<?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-3467209367913317504</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:24:28.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirium</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luis Cuadrado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046823138836905646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SXD8MaX4s5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/446U03oiD1o/S220/n581315318_4356351_1641%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467209367913317504.post-2211981580279781359</id><published>2009-03-27T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:04:18.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/Sc0G9uxz_xI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b3ozH-yoUzs/s1600-h/My+little+back+pack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317914392593170194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/Sc0G9uxz_xI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b3ozH-yoUzs/s200/My+little+back+pack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rom all the things that I can be recognized; I never imagine that people will know me because of this. Maybe people can say -Hey look that is the Latin guy or the Puertorrican guy. They even could say -Oh! That is the guy was lost in Muncie and the police gave him a ride back to his dorm ealrly on the morning. Even they can say that I am the guy who interview for College of Communication and Information Media, Year in Review in the Deans office or at least they can say I took a class with that guy. But no! To my surprize there are people now that know me just because of my little back pack. Its funny but hey the only thing left to do is just keep wearing it! See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467209367913317504-2211981580279781359?l=deliriodelloko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/feeds/2211981580279781359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/03/famous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/2211981580279781359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/2211981580279781359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/03/famous.html' title='Famous?!?!'/><author><name>Luis Cuadrado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046823138836905646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SXD8MaX4s5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/446U03oiD1o/S220/n581315318_4356351_1641%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/Sc0G9uxz_xI/AAAAAAAAAUc/b3ozH-yoUzs/s72-c/My+little+back+pack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467209367913317504.post-9073412041157070041</id><published>2009-03-20T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:21:39.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/ScQW6cswGJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EBLw_YYhXTU/s1600-h/Boston+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315398653596145810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/ScQW6cswGJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EBLw_YYhXTU/s200/Boston+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring Break!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flied to Boston where my uncle lives. I was exited to visit new places and explore new things. But in my previous visit to Boston in 1995 I visited the New England Aquarium. I was eight and it was really exiting to discover all those animals that lived in the ocean. I have a special link with the ocean maybe is because I was raised on an Island and was there I felted like a peculiar bond. Well this time I went by myself and sayed all day almost until they closed. Oh! all those fish I felt a little less homesick and that's is because my hobbie at home is to go spearfishing almost once a month. But at the same time I felt a little frustrated while staring at the big three floors hight fish tank with the fishes that I usually get but way bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467209367913317504-9073412041157070041?l=deliriodelloko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/feeds/9073412041157070041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/03/aquarium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/9073412041157070041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/9073412041157070041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/03/aquarium.html' title='Aquarium'/><author><name>Luis Cuadrado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046823138836905646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SXD8MaX4s5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/446U03oiD1o/S220/n581315318_4356351_1641%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/ScQW6cswGJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/EBLw_YYhXTU/s72-c/Boston+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467209367913317504.post-1337201452084029404</id><published>2009-03-06T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:49:49.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See ya!</title><content type='html'>Change: means to become different, to pass from one phase to another.&lt;br /&gt;Today I will talk about the new journey in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I see it like the beginning of something great, magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;That maybe one day can contribute to change people perspective.&lt;br /&gt;I am about to pursue my dream as a Film maker.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Los Angeles a place that I have never been before. But I know that it will never be the same, at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;A place where I will miss my language, my culture,(mi patria) my homeland , my friends , my family and my dog if I had one&lt;br /&gt;Next semester I will be no more around you guys. But you all will be with me. Helping me succeed, giving me support with the good memories that we shared together that keep me focused for the new challenges ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you for helping me grow, thanks you for been part of my life.And remember this is not a good bye, this is only a “see you later”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467209367913317504-1337201452084029404?l=deliriodelloko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/feeds/1337201452084029404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/03/see-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/1337201452084029404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/1337201452084029404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/03/see-ya.html' title='See ya!'/><author><name>Luis Cuadrado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046823138836905646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SXD8MaX4s5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/446U03oiD1o/S220/n581315318_4356351_1641%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467209367913317504.post-2066458849148121008</id><published>2009-02-19T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:35:40.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a crazy romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SZ4HPfgU9KI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dHn2UumxbFQ/s1600-h/flor+de+lotto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304685373825545378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SZ4HPfgU9KI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dHn2UumxbFQ/s200/flor+de+lotto.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was walking on the sidewalk of life, watching every flower that was on my way. Like carried by destiny, with a smile you had brightened my senses, making me more conscious of the why of my hearts beats. In my mind is still constant your lovely look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; only have seen you just one second and my world have change. For me the other ones are all the same. Welcome to my priorities; hold for a moment, I only want time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am just a crazy romantic, a passionate dreamer of the complicated simplicity of the feeling of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467209367913317504-2066458849148121008?l=deliriodelloko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/feeds/2066458849148121008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-walking-on-sidewalk-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/2066458849148121008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/2066458849148121008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-walking-on-sidewalk-of-life.html' title='Just a crazy romantic'/><author><name>Luis Cuadrado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046823138836905646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SXD8MaX4s5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/446U03oiD1o/S220/n581315318_4356351_1641%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SZ4HPfgU9KI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dHn2UumxbFQ/s72-c/flor+de+lotto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467209367913317504.post-4448124169211168923</id><published>2009-02-12T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:14:13.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Patria" (Home land)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SZSC5P5HxdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3x19KViwCCo/s1600-h/faro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302006581352187346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SZSC5P5HxdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3x19KViwCCo/s200/faro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ome land have been so many days that I haven’t seen you. My heart struggle because it can not be part of your soil. I dream with its sunsets and mountains. I hear the recording of my soul that mimics the sound of the night and my memories are filled with the smell of the sweet coast breeze. I close my eyes and I see myself talking with the Gods of the sacred mountain. Oh home land! Is a punishment to desire you and at the same time know that never I can have you like before. Maybe is the fault of my cruel destiny, for love you more than I was doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467209367913317504-4448124169211168923?l=deliriodelloko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/feeds/4448124169211168923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/02/patria-home-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/4448124169211168923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/4448124169211168923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/02/patria-home-land.html' title='&quot;Patria&quot; (Home land)'/><author><name>Luis Cuadrado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046823138836905646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SXD8MaX4s5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/446U03oiD1o/S220/n581315318_4356351_1641%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SZSC5P5HxdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3x19KViwCCo/s72-c/faro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467209367913317504.post-7447007405843740961</id><published>2009-02-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:11:51.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zipper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his story starts at one of my classes at Puerto Rico. I just met a girl in this class and weeks later I invite her to on a date. Well, we agree to go see a movie I know; it’s not the best place to go, but that’s what happened. I was doing my regular preparations at home, like trying to guess what to wear-- yes we guys do that from time-to-time. So, I was dressing up, looking at the mirror trying to think what I will say, what will impress her and trying to figure out if I will wear my shirt tucked-in or pulled out. I tucked it in and then realized that it’s to formal so I just pull it out, quickly put some cologne on and ran to the car because I was a little late. Blasting some reaggeton music I just drove my way through the night traffic and at the cinema just in time. We select a romantic comedy. We had some fun and after the movie, went to a Subway. In there the lady that was making my sub she wanted to mess with me so she put a lot of mayonnaise into the sub haha! Can you can imagine what happen; it dripped into my shirt. The only thing that I could think to say was “Hey pardon me but my parents didn’t teach me how to eat in public”. She laughed and I thought I manage to get myself out of this one safe. I walked her to her car, talked a little bit and let her go. We had a great time that night. When I got home I just pass by the mirror again to have a last look of how I was looking. Sexy I thought-na, just kidding but it was at that moment that I figure out that the whole night I had my zipper down. So if you are trying to figure out how your shirt looks better, please make sure that after wards you pull up your zipper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467209367913317504-7447007405843740961?l=deliriodelloko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/feeds/7447007405843740961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/02/zipper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/7447007405843740961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/7447007405843740961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/02/zipper.html' title='Zipper'/><author><name>Luis Cuadrado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046823138836905646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SXD8MaX4s5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/446U03oiD1o/S220/n581315318_4356351_1641%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467209367913317504.post-138771804402256400</id><published>2009-01-28T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:27:47.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ime has carried me here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;has abandoned me to my own luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the only thing that holds me is hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I go wherever the wind takes me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The dust bunny behind the sofa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467209367913317504-138771804402256400?l=deliriodelloko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/feeds/138771804402256400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-ime-has-carried-me-here-has-abandoned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/138771804402256400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/138771804402256400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-ime-has-carried-me-here-has-abandoned.html' title=''/><author><name>Luis Cuadrado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046823138836905646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SXD8MaX4s5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/446U03oiD1o/S220/n581315318_4356351_1641%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3467209367913317504.post-6402790263762938345</id><published>2009-01-21T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:37:42.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is...</title><content type='html'>Delirium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Pathology. a more or less temporary disorder of the mental faculties, as in fevers, disturbances of consciousness, or intoxication, characterized by restlessness, excitement, delusions, hallucinations, etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me... a bit of the delirium of life touches me every day. It can manifest even in the most simple and usual things, those that you do every day. A little bit of illusion that manifest in a faint smile of a stranger that cross the street. That brings you hope for the “whatever” of the day. That also can bring misunderstanding to those around you. A tiny spark of creativity that a muse can give, to make you a little crazy so your soul can smile of the silliness of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3467209367913317504-6402790263762938345?l=deliriodelloko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/feeds/6402790263762938345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/6402790263762938345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3467209367913317504/posts/default/6402790263762938345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deliriodelloko.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is.html' title='What is...'/><author><name>Luis Cuadrado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046823138836905646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQJViHyPYK0/SXD8MaX4s5I/AAAAAAAAAS8/446U03oiD1o/S220/n581315318_4356351_1641%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
