<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148518429837553532</id><updated>2009-10-14T02:42:01.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zazzalii`s Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Franco Zazzalii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516743425639480098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148518429837553532.post-5139785374676620349</id><published>2008-09-09T02:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:09:55.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La luz del medio día</title><content type='html'>En aquel antro estaba escondiendose de la realidad. Lo único que siempre hizo fue escribir y visitar pornografía en internet. Mauricio no era el chico normal y paradógico de todas las historias. iba al colegio por obligación, no tenía amigos ni menos una vida. su vida giraba en torno a ese computador. Un viejo laptop de los 90, con las letras gastadas, y rodeado de una espesa capa de moho y polvo. Su escritorio se encontraba debajo de una inmensa montaña de ropa sucia y libros. Lo único que era reconocible era una botella de vidrio de Coca-cola y un montón de cd`s de música. &lt;br /&gt;El 5 de Marzo del 2007, Mauricio caminaba a su colegio a eso de las 7:30 de la mañana, como lo hacía todos los días. Era el primer día de clases, su primer día cursando el cuarto medio. Cuando entró a su sala de clases solo habían 3 compañeros de curso. Ninguno lo saludó. No era de extrañar, Mauricio nunca intentó acercarse a sus pares. Sentado en el primer asiento frente al escritorio del profe, fue ahi donde Mauricio conoció a Elena, una estudiante repitente que era nueva en el curso, y ella, a pesar de ser muy aplicada y estudiosa, tuvo que dejar los estudios por un año debido a su embarazo. Mauricio se sintió muy a gusto con ella, aunque su propia actitud, le impedía entablar la confianz que Elena merecía. Ella logró ganarse el corazón de Mauricio, y de ese modo, girar la vida de el en 180 grados...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148518429837553532-5139785374676620349?l=zazzalii.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/feeds/5139785374676620349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148518429837553532&amp;postID=5139785374676620349' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/5139785374676620349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/5139785374676620349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-luz-del-medio-da.html' title='La luz del medio día'/><author><name>Franco Zazzalii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516743425639480098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15331030511459951287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148518429837553532.post-4986597578923807950</id><published>2008-08-26T00:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:25:51.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Leave me alone!"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Asi fue como le dije a mi viejo cuando empezó una vez mas con su típico sermón de "No cometas los mismos errores que yo cometí", obviamente, el estaba asustado del posible y claro riesgo de mi paternidad prematura.&lt;br /&gt;Mi viejo es como mi padre, pero no lo era. A mi padre, nunca lo conocí.&lt;br /&gt;Hacía días que mi viejo andava raro, extraño con nosotros. Tanto yo como mi abuela estabamos al tanto de su rareza, pero no hicimos nada por averiguar el porque del asunto. Yo sabía que era por mi culpa.&lt;br /&gt;Ese Miercoles jamás lo olvidaré... Hice la cimarra para irme a la casa de la Angela, mi nueva polola. Ella era lo mejor para mí, pero mi viejo no pensaba de igual forma. Lamentablemente, el tenía razón.&lt;br /&gt;Fue un dia increíble, fumamos unos joints con la angela, corrimos alrededor de las piletas de la plaza y comimos papas fritas en el mítico "Pollo Loco", el mejor restaurant de la historia.&lt;br /&gt;El día termino de forma muy abrupta, desperté desnudo en una cama que no era la mia. Estaba oscuro y con la Angela a mi lado, también desnuda.&lt;br /&gt;Llegué a mi casa a eso de las once de la noche y me extrañó la soledad y vacío que inundaba el lugar, pero lo aproveché, prendiendo un cigarrito y sacando una cerveza del refrigerador. Al cerrar la puerta, ví una pequeña nota que al leerla, provocó en mi la sensación mas extraña en mi vida. "Tu viejo está mal, te espero en el hospital -Abuela". &lt;br /&gt;Fue cuestión de segundos para encontrarme frente a mi abuela, hecha un saco de lágrimas y entre sollozos me dijo "Ya no esta con nosotros hijo!"&lt;br /&gt;Mi mundo se fue al suelo, ella me dijo que el me había dejado algo, una nota, una puta nota que hasta el día de hoy tengo enmarcada y colgada en la cabecera de mi cama de una plaza... una hoja de servilleta, que con letra temblorosa dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are alone now, hoping you happy"&lt;br /&gt;                       Love you&lt;br /&gt;                          Tu viejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera me pude despedir, el tenía razón. La soledad esta en mi vida ahora, si solo lo hubiera escuchado o disfrutado ese día.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148518429837553532-4986597578923807950?l=zazzalii.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/feeds/4986597578923807950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148518429837553532&amp;postID=4986597578923807950' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/4986597578923807950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/4986597578923807950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/2008/08/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Franco Zazzalii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516743425639480098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15331030511459951287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148518429837553532.post-2199201629227741742</id><published>2008-02-22T02:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:33:45.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCgaQXuSmcc/R75esyd-hRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FxjiLg_SUWE/s1600-h/lectura1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCgaQXuSmcc/R75esyd-hRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FxjiLg_SUWE/s320/lectura1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169673545822668050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He creado un nuevo log, el cual solo lo usaré d ela buena manera, no como este que ya parece una pág web mas que un blog... asi que trataré de vaciar mis venas en ese blog... solo escribiendo, la nueva dirección es &lt;a href="http://z4zz4lii.blogspot.com"&gt;http://z4zz4lii.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; y apenas tenga tiempo empezaré a escribir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148518429837553532-2199201629227741742?l=zazzalii.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/feeds/2199201629227741742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148518429837553532&amp;postID=2199201629227741742' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/2199201629227741742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/2199201629227741742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/2008/02/crew.html' title='Crew'/><author><name>Franco Zazzalii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516743425639480098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15331030511459951287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eCgaQXuSmcc/R75esyd-hRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FxjiLg_SUWE/s72-c/lectura1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148518429837553532.post-5638626678159110392</id><published>2008-01-13T19:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:35:08.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eCgaQXuSmcc/R4qSAREn6_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/riOKEOT9jrk/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eCgaQXuSmcc/R4qSAREn6_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/riOKEOT9jrk/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155093256759405554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exchange student tastes U.S. life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franco Zazzali could be a typical American teenager.His long, shaggy black hair hangs into his face. He wears black skater-style shoes and keeps them untied. He likes iPods, hamburgers and pizza.&lt;br /&gt; But Franco`s not American; he`s a 17-years old Rotary exchange student from Copiapó, Chile. He`s been here since the beginning of August and is a junior at Montezuma-Cortez High School.&lt;br /&gt; “All my life I want to learn English and, you know, that`s the best way to do that, learn the language, and another culture and lifestyle” said Franco, whose carries only a mild accent when speaking nearly-fluent English.&lt;br /&gt; But when he first came here, that was different story, said Lorna Wilkes Ruebelmann, the Cortez Rotary YEP Chair whom Franco is staying with for an interim month before making his way to his second host family of the year.&lt;br /&gt; “It has improved so much” Lorna said “And it didn´t take that long. He was more frustated because he had to jump right into school and English classes... two weeks after he got here.”&lt;br /&gt; Franco said he had studied a basic English in Chile but no much else. But after six to nine weeks he was fluent, Lorna said.&lt;br /&gt; The exchange student spent his first semester with Sue Ciccia, who has a son, M-CHS junior Justin Baacke, doing a parallel Rotary Exchange in Germany. After his brief stint with the Ruebelmanns, He`ll move to the home of Laura and Jim Herrick for the second semester, countinuing his exchange experience with a new family.&lt;br /&gt; “He`s liked it a lot” said Sue, speaking of Franco`s American experience with her family “My younger son made the comment that it was as much of a diplomatic encounter for us as it was for him,” she added, noting that Franco`s observations about their lifestyles made them think differently.&lt;br /&gt; The goal of Rotary YEP, the program that both Franco and Justin are in, is to provide high school underclassmen the opportunity to “learn about a different culture and country while serving as goodwill ambassadors for their own countries and cultures,” according to a statement provided by Lorna, the local chairperson of the program.&lt;br /&gt; And Franco´s learning about American culture. He noted  that people in America spend time very differently than those in Chile.&lt;br /&gt; “How the people spend the time is completely diferent” said Franco. “We don´t do so much sports and here the people spend a lot of time doing sports and thinks like that. We (in Chile) spend more time partying on weekends, not here, not so much.”&lt;br /&gt; “Here people wake up very early” Franco addesd, laughing. “like doing things before school starts, Oh my gosh!”&lt;br /&gt; He`s has the chance to participate in American sports like Snowboarding; in Chile where he lives, near the Atacama Desert, he had only sandboarded before, he said.&lt;br /&gt; Franco doesn´t love most American food, missing his Chilean diet, wich he dais is similar to the Mexican-style diet, consisting primarily of rice and beans.&lt;br /&gt; “I don´t like it so much” he said. But he does love that quintessential American fare: Hamburgers and pizza. And junk food.&lt;br /&gt; “The candies are pretty good here,” he added.&lt;br /&gt; “I think he likes too much some of the stuff, like candies and sweets” said Lorna, laughing.&lt;br /&gt; During his stay, Franco´s gone to Durango and Grand Junction, and his host mom Sue Ciccia took him to New Jersey and New York City over Thanksgiving break.&lt;br /&gt; On the East Coast, Franco toured New York City and saw Times Square, The Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree, and the Statue of Liberty, standard tourist fare for the first time visitor. He`d like to go back there, he said.&lt;br /&gt; Franco`s Chilean parents are hosting an American student  while he`s in the United States. He doesn`t get to talk to them too much, but does stay in touch over E-mails and calls, he said&lt;br /&gt; When he returns to Chile, he´ll get ready to go to college; he`s already finished school there, even though he`s only a junior at M-CHS.&lt;br /&gt; Franco said the most difficult part about the exchange program will come when he leaves; he`ll miss the friends he made here in Cortez.&lt;br /&gt; “That`s the hardest thing i guess. When my exchange finishes probably i can never see my friends again” he said, with a somber look on his face.&lt;br /&gt; But he said his friends are welcome to visit him in Chile, and seems to think the program has been a good experience overall.&lt;br /&gt; Lorna, for her part, beamed when asked how she felt about the program, wich she participated in when she lived in Wyoming before moving to Cortez and becoming active in the Rotary club here.&lt;br /&gt; “It´s been a really, really positive experience for us” she said. “I just am thrilled that we are able to make a contribution to world better understanding and peace in the world at a very local level ... It really helps with the world understanding and getting to know different cultures. It´s a great feeling to be able to contribute to thant and learn from them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Stephanie Paige Ogburn&lt;br /&gt; Journal Staff Writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortez Journal &lt;br /&gt;Saturday January 12, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148518429837553532-5638626678159110392?l=zazzalii.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/feeds/5638626678159110392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148518429837553532&amp;postID=5638626678159110392' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/5638626678159110392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/5638626678159110392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/2008/01/like-rockstar.html' title='Like a Rockstar'/><author><name>Franco Zazzalii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516743425639480098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15331030511459951287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eCgaQXuSmcc/R4qSAREn6_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/riOKEOT9jrk/s72-c/DSC00464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9148518429837553532.post-9032642826167610401</id><published>2007-07-24T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:18:50.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eCgaQXuSmcc/Rva77K7KSVI/AAAAAAAAADU/dLYuFtR38zs/s1600-h/peanutsnoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eCgaQXuSmcc/Rva77K7KSVI/AAAAAAAAADU/dLYuFtR38zs/s400/peanutsnoopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113481052144945490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9148518429837553532-9032642826167610401?l=zazzalii.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/feeds/9032642826167610401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9148518429837553532&amp;postID=9032642826167610401' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/9032642826167610401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9148518429837553532/posts/default/9032642826167610401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zazzalii.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Franco Zazzalii</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516743425639480098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15331030511459951287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eCgaQXuSmcc/Rva77K7KSVI/AAAAAAAAADU/dLYuFtR38zs/s72-c/peanutsnoopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>