<?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-1169201123344275329</id><updated>2011-12-27T17:12:04.785-08:00</updated><category term='saucillo'/><category term='musica'/><category term='joterias'/><category term='buddypress'/><category term='xpresshosting'/><category term='diseño'/><category term='tequilavalley'/><category term='ning'/><title type='text'>ASTRAL INSOMNIA</title><subtitle type='html'>Aquí ni hay nada</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-1182370897754315796</id><published>2010-10-20T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:41:25.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaparrito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/astral-insomnia/5098570853/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1219/5098570853_c3259d022b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/astral-insomnia/5098570853/"&gt;Chaparrito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/astral-insomnia/"&gt;Astral Insomnia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;your hand in mine&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-1182370897754315796?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/1182370897754315796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=1182370897754315796' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/1182370897754315796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/1182370897754315796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2010/10/chaparrito.html' title='Chaparrito'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1219/5098570853_c3259d022b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-4467170428769202212</id><published>2010-06-10T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:27:15.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hipnosis - quiero ver dentro de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/astral-insomnia/4688596021/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4688596021_bc0f1f341e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/astral-insomnia/4688596021/"&gt;Hipnosis - quiero ver dentro de ti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/astral-insomnia/"&gt;Astral Insomnia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as much as i hate macros, and my little sleepy eyes, this came out quite nicely, isn't it?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-4467170428769202212?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4467170428769202212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=4467170428769202212' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/4467170428769202212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/4467170428769202212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2010/06/hipnosis-quiero-ver-dentro-de-ti.html' title='Hipnosis - quiero ver dentro de ti'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4688596021_bc0f1f341e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-3897690283633278171</id><published>2009-11-09T02:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:09:38.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signify</title><content type='html'>Siempre he querido hacer algo para que la gente recuerde quien fui realmente.&lt;br&gt;Nacemos, Vivimos, Morimos, y algunos solo desaparecen y son olvidados.&lt;br&gt;he extrañado a tantas personas y tal vez nunca lo sabrán. Trato de Significar, de dejar huella en alguien&lt;br&gt; no sé como ni para qué. tal vez solo quiero saber que se siente.&lt;br&gt;soy un tipo solitario, mi nombre es Rubén, y tal vez estos sean los últimos días de mi vida.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--La grabación se corta.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Ruben Tel Aviv Tapes. part 1&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-3897690283633278171?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3897690283633278171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=3897690283633278171' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/3897690283633278171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/3897690283633278171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2009/11/signify.html' title='Signify'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-6579992997799418919</id><published>2009-06-06T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:20:19.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/Sisj414rnMI/AAAAAAAAABk/E2JbuspnFFk/s1600-h/undressed_momento-719462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/Sisj414rnMI/AAAAAAAAABk/E2JbuspnFFk/s320/undressed_momento-719462.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404842249690306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/Sisj5FhJKHI/AAAAAAAAABs/FYtZiltej8k/s1600-h/notthatsimple-720371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/Sisj5FhJKHI/AAAAAAAAABs/FYtZiltej8k/s320/notthatsimple-720371.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404846445930610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/Sisj5FgoeaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cimK5Mhlmdc/s1600-h/cropdisplay-720778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/Sisj5FgoeaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cimK5Mhlmdc/s320/cropdisplay-720778.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344404846443788706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;José Francisco Burrola &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rocanlover.net"&gt;www.rocanlover.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-6579992997799418919?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/6579992997799418919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=6579992997799418919' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/6579992997799418919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/6579992997799418919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2009/06/fotos.html' title='fotos'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/Sisj414rnMI/AAAAAAAAABk/E2JbuspnFFk/s72-c/undressed_momento-719462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-1971285455480511208</id><published>2009-03-26T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:21:32.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La carretera es fria y me levanto sin recuerdos…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;por què chingados no puedo concentrarme en hacer lo que tengo que hacer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;por qué chingados dura tan poco la noche? :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bueno, estas chingaderas las recupere de mi antiguo blog en &lt;a href="http://rocanlover.net"&gt;rocanlover.net&lt;/a&gt; y pues apestan, transpiran tiamat-katatonia-y algo màs jajajaja&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most beautiful time of day its the dawn and the dusk when the sun it's going down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope that you think of me…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wonder if you dream of me…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because am spending lonely nights, maybe i just have got forgotten, have I forget myself too? I dont know, am confused, where have I been? I don't really want to know. I'm trying to find yourself before the sunlight comes, but it's hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; But, They can't change the way the things are now, I might be wrong… and am walking alone. I will put it all away from me, am trying to be someone else, just for tonight and walk away from all the wrong I've done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight you can paint the sky any color you like, as long as is dark.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight you can promise that we can stay together, even if you are not here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But, I can't change the way the things are now, and how did they were before? am losing myself as the stars are still shining brigth. I feel cold but am free, getting away of the pain I felt yesterday, that i think it's gone, as the day…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tonight my eyes are looking for new colors, its time to look further than i have ever do.  Its a different kind of dream…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; I clearly realize that you're that light which I gaze&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You will leadme somewhere…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once I saw you, I know… This night belongs to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; Do blame your dreams, or whatever it means to be yourself, there's no way, nothing is as easy as it seems, and you can wait, how long?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do blame to your dreams , them would know the distance, and how cold the path it's going to be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This will take a while, then you'll start to float, until you can see, from another point, far from yourself, the lights that now are blinding your glance. The gaze that knows what have been and what will change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Face the lights, they are different now and shine in another color…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;…And they do spread to where your darkness and solitude reflects them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;in your gaze,  the lights are part of.  now the light is in your eyes and, it's time to illuminate this cold dawn.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and with the dusk, your dreams will come back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt; To leave it's the hardest thing to do, when you're going to miss something or someone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He expects he don't disappear, at all, for someone at least…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and he's leaving this place, and can't retain the tears in his eyes  as the sun can't resist to break the night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but that feeling of solitude it's getting harder with the distance. Yeah, He's alone and with the sadness it's hard to behold the morning sunshine, I guess there's not a lot to say, because it's too much for him to take, maybe he prefers to remain in silence… waiting for something, I hope he don't get lose, even so far away I'll find him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Nothing of what he said was said with his eyes open, no, no he was never real, he doesn't need to speak because theres nothing more to say, and no one to telling everything that he's carrying inside…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hold his dreams, take care of his dreams because they maybe lost among the lights of dawn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;José Francisco Burrola &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rocanlover.net"&gt;www.rocanlover.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-1971285455480511208?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/1971285455480511208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=1971285455480511208' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/1971285455480511208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/1971285455480511208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-carretera-es-fria-y-me-levanto-sin.html' title='La carretera es fria y me levanto sin recuerdos…'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-468477009390387864</id><published>2009-03-05T21:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:05:47.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una Palabra Fuera de Contexto</title><content type='html'>ya ni habia escrito en este blog, me vuelvo pura procrastinacion, pero chingona jajaja, estoy mal.&lt;br&gt;necesito un psicologo y es urgente, no me puedo concentrar en nada y pierdo mucho el tiempo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Y lo sé… creo que me agarró medio la huevilla/depresión pero ya estoy casi de regreso…&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://in-d-tv.com/?p=324"&gt;Chuck Pereda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;para mas informacion:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Procrastination"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Procrastination&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_Depression"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_Depression&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="photo_container pc_l"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/astral-insomnia/3330153164/" title="Astral Insomnia"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3556/3330153164_0512f87143.jpg" alt="Astral Insomnia" class="pc_img" height="333" width="500"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;jejejeje&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hoy hize una instalacion manual de wordpress, y todo salio bien&lt;br&gt;ahora solo faltan los detalles artisticos, quiero algo asi medio onda new rave jajaja&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;el messenger me quita mucho tiempo valioso, es un hecho.&lt;br&gt; me lo prohibiré ma seguido.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;por el otro lado, la nueva rola de en Declin &amp;quot;keyword out of context&amp;quot; uh me gusta mucho jejeje&lt;br&gt;me mandó un mensaje Mao el vocalista :D que chingon jejeje diciendome que iba a postear las letras en el myspace&lt;br&gt; que gracias por el apoyo&lt;br&gt;yo le respondi que quiero enviarle artwork, si es que no tienen listo el artwork para el disco, sino que lo pueden usar &lt;br&gt;en lo que sea, royalty free&lt;br&gt;el respondio que ok y me dió su correo, para enviarle cosas que tiene curiosidad.&lt;br&gt; pero me entró panico y felicidad&lt;br&gt;pues que chingon que si aceptaran mis artwork para el disco, seria un un orgullo para mi.&lt;br&gt;pero si no lo termino o si no me sale como espero, me voy a frustrar machin.  :S&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bueno, ya, tengo que seguir investigando cosas y buscando inspiracion.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.endeclin.it"&gt;www.endeclin.it&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-468477009390387864?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/468477009390387864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=468477009390387864' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/468477009390387864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/468477009390387864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2009/03/una-palabra-fuera-de-contexto.html' title='Una Palabra Fuera de Contexto'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3556/3330153164_0512f87143_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-3621473680095647871</id><published>2009-01-25T04:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:16:06.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saucillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joterias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diseño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tequilavalley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xpresshosting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddypress'/><title type='text'>Open the door and the moon will fall</title><content type='html'>Conocen los deja vú? acaso no los odian? yo sí&lt;br /&gt;porque siempre que siento un "deja vu" siento culero, porque pienso que algo malo va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;o que la voy a cagar en algo, o cosas asi, chale, quiero sentir rico! jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno, cuestiones tecnologicas y mecadas 2.0:&lt;br /&gt;waa, estube probando ning, y naaa, no conviene, la neta está chido, pero hay cosas que no me gustan, esperaré un clon...&lt;br /&gt;ahora seguire de cerca &lt;b&gt;motion&lt;/b&gt; de &lt;b&gt;movable type&lt;/b&gt;, parece prometedor aunque es de paga o algo asi, aún no sé mucho.&lt;br /&gt;y ya mero sale la version 1.0 de buddypress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por cierto &lt;b&gt;xpresshosting&lt;/b&gt; actualizo a cpanel 11, está chido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quisiera concursar para diseñar  el artwork para la portada del nuevo disco de &lt;b&gt;aviv geffen&lt;/b&gt;, y sentirme confiado de ganar, malo que apenas me enteré y hay poco tiempo para enviar propuestas.&lt;br /&gt;me gustaria diseñar el artwork de el proximo disco de &lt;b&gt;en declin&lt;/b&gt;, necesito insistirles en el myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tambien quiero ir a esa madre de el&lt;b&gt; barcamp&lt;/b&gt; de&lt;a href="http://www.tequilavalley.com/2009/01/16/tequila-valley-presenta-barcamp/"&gt; tequilavalley&lt;/a&gt; en queretaro con el yunoman pero no tengo dinero.   perdon, pero no somos &lt;b&gt;geeks hijos de papi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi horoscopo del año tal vez diga algo asi "no mames 2009 es el año cuando podras viajar a muchas partes, pero por pendejo no tienes dinero y ahi te quedas en saucillo puto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hablando de &lt;b&gt;saucillo&lt;/b&gt; y de &lt;b&gt;putos&lt;/b&gt;, mayates, jotos, lesbianas, cuarentonas jajajaja el jueves en las palmas se pone chido, parece antro de ambiente y hay morritos chidos, hay que invitar a la comunidad de la region jajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno, eso es todo mijas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: visible;" id="photo_notes" class="photo_notes"&gt;&lt;div style="z-index: 1000; display: none; width: 220px; position: relative;" id="notes_text_div"&gt;&lt;div id="notes_text_table" style="padding: 1px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 3px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 3px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 3px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 211); display: table;"&gt; &lt;div class="td_note_yeller" style="padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span id="notes_text_span" style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;form id="notes_text_form"&gt;&lt;input name="magic_cookie" value="b5e141df2f1fdabd454fa5caa9a8c706" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;textarea onkeydown="_limit_textarea(this, 300); 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&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceout.gif" class="shadow_sprite shadow_br" height="11" width="11" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv3213313876" style="width: 502px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tebah/3213313876/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3526/3213313876_4f3b4bac22.jpg?v=0" alt="minimart. by tebah." title="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="315" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foto robada sin permiso del flickr de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tebah/"&gt;Tebah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;está chido el stream de este morrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salebai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-3621473680095647871?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/3621473680095647871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=3621473680095647871' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/3621473680095647871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/3621473680095647871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/open-door-and-moon-will-fall.html' title='Open the door and the moon will fall'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-8547104409228538833</id><published>2009-01-22T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T02:20:59.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Marrano, No Sube Marrano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/SXhiNpy1LYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Hp_ReQclWNI/s1600-h/Scan-080819-0001asdasd-729225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/SXhiNpy1LYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Hp_ReQclWNI/s320/Scan-080819-0001asdasd-729225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294089348670893442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-8547104409228538833?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/8547104409228538833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=8547104409228538833' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/8547104409228538833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/8547104409228538833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-marrano-no-sube-marrano.html' title='No Marrano, No Sube Marrano'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/SXhiNpy1LYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Hp_ReQclWNI/s72-c/Scan-080819-0001asdasd-729225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-4621921461262810098</id><published>2009-01-19T03:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:03:02.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepwalking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/SXRn9oMJiCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PF96vcP_3X8/s1600-h/F1480001copy-757455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 462px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/SXRn9oMJiCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PF96vcP_3X8/s320/F1480001copy-757455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292969770525231138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today i feel like i don't know if I'm awake or in some kind of dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i just need to get some sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm carrying a heavy burden of thoughts but they are all mixed up inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so i decided to write them down on this blog, so i can give them some kind of order so i can get to list and organize them, and finally to bring them to the real world more easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and write about other kind of stuff, it won't be fun to anyone, it is just for me and stalkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but i hate when it comes to write the stuff i've been thinking on my head, it is really hard for me. so maybe i'll try it for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;by the way, this is going to be in english cause it is the way i think of it, and i don't want some people to find out what am doing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today i met a nice and kissable boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-4621921461262810098?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/4621921461262810098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=4621921461262810098' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/4621921461262810098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/4621921461262810098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepwalking.html' title='Sleepwalking'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P7e1PQ6LY2k/SXRn9oMJiCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PF96vcP_3X8/s72-c/F1480001copy-757455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1169201123344275329.post-9089125489746337139</id><published>2008-06-15T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T05:24:16.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiamat - Amanethes (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br&gt;posteando desde gmail&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;de todos modos vayan al verdadero sitio de astral insomnia&lt;br&gt;en&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://rocanlover.net/blog"&gt;http://rocanlover.net/blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TIAMAT LYRICS&lt;br&gt; Amanethes (2008)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;1.The Temple Of The Crescent Moon&lt;/h3&gt;It&amp;#39;s been a long time but we are here again&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s been five long years of thunder, lightning and rain&lt;br&gt; So cold, so hard without you&lt;br&gt; But tonight... we&amp;#39;re coming through!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The temple of the crescent moon is calling you tonight&lt;br&gt; The temple of the crescent moon is calling you tonight&lt;br&gt; When the skies light your eyes with all my fire&lt;br&gt; The temple of the crescent moon comes alive in the night&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Yeah, it&amp;#39;s been a long time but we are back again&lt;br&gt; For another five years of thunder, lightning and rain&lt;br&gt; And now the hurly burly&amp;#39;s done&lt;br&gt; And the fight&amp;#39;s been fought and won&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;2. Equinox Of The Gods&lt;/h3&gt;Listen to the angel sing&lt;br&gt; I can hear her crying&lt;br&gt; I can see her burning wing&lt;br&gt; In a burning church of shame&lt;br&gt; A bloody Mary in flames&lt;br&gt; Spoken infernal names&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Rise from the ashes and do it again&lt;br&gt; Yeah, we can make it happen&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; My Nemesis, my friend&lt;br&gt; Why don&amp;#39;t you stop to pretend&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s the beginning not the bitter end, no&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Through the Genesis flood&lt;br&gt; We were baptized in blood&lt;br&gt; A military coup of the new God&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Rise from the ashes and do it again&lt;br&gt; Yeah, we can make it happen&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This is the Equinox of the Gods&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Set the altar on fire&lt;br&gt; See the embers go higher&lt;br&gt; See the burning oils glowing&lt;br&gt; Sacrificial blood&amp;#39;s flowing&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; We never bow unto thee&lt;br&gt; We went to Gethsemane&lt;br&gt; To kill your self-pitying Nazarene&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Now all the cherubs are deceased&lt;br&gt; Upon their corpses we feast&lt;br&gt; The only good priest is a dead priest!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; (Crucify her upsidedown&lt;br&gt; Impale her with rusty nails&lt;br&gt; Dress her up in a blood red gown&lt;br&gt; And gory, beautifully painted veil&lt;br&gt; Let her bleed to death before our eyes&lt;br&gt; Oh oooh&lt;br&gt; May she be punished and sacrificed&lt;br&gt; Oh oooh, oh yeah!)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The dirty nuns are in chains&lt;br&gt; No monasteries remain&lt;br&gt; The time has come for our Master to reign&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Again&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Thy kingdom is gone&lt;br&gt; Satan&amp;#39;s work is done&lt;br&gt; And A-Bomb over Babylon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;3. Until The Hellhounds Sleep Again&lt;/h3&gt;Years of great plenty&lt;br&gt; Throughout the land of sin&lt;br&gt; With only faith at stake&lt;br&gt; And so much more to win&lt;br&gt; Now, wouldn&amp;#39;t Lord allow us a little fun?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Until the hellhounds sleep again&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Now you&amp;#39;re soaked with water&lt;br&gt; That your wings just won&amp;#39;t repel&lt;br&gt; But on your little crooked streak&lt;br&gt; You dry them up to Hell&lt;br&gt; Until the Sunday bells are calling you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Until the hellhounds sleep again&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You enter the night in your Devil-black suit&lt;br&gt; Well, we all need a little taste of that forbidden fruit&lt;br&gt; And in the night Satan is divine&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Until the hellhounds sleep again&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Your path leads to nowhere and nothing is your trade&lt;br&gt; Your faith barely lasts until the church bells fade&lt;br&gt; I sincerely wish you better luck tonight&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Until the hellhounds sleep again&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Though the colonnades of faith with you&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s what i see, it&amp;#39;s what i love, it&amp;#39;s what i do&lt;br&gt; And now the columns are falling on you&lt;br&gt; But it the colonnades of faith, we&amp;#39;re passing through&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;4. Will They Come?&lt;/h3&gt;Will they come&lt;br&gt; And alight the skies anew?&lt;br&gt; The night is young&lt;br&gt; And so are you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Is it true what they say&lt;br&gt; Behind this walls?&lt;br&gt; Tonight&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;ll see for real&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Do these mornings ever come?&lt;br&gt; Will we ever see this days again?&lt;br&gt; And can we speed it up again&lt;br&gt; And watch it really slow?&lt;br&gt; Can we run it backwards&lt;br&gt; To the place where it begins?&lt;br&gt; Do this moment ever come?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Will they come?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The flower rots&lt;br&gt; And the laughter disappears&lt;br&gt; Now, the time goes on&lt;br&gt; But it&amp;#39;s always on our side&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Don&amp;#39;t leave me alone&lt;br&gt; In this corridors of gloom&lt;br&gt; Don&amp;#39;t leave me alone&lt;br&gt; Tonight&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Do these mornings ever come?&lt;br&gt; Will we ever see this days again?&lt;br&gt; And can we speed it up again&lt;br&gt; And watch it really slow?&lt;br&gt; Can we run it backwards?&lt;br&gt; Maybe... just one more time?...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Just to see what you did&lt;br&gt; I want to see what you did&lt;br&gt; Are you affraid to show me what you did?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And do these mornings ever come?&lt;br&gt; Do these mornings ever come?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Will they come?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;5. Lucienne&lt;/h3&gt;Dead angels are our friends&lt;br&gt; May the demons smile again&lt;br&gt; And may our virtue be superiour&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Judge and jury, who&amp;#39;s to blame&lt;br&gt; And in the end it&amp;#39;s all the same&lt;br&gt; Rusty ruins with gold exterior&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Like quivers hung from clods of grey&lt;br&gt; You&amp;#39;re getting yourself in our way&lt;br&gt; I turn the other cheek another day&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Lucienne&lt;br&gt; Burn for me&lt;br&gt; In a fire of a million degrees&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Break down what stands before us&lt;br&gt; Genosides and Exodus&lt;br&gt; Folklore of a bleeding Nazarene&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A paradise of parasites&lt;br&gt; Moth holes in wings of white&lt;br&gt; Hollow psalms of miracles unseen&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; We are stillborn before the equinox of the Gods&lt;br&gt; And shall rise from the sound of whipping rods&lt;br&gt; Years we shall rise from the sound of whipping rods&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; (the cherubs are falling,&lt;br&gt; the demons are calling)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;6. Summertime Is Gone&lt;/h3&gt;A new cold breeze in the air&lt;br&gt; Wish I could take you up there&lt;br&gt; Where we would drown in the sun&lt;br&gt; But summertime is gone&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A chilly wind through my spine&lt;br&gt; And heavy clouds in decline&lt;br&gt; Winter&amp;#39;s work has begun&lt;br&gt; And summertime is gone&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And I wanna see you once again&lt;br&gt; And I wanna touch you once again&lt;br&gt; Oh, this is what dreams are made of&lt;br&gt; My, oh my&lt;br&gt; These soothing times&lt;br&gt; The summer wine&lt;br&gt; Summertime is gone!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Now clouds are hanging low&lt;br&gt; And paint the land in snow&lt;br&gt; The equinox is through and done&lt;br&gt; And summertime is gone&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I dream a little dream of summer days&lt;br&gt; And spread my wings of dreams to leave this place&lt;br&gt; With summershine and dreams for two&lt;br&gt; One for me and one for you&lt;br&gt; I dream a little dream of summer days&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;7. Katarraktis Apo Aima&lt;/h3&gt;One, two, three, four...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Sons and daughters&lt;br&gt; Troubled waters&lt;br&gt; A stench of burned gasoline&lt;br&gt; Silicon and Codeine&lt;br&gt; Flooded highlands in misty haze&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Mudslides and suicides&lt;br&gt; Earthquakes and gamma rays&lt;br&gt; Devilish acts of God above&lt;br&gt; Carried to heaven by a dirty white dove&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; And in the corner there&amp;#39;s a broken man&lt;br&gt; His fingers are on the trigger now&lt;br&gt; And as the smell of dying embers&lt;br&gt; And rusty strings on his bow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; A sound explodes and fills the room&lt;br&gt; And echoes beyound these walls of doom&lt;br&gt; Until it vanishes up in the air&lt;br&gt; With nothing more to come&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Yeah, we must aim for the stars and we are gonna get up high&lt;br&gt; We must build another tower and make it through the fires&lt;br&gt; We must sail the seven seas now the water abound&lt;br&gt; We shall cease the deceased until the angels come around&lt;br&gt; With noting more...&lt;br&gt;Noting more to come...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;8. Raining Dead Angels&lt;/h3&gt;Oh dark horizon&lt;br&gt; You speak the truth&lt;br&gt; Oh temple Lord&lt;br&gt; Cold blood is pumping through your veins&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You drown the sun&lt;br&gt; Of horror lies&lt;br&gt; Oh Master Lord&lt;br&gt; Light up the fire of you reign&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; In the name of thee&lt;br&gt; We are the fallen&lt;br&gt; We are the plague&lt;br&gt; We are the dead spots of the sun&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Oh woe to you&lt;br&gt; Oh Lord of flies&lt;br&gt; You lead our path&lt;br&gt; Aeons of our vengance have begun&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Run... Run...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s raining dead angels from the sky&lt;br&gt; Cold and stiff, oh my&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Oh dark horizon&lt;br&gt; Of the underground&lt;br&gt; Your soul is ours&lt;br&gt; The tools are clean and the altar&amp;#39;s set on fire&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; We have begun&lt;br&gt; We don&amp;#39;t look back&lt;br&gt; The skies are fallen&lt;br&gt; A one way ticket to your funeral pyre&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;9. Misantropolis&lt;/h3&gt;The river&amp;#39;s flowing&lt;br&gt; The water&amp;#39;s deep&lt;br&gt; The water&amp;#39;s dark&lt;br&gt; Where angels weep&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The skied are falling&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s time to leave&lt;br&gt; But don&amp;#39;t you ever say goodbye&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The whip&amp;#39;s back lashing&lt;br&gt; And planes are crashing&lt;br&gt; The water&amp;#39;s dark&lt;br&gt; The water&amp;#39;s deep&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The skies are falling&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s time to leave&lt;br&gt; But don&amp;#39;t you ever say goodbye&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And then we crash into the sun&lt;br&gt; With so much left undone&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re leaving now&lt;br&gt; Misantropolis&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; A life&amp;#39;s a gospel&lt;br&gt; Some girls are soul&lt;br&gt; Some baby&amp;#39;s blues&lt;br&gt; Mine&amp;#39;s rock&amp;#39;n&amp;#39;roll&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; But we&amp;#39;re falling&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s time to leave&lt;br&gt; But we will never say goodbye&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And on four horses&lt;br&gt; Come special forces&lt;br&gt; The water&amp;#39;s dark&lt;br&gt; The water&amp;#39;s deep&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Cause we&amp;#39;re all falling&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s time to leave&lt;br&gt; But we will never ever say goodbye&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And if I would dare to tell the truth&lt;br&gt; Nothing would stay the same&lt;br&gt; Now love me or leave me&lt;br&gt; But this has to come to an end&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Soon...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;10. Amanitis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;11. Meliae&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You ask for forgivness but your lips they are still lying&lt;br&gt; You might be forgiven but the angels are still crying&lt;br&gt; But you&amp;#39;re alive so please try one more time&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And all dirt you throw so deep down in that well&lt;br&gt; Will be there waiting for you the day you entered Hell&lt;br&gt; But you&amp;#39;re alive so please try one more time&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You have walked these roads alone, you&amp;#39;ve spent you time with faith&lt;br&gt; Without any answers found and now time is running late&lt;br&gt; But you&amp;#39;re alive so please try one more time&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You might think I&amp;#39;m not any better and you&amp;#39;d ask me what I would do&lt;br&gt; But sincerely love you still and these thing they are part of you&lt;br&gt; But you&amp;#39;re alive so please try one more time&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; We have left the bridges burning for the sake of trying&lt;br&gt; And as long as you are happy I don&amp;#39;t care if our love is dying&lt;br&gt; But you&amp;#39;re alive so please try one more time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;12. Via Dolorosa&lt;/h3&gt;Drag me down and chain me&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This is not what it seems&lt;br&gt; This ain&amp;#39;t no cozy little dream&lt;br&gt; This ain&amp;#39;t no mysterious way, no no&lt;br&gt; This is just another Sunday&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I die alone&lt;br&gt; On Via Dolorosa&lt;br&gt; I carry my burden alone&lt;br&gt; On Via Dolorosa&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;m dragged down by the stone&lt;br&gt; On Via Dolorosa&lt;br&gt; I carry my burden alone&lt;br&gt; On Via Dolorosa&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This ain&amp;#39;t no universal mastermind&lt;br&gt; This ain&amp;#39;t no projection of one of a kind&lt;br&gt; This ain&amp;#39;t no religious highway&lt;br&gt; No, this is just another Sunday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;13. Circles&lt;/h3&gt;And now that we&amp;#39;re dead&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;ve learned how to live&lt;br&gt; Our failures taught us how to forgive&lt;br&gt; And now that we&amp;#39;ve rise from the ashes of me and you&lt;br&gt; All our dreams shall come true&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Floating in circles&lt;br&gt; Stars shine a light our way&lt;br&gt; To meadows and fields, green as the grass&lt;br&gt; Where we lay down&lt;br&gt; Forever...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And now that we&amp;#39;re clean&lt;br&gt; Our souls can be free&lt;br&gt; Our love is the only drug we need&lt;br&gt; And now that we&amp;#39;re one&lt;br&gt; We don&amp;#39;t need any God&lt;br&gt; Divinity flows in our blood&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Floating in circles&lt;br&gt; Stars shine a light our way&lt;br&gt; To meadows and fields, green as the grass&lt;br&gt; Where we lay down&lt;br&gt; Forever...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h3&gt;14. Amanes&lt;/h3&gt;I...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I deliver myself to you&lt;br&gt; Lucifer, my fahter, you&amp;#39;re my light&lt;br&gt; And my way out of the dark&lt;br&gt; I wanna set the skies on fire&lt;br&gt; And watch the angels as they fall into the sun&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Why have you forsaken me?&lt;br&gt; Why have you betrayed me?&lt;br&gt; Why did you abandon me?&lt;br&gt; Why did you leave me?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Father&lt;br&gt; Can you forgive me for what I&amp;#39;ve done?&lt;br&gt; I never meant to hurt you&lt;br&gt; But I&amp;#39;m not your son&lt;br&gt; Now the time has come for me&lt;br&gt; And I must leave&lt;br&gt; My wings are heavy&lt;br&gt; And my journey has begun...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;      Thirstsnake (Bonus Track)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;José Francisco Burrola &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rocanlover.net" target="_blank"&gt;www.rocanlover.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;José Francisco Burrola &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rocanlover.net"&gt;www.rocanlover.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1169201123344275329-9089125489746337139?l=astralinsomnia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/feeds/9089125489746337139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1169201123344275329&amp;postID=9089125489746337139' title='51 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/9089125489746337139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1169201123344275329/posts/default/9089125489746337139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astralinsomnia.blogspot.com/2008/06/tiamat-amanethes-2008.html' title='Tiamat - Amanethes (2008)'/><author><name>Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10297576158616758869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry></feed>
