnd honey you should knowThat I could never go on without youDear Christ...Honey you are the seaUpon which I floatAnd I came here to talkI think you should knowDear ChristYou're the one that I wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/115337089417869631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/115337089417869631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115337089417869631' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-114962079445631790</id><published>2006-06-06T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:10:51.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y por fin...... se acabó esta mierda!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114962079445631790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114962079445631790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2006_06_04_archive.html#114962079445631790' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-114931480049904369</id><published>2006-06-03T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T19:11:20.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>joroposthumousCuando yo era niñohablaba como niño,pensaba y razonaba como niño;más, cuando ya fui hombre,dejé atrás las cosas de niño...                                                Corintios 13:11</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114931480049904369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114931480049904369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114931480049904369' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-114750275383833408</id><published>2006-05-13T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:01:22.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mi Carito tiene, definitivamente, cosas de esas tres mujeres que he querido con el corazón: esa sonrisa de niña de Janis, esa actitud que mata (y remata) de Nata... y ese deseo que despierta Christin...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114750275383833408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114750275383833408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2006_05_07_archive.html#114750275383833408' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-114698695642193327</id><published>2006-05-07T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T02:35:05.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amores Escondidos*Porque lo que quiere el destinoasí será y tiene que ser:Ya eres toda una mujer,y nos vamos a querer(sin amores escondidos)...* El joropost que siempre quise postiar'...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114698695642193327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114698695642193327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2006_05_07_archive.html#114698695642193327' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-114629787870220207</id><published>2006-04-29T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:26:45.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ay, Que Llegue la Hora!(Y Que Cante el Gallo Ay Dios Mío)Mira, yo este post lo escribo... you know?Sólo quiero escribir que ella y yo estamos tan felices de habernos conocido... Qué importa si no resulta?... Mon Dieu Qu'Elle Est Belle... Esa mujer you know... tanta felicidad (y tristeza) sólo para ella y yo juntos... Qué importa si no resulta?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114629787870220207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114629787870220207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114629787870220207' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-114566719754317364</id><published>2006-04-21T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T08:15:27.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Never Give Me Your Money(You Only Give Me Your Funny Paper)Out of college, money spentSee no future, pay no rent:All the money’s gone, nowhere to go...But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go...Oh, that magic feelingNowhere to go!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114566719754317364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/114566719754317364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114566719754317364' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-113605895214212267</id><published>2005-12-31T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:00:40.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Last joroPostThat's all Pop-Folks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113605895214212267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113605895214212267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113605895214212267' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-113568992987079669</id><published>2005-12-27T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T08:28:07.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Benedict XVI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113568992987079669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113568992987079669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_12_25_archive.html#113568992987079669' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-113509555968457336</id><published>2005-12-20T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T11:31:00.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aguinaldo Llanero  De izq. a der: Raúl Riveros, Camilo Torres, Fabio Matallana,llanerobass y Richard Ariza.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113509555968457336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113509555968457336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113509555968457336' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-113477685142075335</id><published>2005-12-16T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:16:37.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Especialista en Construcción de SoftwarePero sin que el desengañoaminorara mi fe,poco a poco superéel correr de estos dos años... (bis)Ay, ya dos añosllegó la guafa* y me trajo, (bis)pongan cuidado,el sustento de sorpresa;ay, de sorpresael combate a mi tristeza, (bis)pongan cuidado,y nuevas fuentes de trabajo.Nuevas fuentes de trabajo;hoy soy el hombre que atajo (bis)cualquier mala situación (bis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113477685142075335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113477685142075335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113477685142075335' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-113385534864787476</id><published>2005-12-06T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T03:09:57.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hay tanto que sucedió en dos años...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113385534864787476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113385534864787476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113385534864787476' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-113374931134726534</id><published>2005-12-04T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:46:58.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cajuches* De izq. a der. : Raúl "Kike" Riveros, llanerobass,Omar "Chocorramo" Fandiño &amp; Alejandro "El Cajuche" Barragán Sabanita, sabanita, sabana de Bogotáayer le pedí a las estrellas que no me falte el rial';y antes que se vaya mi hermanoque le diga a Barragán que prepare su conjuntoque haré fiesta en El Morichal...Serán bajadas? Serán subidas?O serán los tantos tropiezos de la vida mía?  * </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113374931134726534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113374931134726534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113374931134726534' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-113257574710222531</id><published>2005-11-21T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T07:22:27.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joropo*  * ... para la inmensa minoría</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113257574710222531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113257574710222531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_11_20_archive.html#113257574710222531' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-113097881119040320</id><published>2005-11-02T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:48:33.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joropossessed!(click on the image) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113097881119040320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113097881119040320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113097881119040320' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-113088245166631629</id><published>2005-11-01T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T17:00:51.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pendant 2 AnsJe suis content.Je découvre...... à quel point...... tu es antipathique.Formidablement antipathique!Et, pardonne ma sincérité...... tu n'as aucun intérêt!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113088245166631629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/113088245166631629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113088245166631629' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112926923130381449</id><published>2005-10-14T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:06:58.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BluetterflySomeone like youCan make me feel like I used to do...Return my heart, yeah,Make it feel like it does at the start...Someone like you,Someone like you, yeahUh, uh, uh, uh...Uh, uh, uh, uh...Uh, uh, uh, uh...Uh, uh, uh, uh...New Order - Someone Like You (2k1) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112926923130381449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112926923130381449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112926923130381449' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112913935082401980</id><published>2005-10-12T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T13:06:06.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Québec La température est idéale,le bleu du ciel irréel...La destination est un mystèreMais c’est le bonheur sans escaleNous volons au dessus des nuagesPrenez un verre de kérosène…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112913935082401980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112913935082401980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112913935082401980' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112857153334633446</id><published>2005-10-05T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:23:09.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Ocean Child,My Butterfly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112857153334633446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112857153334633446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112857153334633446' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112735841939814440</id><published>2005-09-21T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:06:59.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Backwards</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112735841939814440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112735841939814440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112735841939814440' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112732116907674431</id><published>2005-09-21T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:23:27.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un petaco, please... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112732116907674431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112732116907674431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112732116907674431' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112716646285225096</id><published>2005-09-19T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T16:41:49.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>¿Baby Bass?Y, si es varón, tiene que sercomo su padre: joropero al 100;algo de Beatles y de french rock,bajista y loco para el amor...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112716646285225096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112716646285225096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112716646285225096' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112686862660646204</id><published>2005-09-16T06:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:05:07.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lamento del Canoero(Serenatero Memories)Curiara: Canoe-like vessel made of the trunk of asingle tree. The larger vessels are known as bongos.Tú lloras porque me voy, trigueña linda,y yo porque tú te quedas...vamos a llorar los dos,¿verdad mi vida?,igual una misma pena...Conmigo te llevaría,si es que llevarte pudiera...pero el río está creciendo,prenda querida,y mi curiara es pequeña...Al no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112686862660646204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112686862660646204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112686862660646204' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112661418740492326</id><published>2005-09-13T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:30:55.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonada de Luna Llena(by Simón Díaz)La tonada es un canto de acompañamiento al ordeño o al arreo y, su expresión, está dada por el estado anímico de su ejecutante (que improvisa sus versos a capela)..."Yo vide una garza moradándole el combate a un río;así es como se enamora aytu corazón con el mío..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112661418740492326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112661418740492326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112661418740492326' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112644863523972410</id><published>2005-09-11T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T06:45:21.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carretera   Onda Nueva es a la música colombo-venezolana,lo que Bossa Nova a la brasilera</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112644863523972410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112644863523972410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112644863523972410' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112606353872078246</id><published>2005-09-06T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:26:48.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>War Pigs(Katrina is not Black Gold)  In the fields the bodies burningAs the war machine keeps turningDeath and hatred to mankind poisoning their brainwashed minds! Oh Lord... Yeah! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112606353872078246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112606353872078246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112606353872078246' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112601756424977870</id><published>2005-09-06T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:24:09.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Colombian LlanerobassmenEste post es un homenaje a tres de los verdaderos(y jóvenes) llanerobassmen de Colombia:de izq. a der. Carlos " Calao' " López,Adrián Santos y Juan Carlos ContrerasRecuerdos de esos primeros años de escuela en San Martín, tocando con Adrián en la banda de guerra y aprendiendo de la danza y la música del joropo (con la fortuna de haber tenido a Diana, su hermana, por pareja</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112601756424977870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112601756424977870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112601756424977870' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112584433148808880</id><published>2005-09-04T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T09:32:11.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pajarillo (Trash)  A form of Joropo, the Pajarillo is a fast 3/4,mainly a I-IV-V progression in a minor keythat modulates to major (at the bridge)...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112584433148808880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112584433148808880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112584433148808880' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112580357938587498</id><published>2005-09-03T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:12:59.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angst* A feeling of anxiety or apprehensionoften accompanied by depression...* From Middle High German angest, from Old High German angust  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112580357938587498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112580357938587498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112580357938587498' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112577800665324154</id><published>2005-09-03T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:53:04.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bulerillo (Bulerías &amp; Pajarillo)"...de la palabra Joropo, relatan que proviene de xarop (palabra árabe que significa jarabe)... el Joropo proviene del Viejo Continente, pues posee formas y maneras afines al flamenco y a otros bailes andaluces..." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112577800665324154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112577800665324154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112577800665324154' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112577304484183766</id><published>2005-09-03T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T14:37:14.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Numerao' (by llanerobass) Y el que me conoce sabeque me gusta joropiar'(que me gusta joropiar')a buen metro y con maracas,arpa, cuatro y bass slap(arpa, cuatro y bass slap)...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112577304484183766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112577304484183766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112577304484183766' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112554177935172271</id><published>2005-08-31T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:12:27.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladinobass En el jardín Andalus musulmanes, judíos y cristianos  (unos con otros, Yaveh, Allah y Jesús al tiempo) convivieron durante 7 centurias, formando una extraña amalgama que, desde hace 20, tanto me inspira como me inquieta... Y, a veces, la recuerdo bajo lejanas formas de tonadas moriscas...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112554177935172271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112554177935172271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112554177935172271' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112525805395004056</id><published>2005-08-28T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T14:41:48.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Los Joropo Brothers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112525805395004056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112525805395004056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_28_archive.html#112525805395004056' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112520128047626558</id><published>2005-08-27T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T14:54:39.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dead Meat (Serenatero Memories) La vida me llevó a exigirme en extensas jornadas de Joropo (comenzando desde las 12 del medio día hasta que ya casi clareaba el alba) y, después de tantos toques (y a pesar de lo variado de las viandas, las bebidas, las miradas y algo más), me sobrevenía el hambre "de verdad"; entonces, sabíamos llegar a un lugar donde siempre se conseguía comida caliente (sin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112520128047626558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112520128047626558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112520128047626558' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112468998950978895</id><published>2005-08-22T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T14:35:46.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Canción de Cuna*Con los ojos en blanco,levanta el vueloy abandona la tierrapara irte al cielo.Duerme niño míocon las moras silvestresde mi cariño,de mi cariño.Sabanitas de noche,cuna de plumasy, en las cuatro esquinitas,tus cuatro lunas...Duerme, duerme, niño míocon las moras silvestresde mi cariño,de mi cariño...*  Porque me tendrás paciencia, porque en ti realmente valen la pena esas boras </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112468998950978895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112468998950978895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112468998950978895' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112416162628852667</id><published>2005-08-15T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:34:27.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She Came In Through The Bathroom Window </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112416162628852667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112416162628852667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112416162628852667' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112399522971976866</id><published>2005-08-13T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T22:17:44.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only A Northern Song </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112399522971976866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112399522971976866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112399522971976866' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112377634961029414</id><published>2005-08-11T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:18:34.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dueto "Llano +"... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112377634961029414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112377634961029414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112377634961029414' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112377270409950491</id><published>2005-08-11T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:05:04.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mamado con las Mamonas Cachacas"... escuchando la filosofía llanera a través de las canciones, y viendo que esta Sabana es en realidad infinita, entendí la gloria que se debe sentir al ser un Llanero..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112377270409950491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112377270409950491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112377270409950491' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112377137534481683</id><published>2005-08-11T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T10:44:36.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Versos sobre un Pajarillo*(Tañido**)Joropo: endulza mis dedospara postiarte' con  ganas,tu has sido mi fiel compañero...en las buenas y en las malas;cuando te toco yo sientogran regocijo en mi alma,el corazón se me ensanchay algo me quema la garganta...****Pajarillo: Otra de las estructuras armónicas del Joropo, interpretada en 6/8.**Tañido: Grito del coplero pa' comenzar el Joropo.*** That's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112377137534481683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112377137534481683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112377137534481683' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112317303381292337</id><published>2005-08-04T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T16:14:17.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Versos Sobre un Gaván*Mi abuelo fue el serenateroque enamoró a Doña Esclavay cuando pequeña le templélas moña' a Elive Jhowana...* Gaván: Una de las estructuras armónicas del Joropo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112317303381292337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112317303381292337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112317303381292337' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112294681103603022</id><published>2005-08-01T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:46:19.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Priere Elle se consume ma gitane.Me refait sa guerre d'Espagne.Elle m'enfume...J'ai mon couteau dans la plaie.Les mots filent comme des motos.Jusqu'au sang...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112294681103603022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112294681103603022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_31_archive.html#112294681103603022' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112183630422159727</id><published>2005-07-20T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:52:43.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bring Back Your Fuck(Malos Pensamientos Errata) Bring backyour loveto me.Bring backyour love(son malos pensamientos)to me.Bring backyour love(líberalo)to me.(Líbera, líbera, libéramelo)Bring backyour loveto me.(Son sólo malos pensamientosdando vueltas en mí)Bring backyour loveto me.(Oh! nena, no!,oh! nena, no!,oh! nena, no!)Bring backyour loveto me.(Dentro de mí,dentro,dentro de mí,dentro de mí)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112183630422159727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112183630422159727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112183630422159727' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112149463551103353</id><published>2005-07-16T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:40:13.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cabellos Cortos*Y te buscaré por todo el mundo,siempre que tengas el pelo largo...y te buscaré por todo el mundo, siempre que tengas el pelo largo:porque, yo en ti, vivo pensando con un cariño muy profundo...(porque, yo en ti, viviré pensando  con este cariño tan profundo...) * She knows what I´m posting about...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112149463551103353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112149463551103353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112149463551103353' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112140167185613518</id><published>2005-07-14T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:30:22.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While My Guitar Gently WeepsAs I'm sitting here doing nothing but aging, Still my guitar gently weeps...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112140167185613518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112140167185613518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112140167185613518' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112091625512800975</id><published>2005-07-09T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:17:04.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Directo Cra. 30 Este armario en movimientoparece más un tobogán:por 1200 pesos te estropeanlos riñones y algo más.Los ladrones y el mal geniome los tengo que aguantar,¿me los tengo que aguantar?...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112091625512800975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112091625512800975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112091625512800975' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112086548423013002</id><published>2005-07-08T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T19:06:16.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Corazón Marcao'(If the ECG Reveals a Problem...) No volvere a 'manecé'al pie de un arpa cantando,entre palos de aguardientecon una muchacha al lado,bregando al verso ladino*con copleros veteranos... Ladino: Indio que habla bien el castellano </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112086548423013002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112086548423013002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112086548423013002' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112083597856848594</id><published>2005-07-08T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T12:59:38.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La Guacharaca de Cuco Desde Washington, Danny (Ladino él, primo nuestro) nos envió este álbum grabado por el Grupo Cimarrón y nominado a los Grammy Awards en la categoría "Best Traditional World Music Album". Este álbum es, sencillamente, hermoso. Nada lo explica mejor que este extracto del cuadernillo acompañante:As rural llaneros migrate in large numbers to the urban capital, Bogota, in search </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112083597856848594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112083597856848594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112083597856848594' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112079869965407320</id><published>2005-07-07T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:38:12.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long, Long, Long Now I'm so happy: I´ve found you... How I loved you!  So many tears  I was searching, So many tears  I was wasting...  Oh! Oh!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112079869965407320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112079869965407320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112079869965407320' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112059263062889991</id><published>2005-07-05T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:43:50.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não Mais AmargurasApesar de tudo existeuma fonte de água pura:quem beber daquela águanão terá mais amargura...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112059263062889991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112059263062889991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112059263062889991' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112032008791859542</id><published>2005-07-02T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T17:27:00.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amapola (Serenatero Dream is Over) Entre parrandosviví yo de cancionerocon Amapola tocandomi bajo serenatero;¡cómo gozamos toditossacándo riales* del cuerdero!Lástima que, al final,todo se volvió un mierdero... * Rial: Mil pesos moneda corriente. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112032008791859542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112032008791859542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112032008791859542' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-112010892703364637</id><published>2005-06-30T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T00:28:20.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Si les anges m'abandonnent...je resterai calme.Que Dieu me pardonne,que Dieu me pardonne...le doute s'installeje resterai calm'...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112010892703364637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/112010892703364637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112010892703364637' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111980303161319279</id><published>2005-06-26T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:28:33.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gladys (Pedro Colombet) Con el tiempo han llegado a gustarme mucho los bambucos así como "atravesaítos'", en particular el cuarto track de este álbum..."a séduit son auditoire... par son humour,  qui le rend très proche du public"  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111980303161319279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111980303161319279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111980303161319279' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111958818421323367</id><published>2005-06-23T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:43:04.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angustia (Que se Queda y No Se Va)¿Cómo no estarinundado de tu aromasi estuve navegando(como dormido)entre tus olas?Si naufragono me ahogas...Si hoy me muero,¿tú me lloras?¿Cúando llegará esa hora?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111958818421323367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111958818421323367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111958818421323367' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111948193109691630</id><published>2005-06-22T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:13:14.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B@ss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111948193109691630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111948193109691630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111948193109691630' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111940998484740524</id><published>2005-06-21T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:18:21.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L'âge d'orJe danse en ces temps d'abondance; ici, aucun destin n'hésite. Changé depuis deux secondes, un monde respire... Je culmine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111940998484740524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111940998484740524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111940998484740524' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111923342169963349</id><published>2005-06-19T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T10:07:07.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Most Beautiful Serenatero MemoryMeses después de la noche aquellame convertí en ingeniero,pero también fui serenateroantes de merecerme tu amor;y hoy te brindo el corazónque de alegría lo tienes lleno:de las vivencias que aquí cuentocreo que éste es mi mejor post...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111923342169963349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111923342169963349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111923342169963349' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111905032133525508</id><published>2005-06-17T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:31:49.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Solitary Man A thousand miles,a thousand dreams,a thousand roads you’ve seen;You crash and burn to mark this fragile state of love...A solitary man.He craves love secretly.A solitary man feels better when he bleeds...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111905032133525508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111905032133525508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111905032133525508' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111894597264153139</id><published>2005-06-16T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:23:29.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby, I'm A Rich ManBaby I'm a rich man,Baby I'm a rich man,Baby I'm a rich man too...I keep all my money in a  big bass black bag inside my room...What a thing to do!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111894597264153139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111894597264153139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111894597264153139' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111890680338925842</id><published>2005-06-16T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T02:33:29.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tinto ReadingsHace ya 450 noches que, por vez última, me leyó el cafe. Me dijo que el destino no nos separaba, que bastaría una carta (la que nunca escribo, por la que aún espera); me habló también de una mariposa con las alas azules y de sonrisa amplia (y generosa)... y no cesaba de repetir, sin parar, "que hombre más enamorao' ". Pero también me dijo que mi camino no sería llano...How long do I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111890680338925842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111890680338925842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111890680338925842' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111887030664089188</id><published>2005-06-15T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:48:15.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llanera Wood (Serenatero Memories)Parecía fácil: dos cervezas y a dormir (porque, al otro día, tenía que tocar en Puerto López)... Pero no... esa madrugada las dos cervezas casi me matan...I once had a girl, or should I say,she once had her?...They showed me her roomisn't it good, llanera wood?They asked me to stay andshe told me to sit anywhere,So I looked around and I noticedthere weren't two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111887030664089188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111887030664089188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111887030664089188' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111875171897892034</id><published>2005-06-14T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:25:38.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joquito  Perrenque es lo que tenemos nosotros Jhowis... sí o no?Congratulations!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111875171897892034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111875171897892034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111875171897892034' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111872665735807143</id><published>2005-06-14T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:24:17.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black Bile (Seranatero Memories)I can’ believe What I’ve seen‘Cause I believed in youMy California girlYou  remind me of all the things that wereIt doesn’t matter anymore‘Cause now  you’re a porn star...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111872665735807143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111872665735807143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111872665735807143' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111837853369845536</id><published>2005-06-09T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:42:13.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La naturaleza ha preparado mejor a las mujeres para ser madres y esposas que a los hombres para ser padres y maridos.  Los hombres tienen que improvisar.Theodor Reik</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111837853369845536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111837853369845536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111837853369845536' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111809475289011360</id><published>2005-06-06T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:54:09.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VIH?La ciencia es amoral. La naturaleza no sabe de moral.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111809475289011360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111809475289011360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111809475289011360' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111795938743750119</id><published>2005-06-05T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T03:25:04.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Atlanta CallingEstaba aquí(sentado en mi computador)afuera el mundo gira(era todo una gran revolución)...Levanto la bocina(y a los lejos tu voz)a toda le bajé a la música(y apagué el televisor)...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111795938743750119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111795938743750119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111795938743750119' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111778933480836304</id><published>2005-06-03T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T04:02:14.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Serenatero Enamorao'Yo reconozcohaber vivido enamorao',tocando de lado a ladoy el recordarlo hoy me entretiene...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111778933480836304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111778933480836304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111778933480836304' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111768697306045590</id><published>2005-06-01T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T13:01:40.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trago a los Músicos  Me correspondió por fortuna, y por voluntad casi que inconsciente, el ejercicio empírico del Joropo (pero no por ello un ejercicio menos importante que el académico de otras músicas). Ahora que tanto lo pienso, sólo espero haber honrado (con la admiración y el respeto que en mí despierta) ese oficio de serenateros del que otrora gozaran, cada uno en su época pero con los </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111768697306045590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111768697306045590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111768697306045590' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111759585195818265</id><published>2005-05-31T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:27:39.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bajo las lluvias de Mayo...Y cómo voy a hacer para negar que te he querido,después de este año y medio que los dos hemos vivido?Y cómo voy a hacer para negarme que ya te extrañosi, apenas hoy, el tercer módulo está comenzando?...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111759585195818265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111759585195818265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111759585195818265' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111738333677120647</id><published>2005-05-29T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:35:05.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joropo Girls IIY ella viene desde aquia volverse, también, Ingenier@ de Sistemas..."porque los volantones llaneros se van con rumbos lejanos con el único propósito de, en la vida, ser algo..." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111738333677120647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111738333677120647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111738333677120647' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111738315697219359</id><published>2005-05-29T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T11:17:52.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joropo Girls Agapita es sanmartineray, ahora, es parrillera con su pá aquí en Bogotá...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111738315697219359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111738315697219359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111738315697219359' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111722888659152725</id><published>2005-05-27T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:25:36.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HommesA proposito de esta desafortunada columna, alguien comentó:"En cuanto a los profesores cuchillas, estos sí que son una calamidad de la educación superior colombiana. Individuos generalmente librescos, que no cuentan con ningún ejercicio práctico de su profesión, que se la pasan de beca en beca y que tienen lemas tales como que "el cinco es para el profesor" y sandeces similares..."Cualquier</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111722888659152725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111722888659152725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111722888659152725' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111704781291063346</id><published>2005-05-25T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:03:32.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amor (Total)Claro que no, si somos libresde vivir con decir la verdadpara no hundirse en tremenda desconfianzay quedar... amor total, amor total...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111704781291063346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111704781291063346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111704781291063346' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111695107264389450</id><published>2005-05-24T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:40:06.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ECoS (Pañete Kings?) (Click on the image) "Creo que, para aprender a construir un edificio, no es necesario pegar 5.000 ladrillos…"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111695107264389450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111695107264389450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111695107264389450' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111668959213661207</id><published>2005-05-21T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T10:33:12.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christin"Cómo mi vida toda cambió(cuando el destino me la mostró)?y aquellos ojos que me miraban(sin darme cuenta me hipnotizaban)...Y tal vez por eso, no sentí este cambio en míseguía mirándola tan linda, tan hermosa;néctar y aroma de rosa (y con espinas también)...y se llamaba mujer, y se llamaba Cristinay fue la luz más seguraa mi blinded padecer..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111668959213661207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111668959213661207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111668959213661207' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111660923813396525</id><published>2005-05-20T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:16:16.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LlanerobassDepronto para escucharlo al leerlo, un bajo llanero debería escribirse :"pam, pampám, pampám"cuando se toca por corrio' (en 3/4).Y, si se toca por derecho (o le dicen tambien cruzao' o atravesao') suena así:"úm, papa, úm, papa, úm, papa" (eso es en 6/8) .Es demasiado basico, lo sé... pero queríaa escribirlo desde hace rato.    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111660923813396525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111660923813396525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111660923813396525' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111655876576840641</id><published>2005-05-19T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:22:40.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CotiZone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111655876576840641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111655876576840641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111655876576840641' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111645291326018223</id><published>2005-05-18T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T16:48:33.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pajarillo Moro</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111645291326018223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111645291326018223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111645291326018223' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111639409007781535</id><published>2005-05-18T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:28:10.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Serenatiando´ AgainHace mucho que no serenatiaba´ yo y hoy me volvió a tocar... el joropo es muy bacano pero... sí, definitivamente, ya no podía tocar más...Y me cansé de andar del timbo al tambo, de andar buscando algo que no iba a hallar: le entregue mis riendas enseguida era ella lo que quería, porque entre tantas farras y bebidas podía terminar sin paz, sin moral y sólo en la vida Ay...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111639409007781535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111639409007781535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111639409007781535' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111600735892027360</id><published>2005-05-13T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T13:09:13.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tale of Three Cities(Click on the image) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111600735892027360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111600735892027360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111600735892027360' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111593108474858082</id><published>2005-05-12T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T15:51:24.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La quiero a ella porque es distinta,me da su amor pero sin maliciay no me quiere por lo que tengosino el amor que por ella siento...Doctora, doctora, doctora míanoches muy tristes sin tu alegríay es que no hay nada que yo no haríapor ti mi dama que en mí confias...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111593108474858082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111593108474858082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111593108474858082' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111588156932515629</id><published>2005-05-12T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:06:09.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Step on the Gas...Son las 2 a.m. y apenas ahora llego de estudiar... en verdad siento un poco de cansancio y algo de gripa... pero qué grata sorpresa encuentro como "Mensaje Recibido" en el celular!Sweet Dreams My Llanerobass!!! Remitente: My Ocean Child, My Butterfly Cel Enviado: 11 Mayo 2005 11:15 p.m.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111588156932515629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111588156932515629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111588156932515629' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111585195600531822</id><published>2005-05-11T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:47:46.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joropo Blasphemer!(Click on the image)Mucho gusto en conocerlotengo señor Satanás.Zamuros de la Barrosasalgan del Arcornocalque al Diablo lo cogió el díaqueriéndome atropellar.(Fragmento de "Florentino y el Diablo", leyenda llanera) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111585195600531822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111585195600531822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111585195600531822' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111575262162912557</id><published>2005-05-10T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T21:54:55.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Llanero WannabeBogotan joroper,Bogotan iluso:sin sombrero, sin caballo,  sin silla de montar;lo hago perfecto, lo hago fantástico,siento envidia de los plainsmen de verdad(sin ninguna verguenza)...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111575262162912557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111575262162912557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111575262162912557' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111567770238299358</id><published>2005-05-09T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T17:31:22.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El Joropito de MichelleCuando me dices "Monito"tú eres mi único querer mi Michelle...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111567770238299358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111567770238299358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111567770238299358' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111555853005891797</id><published>2005-05-08T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T08:22:10.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La Potra Que Me Tumbó IIHa tratado muchas vecesde provocar el encuentro(para ver si me olvidó)y así arrancarse del pechoese amargo sentimientoque este recuerdo le dejó...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111555853005891797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111555853005891797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111555853005891797' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111548632592547426</id><published>2005-05-07T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T12:28:19.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friends of MusicY tocamos Quirpa y Gavilán,Chipola y Seis por Derecho;también canciones románticasy pasajes, ay!, de despecho...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111548632592547426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111548632592547426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111548632592547426' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111548341043843693</id><published>2005-05-07T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:30:10.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thx MomY tú que me lo advertiste,madre mía tú me dijistecosas que nunca te oí;hoy pago las consecuenciaspor lo insensato que fuí...Por tanta mujer bonita (caras bonitas)¿cuánto tiempo no perdí?,suerte que tengo a ti mama(lo más grande para mí)...Cuántos amores vieja mía,cuántos amores me han abordadoen mi largo recorridopor todos estos caminosdel dolor y del placer:si he perdido los estribos,¿</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111548341043843693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111548341043843693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111548341043843693' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534034.post-111542233304260941</id><published>2005-05-06T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:40:18.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ay My Doctora Molina...My doctora bonita...te extraño, te anhelo,te pienso y siento que me voy a dormir;y, haciendome el uniandino, se me hace largo el modulopa' contigo yo estar...Recuerdo tus besos...tu cara, tu pelo,tus ojos y tu dulce hablar;y junto al joropo Dios te bendijo(por ser parte del destino que anhelo llevar)...Ya algunas notas estan dadas,solo faltan par trasnochadaspa' que contigo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111542233304260941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534034/posts/default/111542233304260941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://llanerobass.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111542233304260941' title=''/><author><name>llanerobass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05666710659385343256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
