<?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-4264747728694601751</id><updated>2012-01-26T00:38:44.731-08:00</updated><category term='CARMEN'/><title type='text'>azahar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5328478262594461610</id><published>2011-10-27T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:13:38.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bellos como ningunos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMjR1XF-y8E/TqmC1asF5sI/AAAAAAAAAec/LN3PucdPZZA/s1600/pantera%2Bnegra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668205460231415490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMjR1XF-y8E/TqmC1asF5sI/AAAAAAAAAec/LN3PucdPZZA/s320/pantera%2Bnegra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pantera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-6bIsfeAeI/TqmCq0X47jI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4AMsPcudqtY/s1600/lobos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668205278147440178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-6bIsfeAeI/TqmCq0X47jI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4AMsPcudqtY/s320/lobos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lobo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;los dos animales mas bellos que hay, por lo menos para mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-5328478262594461610?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/5328478262594461610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=5328478262594461610' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5328478262594461610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5328478262594461610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2011/10/bellos-como-ningunos.html' title='bellos como ningunos'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DMjR1XF-y8E/TqmC1asF5sI/AAAAAAAAAec/LN3PucdPZZA/s72-c/pantera%2Bnegra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-267199213011208137</id><published>2011-09-13T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T00:02:06.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DN2QZWytOII/TnBRIMJxWLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LRsgLIOzfd8/s1600/Tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652106733492983986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DN2QZWytOII/TnBRIMJxWLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LRsgLIOzfd8/s320/Tango.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y este mi gato, es meloso, cariñoso hasta aburir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;de hace de querer mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-267199213011208137?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/267199213011208137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=267199213011208137' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/267199213011208137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/267199213011208137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2011/09/tango.html' title='tango'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DN2QZWytOII/TnBRIMJxWLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LRsgLIOzfd8/s72-c/Tango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5637844230044066511</id><published>2011-09-13T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:59:30.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bruce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96hvBD1PlhU/TnBQdUEk2ZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/H8_GBaAyGZk/s1600/bruce2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652105996884302226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96hvBD1PlhU/TnBQdUEk2ZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/H8_GBaAyGZk/s320/bruce2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;este es bruce mi perro, cariñoso con las personas, niños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pero un demonio con los perros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-5637844230044066511?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/5637844230044066511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=5637844230044066511' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5637844230044066511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5637844230044066511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2011/09/bruce.html' title='bruce'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-96hvBD1PlhU/TnBQdUEk2ZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/H8_GBaAyGZk/s72-c/bruce2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8079948118623431833</id><published>2011-09-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T10:42:03.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para algun listo de turno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IULPEXIEl_g/Tmzy0Y2X-GI/AAAAAAAAAd4/nyANqZRNY-8/s1600/gmisc1%255B1%255D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651158614280763490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IULPEXIEl_g/Tmzy0Y2X-GI/AAAAAAAAAd4/nyANqZRNY-8/s320/gmisc1%255B1%255D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hola, es una bobada esta entrada, pero bueno &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; va,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;porque en todos, o casi todos los comentarios dicen un gusto volver &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leerte&lt;/span&gt; y jamas entro en el?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;porque la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;malloria&lt;/span&gt; ponemos precioso y no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hemos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leído&lt;/span&gt; la primera linea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;porque no decimos lo que pensamos de verdad, solo un puro y duro peloteo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;llega &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acansar&lt;/span&gt; ver dieciocho comentarios y todos son los mismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;solo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;varía&lt;/span&gt; el nombre de quien lo escribe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;eso quita &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;las ganas&lt;/span&gt; hasta de escribir, por lo menos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;y yo no tengo ni un comentario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;aun que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bien do&lt;/span&gt; lo de los &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;demás&lt;/span&gt; casi mejor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;y si no te nemos al mejor escritor de el mundo. que sepasa la vida criticando las faltas de hortografia , anda ala porra si quieres lo lees y si no no, pero no entres para criticar la letra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hacia falta verle a el, sus , hue..... aver si sele quitan las ganas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8079948118623431833?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8079948118623431833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8079948118623431833' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8079948118623431833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8079948118623431833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-algun-listo-de-turno.html' title='para algun listo de turno'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IULPEXIEl_g/Tmzy0Y2X-GI/AAAAAAAAAd4/nyANqZRNY-8/s72-c/gmisc1%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7785368789451445116</id><published>2011-08-28T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T01:12:22.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿que es la tristeza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDiSixQtLlA/Tln3GkHRbcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1PCGQfZuP0w/s1600/mujer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645815300031081922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDiSixQtLlA/Tln3GkHRbcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1PCGQfZuP0w/s320/mujer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;¿que es la tristeza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;un sentimiento bacio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;en el fondo del corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;un hielo en el alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;que quema sin compasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;una mirada perdida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;en el horizonte del desamor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;unos ojos sin brillo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;desechos por el dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;¿que es pues la tristeza? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;si no el pago por el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7785368789451445116?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7785368789451445116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7785368789451445116' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7785368789451445116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7785368789451445116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-es-la-tristeza.html' title='¿que es la tristeza?'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mDiSixQtLlA/Tln3GkHRbcI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1PCGQfZuP0w/s72-c/mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-3714481587934167781</id><published>2011-03-10T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:08:26.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>para cobardes va esto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GoQyHsfM7M/TXiTldU98tI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6ByobJqvCj8/s1600/muerte.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582374009862746834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GoQyHsfM7M/TXiTldU98tI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6ByobJqvCj8/s320/muerte.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;para cobardes va esto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a esos_as que se esconden tras una pantalla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a esos que entran como marionetas, manejados por quien en su fustracion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mueven sus hilos y se rien ala vez de ellos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;esos que no dan la cara molestan como sienpre mosquitos y salen hullendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;al final de todo esto mi alegria es saber que nos veremos las caras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ahi abajo en el infierno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;y ahi yo juego con ventaja pues desde niña por suerte o por desgracia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;estoy yo en el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bienvenidos ami mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-3714481587934167781?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/3714481587934167781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=3714481587934167781' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/3714481587934167781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/3714481587934167781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2011/03/para-cobardes-va-esto.html' title='para cobardes va esto'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GoQyHsfM7M/TXiTldU98tI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6ByobJqvCj8/s72-c/muerte.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-656032414534907794</id><published>2011-03-06T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T01:07:50.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-NiUcpfVnQ/TXNNvEPvBJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8vWR-n0RWj8/s1600/tumba%2Bcon%2Bojos%2Brojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580889834231104658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-NiUcpfVnQ/TXNNvEPvBJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8vWR-n0RWj8/s320/tumba%2Bcon%2Bojos%2Brojos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alma solitaria que vagas en la siniestra noche entonando un triste canto de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;agonía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tus ojos llenos de fuego por fin han visto  el camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tu canto triste se ha vuelto alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;has encontrado lo que buscabas un alma gemela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;has comenzado el prologo de una &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;travesía&lt;/span&gt; hacia la esperanza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-656032414534907794?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/656032414534907794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=656032414534907794' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/656032414534907794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/656032414534907794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2011/03/alma.html' title='alma'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-NiUcpfVnQ/TXNNvEPvBJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8vWR-n0RWj8/s72-c/tumba%2Bcon%2Bojos%2Brojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4713352831781180317</id><published>2011-03-06T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:58:15.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kbM0iyp-90/TXNL10QyZXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vXCql6BJimc/s1600/muerte%2Bsentada.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580887751176381810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kbM0iyp-90/TXNL10QyZXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vXCql6BJimc/s320/muerte%2Bsentada.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aqui estoy con la mirada fija en el vacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;esperandote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ser del averno que libera ala humanidad de pena y desdichas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ven en vuelveme en tu manto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ven llevame contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4713352831781180317?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4713352831781180317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4713352831781180317' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4713352831781180317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4713352831781180317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2011/03/ven.html' title='ven...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7kbM0iyp-90/TXNL10QyZXI/AAAAAAAAAdM/vXCql6BJimc/s72-c/muerte%2Bsentada.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-3122512877555705563</id><published>2010-12-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:04:09.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paseando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TP0iZfuXyEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZQRM__5ZLG0/s1600/mujer%2Bllorando.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547628137398388802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TP0iZfuXyEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZQRM__5ZLG0/s320/mujer%2Bllorando.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paseando...al mirar al cielo una bandada de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paja ros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;volaban&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hay que en &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vidia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pensé&lt;/span&gt; la verlos volar ser libre y sentir esa libertad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;por segundos la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pero la realidad tardo segundos en de volverme ala realidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;al mundo de los vivos con cadenas hasta en los ojos, eso si en los vivos pero muertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hay se dio cuenta que entre tanta palabra y tanta culpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;poco a poco, año tras año &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;se le&lt;/span&gt; quito el &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; y se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;volvió&lt;/span&gt; mala, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fría&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mala y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fría&lt;/span&gt; hasta el punto que solo sueña con clavarte tantas puñaladas entre ceja y ceja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que no te quede ni una gota de sangre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y por si sobre vives un par de tiros entre los ojos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mientras me miras y poder decirte"ves" tu ya no eres nada, ahora lo soy yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mataste lo bueno que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;avía&lt;/span&gt; en mi, ay tienes ala persona en la que me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aveis&lt;/span&gt; convertido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;en &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;provar&lt;/span&gt; la sangre como los perros &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rabiosos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y ¿&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sabes&lt;/span&gt; una cosa?me gusta ser &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; mala, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fría&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y con ganas de mas sangre..."tu sangre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-3122512877555705563?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/3122512877555705563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=3122512877555705563' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/3122512877555705563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/3122512877555705563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensando.html' title='paseando...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TP0iZfuXyEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/ZQRM__5ZLG0/s72-c/mujer%2Bllorando.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8901071573866210028</id><published>2010-10-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:14:21.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enseñame a amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TKs-Cmc9zwI/AAAAAAAAAco/0asTkRYQyBE/s1600/3zu3q0o%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524577582302744322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TKs-Cmc9zwI/AAAAAAAAAco/0asTkRYQyBE/s320/3zu3q0o%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TKs96oaWuHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/L5t1XBc6rUo/s1600/pareja+en+negro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 6px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 3px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524577445389711474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TKs96oaWuHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/L5t1XBc6rUo/s320/pareja+en+negro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quiero sentir...,una &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pasión&lt;/span&gt; inaudita que se acabe mi tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;que no tenga medida, quiero saber que se siente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lo que duele no verte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quiero saber..., que se siente quererte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a ti &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;te lo&lt;/span&gt; pido...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anadie&lt;/span&gt; mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enseña me&lt;/span&gt; a amar...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;por que tu eres justo lo que yo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; amar...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;estar frente a frente, acariciar tus mejillas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mutuamente mirarnos, tocarnos los dos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; saber...,que se siente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quiero sentirte, sacudiendo mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;abrirte mis brazos, y alcanzarte los labios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quiero un beso saliente...,quiero saber...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;que se siente &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soñar te&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quiero grabar en mis &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oídos&lt;/span&gt;, y en mis cinco sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;como se oye tu voz, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pronuncian do&lt;/span&gt; mi nombre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;como se oye tu amor, cuando dices..., te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enseña me&lt;/span&gt; a amar quiero saber que se siente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sentirte...,en cada latido solo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ati&lt;/span&gt;..., a ti es a quien quiero sentir &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anadie&lt;/span&gt; mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;solo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ati&lt;/span&gt; solo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;te lo&lt;/span&gt; pido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8901071573866210028?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8901071573866210028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8901071573866210028' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8901071573866210028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8901071573866210028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2010/10/ensename-amar.html' title='enseñame a amar'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TKs-Cmc9zwI/AAAAAAAAAco/0asTkRYQyBE/s72-c/3zu3q0o%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7985158439953653087</id><published>2010-09-21T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T01:04:57.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>juramento de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TJhmBxmSUxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tGM03Io6nig/s1600/mujer+de+noxe+y+luna.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519273524022366994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TJhmBxmSUxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tGM03Io6nig/s320/mujer+de+noxe+y+luna.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;puedo jurar,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;que te&lt;/span&gt; e olvidado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que nada eres para mi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eres &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alguien&lt;/span&gt; de el pasado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;puedo jurar, que mi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para ti esta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completa mente&lt;/span&gt; cerrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que mi vida &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;empezó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo hay un detalle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo no miento, ni jurare jamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por lo que no siento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni jurare jamas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que, siempre &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vivirás&lt;/span&gt; en mi pensamiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7985158439953653087?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7985158439953653087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7985158439953653087' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7985158439953653087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7985158439953653087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2010/09/juramento-de-amor.html' title='juramento de amor'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/TJhmBxmSUxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tGM03Io6nig/s72-c/mujer+de+noxe+y+luna.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8019583117462252243</id><published>2010-05-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:47:25.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el orgullo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S-GBzVrF_2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/uKX9LdVcliU/s1600/pic%5B4%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467794141595696994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S-GBzVrF_2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/uKX9LdVcliU/s320/pic%5B4%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;el orgullo no tiene sabor,olor,color ni tamaño y sin embargo es lo mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; de tragar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8019583117462252243?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8019583117462252243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8019583117462252243' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8019583117462252243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8019583117462252243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2010/05/el-orgullo-no-tiene-saborolorcolor-ni.html' title='el orgullo...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S-GBzVrF_2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/uKX9LdVcliU/s72-c/pic%5B4%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-540486580827477770</id><published>2010-04-25T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:11:18.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡¡ nunca!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464337715137127602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S9U6M1uEpLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/48lpf-JnMt0/s320/preja+con+velas.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nunca vi tu cara y aun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reconoceria&lt;/span&gt; si te viera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nunca &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; tus labios, pero se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;que son&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;su abes&lt;/span&gt; y tiernos, el roce de ellos hace estremecer todo mi ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nunca vi tus ojos y cada &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; sueño verme &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reflejaos&lt;/span&gt; en ellos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nunca te tuve, y se a  que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sabe&lt;/span&gt; tu cuerpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;te sueño cada noche y te duermes al llegar el &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aunque nunca supiera quien eres, se que vivo en ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nunca te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;veré&lt;/span&gt;, jamas te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conoceré&lt;/span&gt; tus besos caricias y tu cariño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; nunca dejare de .... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;es parar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 41px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464339381994192450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S9U7t3Pw_kI/AAAAAAAAAbg/GAiga9VFIf4/s320/carmen+animacion2.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-540486580827477770?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/540486580827477770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=540486580827477770' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/540486580827477770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/540486580827477770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2010/04/nunca.html' title='¡¡ nunca!!'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S9U6M1uEpLI/AAAAAAAAAbY/48lpf-JnMt0/s72-c/preja+con+velas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6357881179069146450</id><published>2010-04-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:32:08.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vuelvete a levantar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S8iQxzsWFaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Iohx0nBBNLM/s1600/windowslivewriterpoemadellibrodiezpoemasyunsecretoparaser-d0f7diez-thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 4px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 8px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602453959358690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S6DgjwNYOOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qsgJFjP7pcg/s320/carmen+animacion4.png" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602353979272802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S6Dgd7wRLmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Xb8_GvLAY6k/s320/pasionmalva%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hay veces que mi alma baila tangos con la soledad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;quisiera volar, salir de esta jaula que aprieta, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;axfisia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ahora que esta todo en silencio, el sol asoma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;timidamente&lt;/span&gt; por la ventana, quiero desplegar las alas, volar, sentir el viento...pero solo lo sentimos por una &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pekeña&lt;/span&gt; ventana, y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cojemos&lt;/span&gt; un poco de aire &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; para poder aguantar un poco mas de tiempo en la jaula ya oxidada, por las &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; y el dolor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; la pena se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;morirá&lt;/span&gt; de risa,e irnos donde no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;esiste&lt;/span&gt; el dolor,"hay tanto por lo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; vivir,descubrir,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cuando &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;llegue&lt;/span&gt; ese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; si la culpa os acosa no os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preocupeis&lt;/span&gt;," soy feliz, cambie las espinas por rosas,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;la esperanza es lo mejor que nos queda cuando ya no queda nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no existe amanecer perfecto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pero ese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; llegara y lo aremos perfecto, y los sueños realidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;volaremos donde no exista el dolor, solo ver el sol, con &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alegría&lt;/span&gt; en cada paso que demos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y gritaremos..."HOY TOCA SER FELIZ"&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 41px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449606682498723730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S6DkZ4vub5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/5J3yGHyXON4/s320/carmen+animacion3.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-1538031372190638066?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/1538031372190638066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=1538031372190638066' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1538031372190638066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1538031372190638066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2010/03/hay-veces-que-mi-alma-baila-tangos-con.html' title='hay veces que mi alma baila tangos con la soledad...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S6DgjwNYOOI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qsgJFjP7pcg/s72-c/carmen+animacion4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8701289024136193546</id><published>2010-02-28T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:59:51.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amigo traidor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S4rlPpvW8sI/AAAAAAAAAao/vaSRdr1GNaA/s1600-h/Diabulus%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443415156695954114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S4rlPpvW8sI/AAAAAAAAAao/vaSRdr1GNaA/s320/Diabulus%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hoy ha muerto un amigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;partio con la mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;en vuelto en una ola traidora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y debo repetirme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!ha partido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hoy siento solo desilusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hoy ha mueto un amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;al que le pedi su mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y solo supo mostar su negro corazon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;descuartizo mis alegrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fue larga mi agonia ante el amigo traidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;todavia recuerdo sus alegrias, sus penas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me pregunto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;¿en todos estos años cuando cambio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;¿que lo contamino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;¿porque muerde como un traidor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cuando nadie selo espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!que decepcion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hoy entierro aun amigo que olvido que es la amistad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que deseava lo mejor, aquel que nos mintio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hoy murio un amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!pobre amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ni siquiera sabe que murio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;para ti amigo traidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8701289024136193546?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8701289024136193546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8701289024136193546' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8701289024136193546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8701289024136193546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2010/02/amigo-traidor.html' title='amigo traidor...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S4rlPpvW8sI/AAAAAAAAAao/vaSRdr1GNaA/s72-c/Diabulus%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7346391853923721045</id><published>2010-02-02T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T06:59:08.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la isla de  la soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S2g7rRvJ74I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZUAFt1U7lMU/s1600-h/Copa-rota22%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433658565104103298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S2g7rRvJ74I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZUAFt1U7lMU/s320/Copa-rota22%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;erase un alma que encallo en la isla de la soledad, donde agoniza el tiempo, donde mendiga la paz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;con amargura sintio el frio de la realidad, torturada por la voz que le de volvia la mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿donde podia hallar consuelo y bienestar, si esta tierra solo crece la espiga de la vanidad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿donde poder saciar la sed de libertad ,que merecio si la piedad en esta isla jamas amanecio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y asi trascurre sus dias naufragando su destino varada su esperanza en el oleaje del olvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7346391853923721045?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7346391853923721045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7346391853923721045' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7346391853923721045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7346391853923721045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-isla-de-la-soledad.html' title='la isla de  la soledad'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S2g7rRvJ74I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZUAFt1U7lMU/s72-c/Copa-rota22%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6336440715924432976</id><published>2010-01-11T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:58:01.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soño...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S0sDBsAK0EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yitoby6PcU8/s1600-h/hadavientoyb8%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425433503624515650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S0sDBsAK0EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yitoby6PcU8/s320/hadavientoyb8%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;soño, con ver las estrellas,mas increibles del cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mientras la luna mas bella,la mecian entre sus dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;soño con ser la princesa, que siempre leia en cuentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y acababa enamorada, de aquel principe tan tierno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;soño con sentirse rosa,en manos de un jardinero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que con el tacto mas dulce la cuidaria con esmero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;soño con sentirse amana y entregarse por conpleto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pero la vida ha querido... despertarla de ese sueño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6336440715924432976?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/6336440715924432976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=6336440715924432976' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6336440715924432976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6336440715924432976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2010/01/sono.html' title='soño...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/S0sDBsAK0EI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yitoby6PcU8/s72-c/hadavientoyb8%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7270022872916871052</id><published>2009-12-15T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:00:57.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NAVIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SyegGCeCU7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/l_rB-Deh7O0/s1600-h/navidad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 491px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415473102538822578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SyegGCeCU7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/l_rB-Deh7O0/s320/navidad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FELIZ NAVIDAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;te deseo... tanta suerte como gotas tiene la lluvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tanto amor como rayos tiene el sol,y tanta felicidad como estrellas tiene el cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;si tu vida es lucha...vence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;si es ilusion...despierta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;si es amor...ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pero si tu felicidad depende de mi cariño... considerate la persona mas feliz del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;si no sabes que regalar a tus seres queridos en navidad... regalale tu amor,tal vez el adorno esta en tu sonrisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que la lluvia de la paz,la esperanza,la felicidad, y el amor, te pille con el paraguas roto, y salpique a todos los que estamos en tu entorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;para los buenos momentos...gratitud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;para los malos...mucha esperanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;para cada dia...una ilusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y siempre...felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he visto ala felicidad y me ha dicho que iba a tu casa, le he pedido que llevase tambien a la salud y al amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tratalo bien... va de mi parte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;un sabio dijo:la riqueza de un humano se mide por la cantidad y calidad de los amigos que tiene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gracias por ser parte de mi fortuna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que nunca te falte un sueño por el que luchar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;un proyecto que realizar, algo que aprender,un lugar a donde ir y algien a quien querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;estas frases son una cajita de paz llena de alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;en vuelta con cariño,sellada con una sonrisa y enviada con un beso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FELIZ NAVIDAD PARA TODOS, Y MIS MEJORES DESEOS PARA EL 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7270022872916871052?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7270022872916871052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7270022872916871052' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7270022872916871052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7270022872916871052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='FELIZ NAVIDAD'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SyegGCeCU7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/l_rB-Deh7O0/s72-c/navidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7402921794375577703</id><published>2009-12-13T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T04:23:40.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>queda proibido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SyTZQ312ScI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ZDx0JZUGlsE/s1600-h/mujer+fantasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 519px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414691535897119170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SyTZQ312ScI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ZDx0JZUGlsE/s320/mujer+fantasia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queda proibido llorar sin aprender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;levantarse un dia sin saber que hacer...tener ,miedo a tus recuerdos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queda proibido no sonreir a los problemas, no luchar por lo que quieres, abandonarlo todo por miedo,no convertir en realidad tus sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queda proibido dejar atus amigos, no intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos,llamarles solo cuando los necesitas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queda proibido echar  a alguien de menos sin alegrarte, olvidar sus ojos, su risa, todo porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;olvidar tu pasado y pagarlo con tu presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queda proibido  no buscar tu felicidad, no vivir tu vida  con una actitud positiva, no pensar en que podemos ser mejores no sentir que...sin ti no seria igual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queda proibido no intentar comprender a las personas, pensar que sus vidas vale mas que la tuya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;queda proibido no crear tu historia de dar las gracias a dios por tu vida, no tener un momento para la gente que te necesita, no comprender que lo que la vida te da,tambien te lo quita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7402921794375577703?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7402921794375577703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7402921794375577703' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7402921794375577703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7402921794375577703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/12/queda-proibido.html' title='queda proibido...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SyTZQ312ScI/AAAAAAAAAaA/ZDx0JZUGlsE/s72-c/mujer+fantasia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6643294033368842281</id><published>2009-12-10T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T05:55:27.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tkm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SyD5n-l41-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cJabkjc8vG0/s1600-h/TRISTEZAS%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413601217311463394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SyD5n-l41-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cJabkjc8vG0/s320/TRISTEZAS%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;un largo viaje se izo para decirte &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;parecías&lt;/span&gt; un &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ángel&lt;/span&gt; dormida, seria que el reflejo de ellos iluminaban tu rostro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;largo y triste se izo el camino ,verte mirarte, decirte &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adiós&lt;/span&gt; fue lo mas triste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;solo nos queda la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ilusión&lt;/span&gt; de que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estés&lt;/span&gt; con todos tus seres queridos, aunque &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allás&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dejado&lt;/span&gt; a muchos que te quieren,y nunca te olvidaran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;esa casa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vacía&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fría&lt;/span&gt; al llegar,ver que la persona que mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; en el mundo de la tristeza de verte ir, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;se puso&lt;/span&gt; mala y su &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; de la pena intento fallar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;agravo mas mi tristeza, solo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;queda va&lt;/span&gt; que no fuera nada y volvieras &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acasa&lt;/span&gt; sana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; fue, entre la pena de ver irse aun familiar, la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alegría&lt;/span&gt; de ver aun madre ponerse buena ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;una &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alegría&lt;/span&gt; entre tanta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tisteza&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tkm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6643294033368842281?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/6643294033368842281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=6643294033368842281' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6643294033368842281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6643294033368842281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/12/tkm.html' title='tkm'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SyD5n-l41-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/cJabkjc8vG0/s72-c/TRISTEZAS%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6451027461003199555</id><published>2009-10-21T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T01:52:05.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/St7Kq4lM_SI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zN6ALg04ivs/s1600-h/20071007042529-lluvia%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394972241728175394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/St7Kq4lM_SI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zN6ALg04ivs/s320/20071007042529-lluvia%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sere la musa y tu el poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sere la miel que de sea tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sere luna, que refleja en agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sere luz en la oscuridad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sete tu almohada, que por las noches acaricie tu soledad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sere el mar, y tu el velero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sere la estrella que brille mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sere la musa y tu el poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;aquel que sueña en soledad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6451027461003199555?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/6451027461003199555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=6451027461003199555' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6451027461003199555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6451027461003199555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/10/sere.html' title='sere...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/St7Kq4lM_SI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zN6ALg04ivs/s72-c/20071007042529-lluvia%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-574757324224782035</id><published>2009-10-15T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T02:56:02.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acaso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Stbxk3erwcI/AAAAAAAAAZI/psuWxZSBZjU/s1600-h/20070420121301-mujer-20desnuda-20ne%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392763219492979138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Stbxk3erwcI/AAAAAAAAAZI/psuWxZSBZjU/s320/20070420121301-mujer-20desnuda-20ne%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;acaso esta lloviendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o es solo el gemir de mi tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y es que sienten tanto frio mis manos al buscarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y es que se resiente tanto mi memoria al recordarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que acaso esta lloviendo en le cielo de mi tristeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-574757324224782035?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/574757324224782035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=574757324224782035' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/574757324224782035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/574757324224782035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/10/acaso.html' title='acaso...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Stbxk3erwcI/AAAAAAAAAZI/psuWxZSBZjU/s72-c/20070420121301-mujer-20desnuda-20ne%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8777899342035151286</id><published>2009-10-05T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:31:22.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz viaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sso2nig3qYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OEPXarDtROc/s1600-h/burning_angel_wings_to_dust_by_Prin%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389179957009688962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sso2nig3qYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OEPXarDtROc/s320/burning_angel_wings_to_dust_by_Prin%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;fue un verano distinto y tan distinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de pensar que pasare por esa casa y  mirar para darte los "buenos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loca&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y de pensar que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;volveré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;apasar&lt;/span&gt; y ya no te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;veré&lt;/span&gt; mas, ya no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estarás&lt;/span&gt; hay para decirme"donde vas"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;como cambia la vida, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;te deje&lt;/span&gt; viva...te di un beso diciendo..."hasta la vuelta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y ya no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;habrá&lt;/span&gt; nunca esa vuelta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ya cuando vuelva a verte &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estarás&lt;/span&gt; en un largo sueño...de un sueño que por mas te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;te mire&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;que te llore no despertaras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;solo nos queda la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ilusión&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aunque&lt;/span&gt; tu cuerpo no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estén&lt;/span&gt; entre no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sotros&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estarás&lt;/span&gt; en otra forma, en &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;espíritu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;quiero decirte que feliz &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;viaje&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;da le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alos&lt;/span&gt; abuelos, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tíos&lt;/span&gt;, un beso y un &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oskiero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jamas os olvidare,y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vosotros&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reuniré&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TE QUIERO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8777899342035151286?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8777899342035151286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8777899342035151286' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8777899342035151286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8777899342035151286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/10/feliz-viaje.html' title='feliz viaje'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sso2nig3qYI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OEPXarDtROc/s72-c/burning_angel_wings_to_dust_by_Prin%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-2838921508395802360</id><published>2009-09-17T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:28:44.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frases de goucho max</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SrHxcM6V5wI/AAAAAAAAAYg/MPsFcdmTS9U/s1600-h/picCAJ2GC5I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382348496489015042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SrHxcM6V5wI/AAAAAAAAAYg/MPsFcdmTS9U/s320/picCAJ2GC5I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sean amables con sus hijos... ellos son quienes un dia escogeran vuestro hospicio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; los amigos van y vienen...! pero los enemigos se acumulan...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;algunos aman tanto a su mujer que para evitar gastarla! utilizan la de otro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;la jerarquia es como un estante.... a mas altura menos sirve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;es mejor estar callado y parecer tonto... que hablar y despejar las dudas definitivamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;solo hay una forma de saber si un hombre es honesto:preguntarselo, y si responde " si",entonces sabes que es corrupto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-2838921508395802360?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/2838921508395802360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=2838921508395802360' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2838921508395802360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2838921508395802360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/09/frases-de-goucho-max.html' title='frases de goucho max'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SrHxcM6V5wI/AAAAAAAAAYg/MPsFcdmTS9U/s72-c/picCAJ2GC5I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-2098435565857275279</id><published>2009-09-13T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:23:02.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amigos.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sq1dTBupgDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Qbmno6vYfB8/s1600-h/beautyfairyio4%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381059711240601650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sq1dTBupgDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Qbmno6vYfB8/s320/beautyfairyio4%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sq1dAzV29jI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NcZ_iT0vn-I/s1600-h/X5E2KBCAKWTPJYCAI37249CA69B27ECAHGKOYECA3YFOSCCAASRS83CAR7QMKXCAB9G1SQCANVM794CAZUVJZ7CAYULDAXCA42L4KZCAVDS2RJCA4GFLJDCALSRWPJCA4H7SDQCADLBL34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381059398140884530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sq1dAzV29jI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NcZ_iT0vn-I/s320/X5E2KBCAKWTPJYCAI37249CA69B27ECAHGKOYECA3YFOSCCAASRS83CAR7QMKXCAB9G1SQCANVM794CAZUVJZ7CAYULDAXCA42L4KZCAVDS2RJCA4GFLJDCALSRWPJCA4H7SDQCADLBL34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cuando tienes amigos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; esperamos que se preocupen por no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sotros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;si nos pasa algo, oh estamos mal, oh simplemente alegres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;el que sepamos escuchar y ayudar dentro de lo que podemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;una vez me dijeron cuando quieras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;saber&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;al mente&lt;/span&gt; hay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alguien&lt;/span&gt; que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;te echa de menos, oh se preocupa, desaparece unos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;, y hay veras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;almente&lt;/span&gt; eres &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alguien&lt;/span&gt; para esas personas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;los amigos son como la sangre que acuden alas heridas sin ser llamados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yo este verano, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;desaparecí&lt;/span&gt; solo me fui de vacaciones, y hay vi que realmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;solo hubo una persona que se preocupo si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;esta va&lt;/span&gt; viva , oh, muerta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a esa persona la quiero dar las gracias, y decirla que la quiero mucho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que aun que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;emos&lt;/span&gt; tenido nuestras diferencias, siempre a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;es tao&lt;/span&gt; hay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dan dome&lt;/span&gt; su &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;apollo&lt;/span&gt;, y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;echándome&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bronca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cuando&lt;/span&gt; me lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;merecía&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y eso si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; con la verdad por delante y sinceras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ati&lt;/span&gt; amiga, tata, con todo mi cariño te digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GRACIAS, POR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ESISTIR&lt;/span&gt; Y ESTAR,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;EMMA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-2098435565857275279?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/2098435565857275279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=2098435565857275279' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2098435565857275279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2098435565857275279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/09/amigos.html' title='amigos.....'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sq1dTBupgDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Qbmno6vYfB8/s72-c/beautyfairyio4%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6489461895529395489</id><published>2009-09-11T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:22:26.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frases...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SqoVGu-z_GI/AAAAAAAAAYI/s23vlfXFn-I/s1600-h/DRewmcEEL4P3%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380135910282361954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SqoVGu-z_GI/AAAAAAAAAYI/s23vlfXFn-I/s320/DRewmcEEL4P3%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"el hombre es menos sincero cuando habla por cuenta propia, darle una mascara y os dira la verdad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"los errores personales no son causa de verguenza,lo que humilla es que sean visto por todos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"el mundo esta lleno de sufrimiento pero tambien de superacion del mismo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"podemos perdonar a un niño que teme a la oscuridad, la verdadera tregedia es cuando los hombres temen la luz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"vive como si fueras a morir mañana, aprende como si fueras a vivir para siempre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6489461895529395489?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/6489461895529395489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=6489461895529395489' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6489461895529395489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6489461895529395489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/09/freses.html' title='frases...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SqoVGu-z_GI/AAAAAAAAAYI/s23vlfXFn-I/s72-c/DRewmcEEL4P3%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-1339772720989453986</id><published>2009-09-06T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:33:05.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quien te crees tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SqPRZFRLAHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JXwMM8hSPT8/s1600-h/pic%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378372608851640434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SqPRZFRLAHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JXwMM8hSPT8/s320/pic%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quien te crees para hablar de mi?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;para poner entre dicho mi vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;para criticarme......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;para des &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prestijiarme&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;para hablar de lo que esta bien y mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quien te crees tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;si no eres nadie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;falsedades, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hipocresia&lt;/span&gt;, es lo que tienes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y aun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;os dais&lt;/span&gt; el lujo de no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;saber&lt;/span&gt; nada de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y poner en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vuestras&lt;/span&gt; bocas basura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;como le puede gustar tanto ala gente en hundir con sus mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sus patrañas, sus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;envidias&lt;/span&gt;, en un intentar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;undir&lt;/span&gt; la vida auna persona?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;por que no tienen vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;para esas personas... le digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cada uno da lo que tiene, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vosotros&lt;/span&gt; dais basura, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hipocresia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yo doy lo que tengo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;un beso, y un hola amigo......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378377262719638018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SqPVn-RxGgI/AAAAAAAAAYA/MRDsthxzKLE/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n+de+GIF+(22035483).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-1339772720989453986?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/1339772720989453986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=1339772720989453986' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1339772720989453986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1339772720989453986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/09/quien-te-crees-tu.html' title='quien te crees tu?'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SqPRZFRLAHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JXwMM8hSPT8/s72-c/pic%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-9168152613598060496</id><published>2009-09-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:36:39.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a la soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sp6sRzBpWvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gAmFtcnpp8E/s1600-h/almas_goticas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376924426881817330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sp6sRzBpWvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gAmFtcnpp8E/s320/almas_goticas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola soledad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me gustaría saber como estas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dentro de mi alma no te puedo preguntar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hola soledad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que se siente un corazón frío y marchito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te preguntaras porque te escribo, solo quiero saber de ti mi buena amiga soledad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seremos 2 o solo Uno?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como poder preguntarte si eres parte negra en mi alma herida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola soledad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ojalá te encuentres bien yo estoy feliz de que mi corazón no vuelva a latir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola soledad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en la eternidad tu y yo seremos la misma persona que aflora millones de lamentos de lágrimas y de sufrimiento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-9168152613598060496?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/9168152613598060496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=9168152613598060496' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/9168152613598060496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/9168152613598060496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/09/carta-la-soledad.html' title='Carta a la soledad'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sp6sRzBpWvI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gAmFtcnpp8E/s72-c/almas_goticas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8335221557407167290</id><published>2009-09-02T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:24:42.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sp6pPVeeezI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_Ifvc-MnZBE/s1600-h/pasion%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376921086055054130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sp6pPVeeezI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_Ifvc-MnZBE/s320/pasion%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sp6ox-hPJaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Zbh4m67AH-s/s1600-h/beso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376920581676410274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 5px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sp6ox-hPJaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Zbh4m67AH-s/s320/beso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ¿De qué se nutre la nostalgia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uno evoca dulzuras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cielos atormentados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tormentas celestiales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escándalos sin ruido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paciencias estiradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;árboles en el viento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oprobios prescindibles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bellezas del mercado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cánticos y alborotos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lloviznas como pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escopetas de sueño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdones bien ganados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero con esos mínimos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no se arma la nostalgia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;son meros simulacros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la válida la única&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nostalgia es de tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mario Benedetti)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8335221557407167290?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8335221557407167290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8335221557407167290' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8335221557407167290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8335221557407167290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/09/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sp6pPVeeezI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_Ifvc-MnZBE/s72-c/pasion%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8317831408717417182</id><published>2009-08-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:25:54.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>esa casa vieja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SpWWk9M4o-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Q8-CX1sj0s8/s1600-h/Casa_gotica%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374367291984618466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 467px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SpWWk9M4o-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Q8-CX1sj0s8/s320/Casa_gotica%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;te escribo con cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;esta casa vieja, esos lamentos que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ollen&lt;/span&gt; en cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;parez&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;en cada esquina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;avía&lt;/span&gt; hojas secas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cada besos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;se te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;escapaba&lt;/span&gt; y yo te robaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;perdí&lt;/span&gt; mi alma, por quererte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;que hice yo, con todas esas holas secas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;solo tener fe... y querer encontrarme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; misma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lo que esa casa vieja me robo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;y solo medio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cada esquina de mi piel callada..e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sas&lt;/span&gt; horas con la luz en la ventana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;viendo tu sombra. y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;saber&lt;/span&gt; que no podre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;seguir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;roban dote&lt;/span&gt; tus besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;solo ver esa luz en la casa vieja.. y recordar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;solo savia que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;detrás&lt;/span&gt; de esa ventana solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;queda van&lt;/span&gt; hojas secas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8317831408717417182?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8317831408717417182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8317831408717417182' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8317831408717417182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8317831408717417182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/08/esa-casa-vieja.html' title='esa casa vieja'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SpWWk9M4o-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/Q8-CX1sj0s8/s72-c/Casa_gotica%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6824595078322600097</id><published>2009-07-23T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:23:48.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hasta la vuelta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Smhvz6SFpkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/iNfUGpLG5gg/s1600-h/KIR3IICA60I2E7CA53CPIDCA12I79CCAPCAIA9CAACTLVHCA0XUYY3CAKF8CI4CAMQ106ECAGNPT8ECA2FSHNECALVTUO4CALBYV3SCAEDRVZSCAN4ADM6CA178C4PCAA9BY7CCANZ6O4T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361658293993711170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Smhvz6SFpkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/iNfUGpLG5gg/s320/KIR3IICA60I2E7CA53CPIDCA12I79CCAPCAIA9CAACTLVHCA0XUYY3CAKF8CI4CAMQ106ECAGNPT8ECA2FSHNECALVTUO4CALBYV3SCAEDRVZSCAN4ADM6CA178C4PCAA9BY7CCANZ6O4T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FELICES VACACIONES,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hasta la vuelta, ya estoy preparando las cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;para irme unos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; a respirar aire puro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ver campo, y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ríos&lt;/span&gt; con sus aguas cristalinas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y ver a mi madre, que tengo ganas ya de verla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;achucharla y decirla lo mucho que la quiero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hasta la vuelta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y recordar &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;os quiero mucho, y amenazo con volver,jajajaja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;un millon de BESOSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6824595078322600097?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/6824595078322600097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=6824595078322600097' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6824595078322600097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6824595078322600097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/07/hasta-la-vuelta.html' title='hasta la vuelta...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Smhvz6SFpkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/iNfUGpLG5gg/s72-c/KIR3IICA60I2E7CA53CPIDCA12I79CCAPCAIA9CAACTLVHCA0XUYY3CAKF8CI4CAMQ106ECAGNPT8ECA2FSHNECALVTUO4CALBYV3SCAEDRVZSCAN4ADM6CA178C4PCAA9BY7CCANZ6O4T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-3720831139995715044</id><published>2009-07-20T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:01:51.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>los fallos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SmSiY7JVk6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/HM9zMOuGIaQ/s1600-h/04449%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360588005555147682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SmSiY7JVk6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/HM9zMOuGIaQ/s320/04449%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"los fallos y defectos de la mente son como heridas en el cuerpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aunque se empleen todos los cuidados para curarlas siempre quedara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;una cicatriz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-3720831139995715044?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/3720831139995715044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=3720831139995715044' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/3720831139995715044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/3720831139995715044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/07/los-fallos.html' title='los fallos...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SmSiY7JVk6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/HM9zMOuGIaQ/s72-c/04449%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-1212269356873159400</id><published>2009-07-17T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:54:06.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dicen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SmCCYIipY9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SNWnpIVpv5s/s1600-h/03793%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359426907692164050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SmCCYIipY9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SNWnpIVpv5s/s320/03793%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SmB_dOIHYSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wz5sAwzhrhc/s1600-h/Y6OWAGCAYQPF0VCAHA9Q0UCATFB8T7CAAYZUZUCAWFLUSXCAPZ7TPKCA4AILDZCA979O1SCA0V1WW1CALOLVQGCAJ6VQZBCAG6OM6LCAM0TR08CAB5O69ECAZ8SNDHCAVY3TV4CAUXL4Y1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359423696555958562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SmB_dOIHYSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wz5sAwzhrhc/s320/Y6OWAGCAYQPF0VCAHA9Q0UCATFB8T7CAAYZUZUCAWFLUSXCAPZ7TPKCA4AILDZCA979O1SCA0V1WW1CALOLVQGCAJ6VQZBCAG6OM6LCAM0TR08CAB5O69ECAZ8SNDHCAVY3TV4CAUXL4Y1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"dicen que el tiempo cura las heridas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no estoy de acuerdo,las heridas perduran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;con el tiempo la mente para protejer su cordura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;las cubre con cicatrices y el dolor se atenua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pero nunca de saparecen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-1212269356873159400?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/1212269356873159400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=1212269356873159400' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1212269356873159400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1212269356873159400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/07/dicen.html' title='dicen...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SmCCYIipY9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SNWnpIVpv5s/s72-c/03793%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4588732123491757939</id><published>2009-07-16T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:18:31.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo lo que siempre necesité saber, lo aprendí de mi Madre:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sl9SxdMA9oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/h9jO6A4nYkk/s1600-h/G82HEACA2SDUCLCAZWF217CADECZ0VCAJA3UQFCAJIW02GCAL8FIXLCAV818DCCARM4EW1CAA17SV3CADAHWSMCALEQSF6CAMVJ0HMCAYRQ3JGCAYMTS0PCA72YWEECAPCMMAACAQ8LNH6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359093091196270210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sl9SxdMA9oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/h9jO6A4nYkk/s320/G82HEACA2SDUCLCAZWF217CADECZ0VCAJA3UQFCAJIW02GCAL8FIXLCAV818DCCARM4EW1CAA17SV3CADAHWSMCALEQSF6CAMVJ0HMCAYRQ3JGCAYMTS0PCA72YWEECAPCMMAACAQ8LNH6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo lo que siempre necesité saber, lo aprendí de mi Madre:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó a APRECIAR UN TRABAJO BIEN HECHO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Si os vais a matar, hacerlo afuera. Acabo de terminar de limpiar!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó RELIGIÓN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Reza para que esta mancha salga de la alfombra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó RAZONAMIENTO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Porque yo lo digo, por eso... y punto!!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó PREVISIÓN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Asegúrate de que llevas ropa interior limpia, por si tienes un accidente.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó IRONÍA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Tú sigue llorando, veras como te doy una razón para que llores de verdad.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó a ser AHORRATIVO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Guárdate las lágrimas para cuando yo me muera!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó OSMOSIS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cierra la boca y come!!!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi madre me enseñó CONTORSIONISMO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'¡Mira la suciedad que tienes en la nuca, vuélvete!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó FUERZA Y VOLUNTAD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Te vas a quedar sentado hasta que te comas todo.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi madre me enseño METEOROLOGÍA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Parece que ha pasado un huracán por tu cuarto.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó VERACIDAD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'¡¡Te he dicho un millón de veces que no seas exagerado!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi madre me enseñó MODIFICACIÓN DE PATRONES DEL COMPORTAMIENTO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Deja de actuar como tu padre!!!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó habilidades como VENTRILOQUIA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'No me rezongues, cállate y contéstame: ¿por que lo hiciste?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi madre me enseñó LENGUAJE ENCRIPTADO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'No me, no me... que te, que te...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi madre me enseñó técnicas de ODONTOLOGÍA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Me vuelves a contestar y te estampo los dientes contra la pared!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi madre me enseñó GEOGRAFÍA DE ESPAÑA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'¡Como sigáis así os voy a mandar a uno a Cádiz y al otro a La Coruña!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi madre me enseñó BIOLOGÍA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'¡Tienes menos cerebro que un mosquito!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó LÓGICA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Mamá, ¿qué hay de comer?'' ¡COMIDA!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mi madre me enseñó RECTITUD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Te voy a enderezar de un tortazo!!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¡¡¡GRACIAS MAMA!!!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madre solo hay una....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4588732123491757939?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4588732123491757939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4588732123491757939' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4588732123491757939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4588732123491757939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/07/todo-lo-que-siempre-necesite-saber-lo.html' title='Todo lo que siempre necesité saber, lo aprendí de mi Madre:'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sl9SxdMA9oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/h9jO6A4nYkk/s72-c/G82HEACA2SDUCLCAZWF217CADECZ0VCAJA3UQFCAJIW02GCAL8FIXLCAV818DCCARM4EW1CAA17SV3CADAHWSMCALEQSF6CAMVJ0HMCAYRQ3JGCAYMTS0PCA72YWEECAPCMMAACAQ8LNH6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5080790944149377088</id><published>2009-07-09T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:02:20.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamientos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlYwaniaQdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SbBxy1WeJY8/s1600-h/11013329561%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356522040651825618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlYwaniaQdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SbBxy1WeJY8/s320/11013329561%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ahora que esta todo en silencio, meda por recordar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;momentos alegres ,son pocos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; que mucho no hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que recordar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pero cuando esa persona ya no esta en nuestras vidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;piensas que bonito fue... y ahora enfadadas por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;estupidez&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y dicen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;.. volveremos hablarnos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cuando? cuando ya estemos muertos? cuando ya sea tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;para decir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;perdón&lt;/span&gt; que tontas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hemos&lt;/span&gt; sido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;quien nos de vuelve esos años perdidos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nadie esos años se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pierden&lt;/span&gt;.. donde? no se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pensamos que vamos a durar una eternidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;para decir un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lo siento&lt;/span&gt;.. un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;te quiero&lt;/span&gt;.. un te echo de menos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y no nos damos cuenta que la vida pasa en un suspiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y esos años perdidos nadie te los de vuelve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de muertos todos que buenos somos y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;llorar por no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aver&lt;/span&gt; dicho a tiempo" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; estoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;vamos hablarlo... y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;arreglarlo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no quiero que se llore en muerte lo que no supiste decirme en vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;en vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;se puede&lt;/span&gt; llorar de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alegría&lt;/span&gt; por un ramo de flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;para que en muerte si no se pueden , oler?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dejéis&lt;/span&gt; nunca de decir lo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sentís&lt;/span&gt;, mañana puede ser tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y no os pueden ver, ni escuchar, ni sentir),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356522214857879362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlYwkwgXr0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/g2VdSD6IvFs/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n+de+GIF+(22035516).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-5080790944149377088?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/5080790944149377088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=5080790944149377088' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5080790944149377088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5080790944149377088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/07/pensamientos.html' title='pensamientos'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlYwaniaQdI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SbBxy1WeJY8/s72-c/11013329561%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-9106036842557803284</id><published>2009-07-06T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:17:49.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEMA CON MUCHA SENSUALIDAD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlIwauvJZ7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/ot_CZsxtUHs/s1600-h/despues%2520del%2520amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355396142677452722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlIwauvJZ7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/ot_CZsxtUHs/s320/despues%2520del%2520amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cuando te encuentre, te poseeré.&lt;br /&gt;...ese día, o a más tardar al siguiente, te llevaré a la cama.&lt;br /&gt;Sin pedirte permiso me acercaré,&lt;br /&gt;tocaré todo tu cuerpo y te poseeré.&lt;br /&gt;Te dejaré con una enorme sensación de cansancio,&lt;br /&gt;y, ya sin fuerzas, sentirás inaguantables deseos&lt;br /&gt;de abandonarte.&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente erizaré tu piel&lt;br /&gt;y te haré transpirar profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;TE HARÉ GEMIR Y HASTA LLORAR.&lt;br /&gt;Te dejaré sin aliento, sin aire&lt;br /&gt;y sentirás en tu cabeza fuertes pulsaciones.&lt;br /&gt; Mientras esté contigo, no te sentirás capaz de dejar la cama!&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando yo termine, me iré sin despedirme,&lt;br /&gt;con la convicción de que un día volveré!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firmado: “LA Gripe”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-9106036842557803284?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/9106036842557803284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=9106036842557803284' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/9106036842557803284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/9106036842557803284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/07/poema-con-mucha-sensualidad.html' title='POEMA CON MUCHA SENSUALIDAD...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlIwauvJZ7I/AAAAAAAAAVo/ot_CZsxtUHs/s72-c/despues%2520del%2520amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8508662604329884115</id><published>2009-07-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:39:08.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERÓTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlD_Ghd8IhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nFhGTDhHkWU/s1600-h/01cd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355060444471763474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlD_Ghd8IhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nFhGTDhHkWU/s320/01cd0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cayó sobre tu espalda&lt;br /&gt;la llama de tu pelo,&lt;br /&gt;y quemó la blancura&lt;br /&gt;su ondulación de fuego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre los áureos rizos,&lt;br /&gt;por el amor deshechos,&lt;br /&gt;yo vi calientes, húmedos,&lt;br /&gt;brillar tus ojos negros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin desmayar, erguidos,&lt;br /&gt;redondos, duros, tersos,&lt;br /&gt;temblaron los montones&lt;br /&gt;de nieve de tus pechos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de amor encendida,&lt;br /&gt;estremecido el cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;con amorosa savia&lt;br /&gt;sus rosas florecieron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El clavel de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;brindaba miel de besos,&lt;br /&gt;y fue mi boca ardiente&lt;br /&gt;abeja de sus pétalos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la crujiente seda,&lt;br /&gt;que resbalara al suelo,&lt;br /&gt;emergió su blancura&lt;br /&gt;tu contorno supremo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al impulso movido&lt;br /&gt;de ardoroso deseo,&lt;br /&gt;se cimbró entre mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;y quedó prisionero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me abrasaban tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Me quemaba tu aliento.&lt;br /&gt;Y apagó las palabras&lt;br /&gt;el rumor de tus besos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8508662604329884115?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8508662604329884115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8508662604329884115' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8508662604329884115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8508662604329884115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/07/erotica.html' title='ERÓTICA'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlD_Ghd8IhI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nFhGTDhHkWU/s72-c/01cd0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5748917787190846918</id><published>2009-07-05T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:25:50.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE SÓLO IMAGINARME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlD8QSCv_6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Gu--q1I13Go/s1600-h/04vz7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355057313594998690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlD8QSCv_6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Gu--q1I13Go/s320/04vz7%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a name="DE SÓLO IMAGINARME..."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DE SÓLO IMAGINARME...&lt;br /&gt;De sólo imaginarme que tu boca&lt;br /&gt;pueda juntarse con la mía, siento&lt;br /&gt;que una angustia secreta me sofoca,&lt;br /&gt;y en ansias de ternura me atormento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El alma se me vuelve toda oído;&lt;br /&gt;el cuerpo se me torna todo llama&lt;br /&gt;y se me agita de amores encendido,&lt;br /&gt;mientras todo mi espíritu te llama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y después no comprendo, en la locura,&lt;br /&gt;de este sueño de amor a que me entrego;&lt;br /&gt;si es que corre en mis venas sangre pura,&lt;br /&gt;o si en vez de la sangre corre fuego...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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IMAGINARME...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlD8QSCv_6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Gu--q1I13Go/s72-c/04vz7%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-487620076986092298</id><published>2009-07-05T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:24:03.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlDseoyW6TI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kUQn3TAX-UQ/s1600-h/0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355039968032385330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlDseoyW6TI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kUQn3TAX-UQ/s320/0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;el amor no es estar demostrando lo que vales &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instante&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;el amor traspasa este mundo y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sigue&lt;/span&gt; en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tras mundo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;no es esperar a que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;te loden&lt;/span&gt; todo y tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inerte&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;el amor es dar sin esperar nada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acambio&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;el amor nace de una palabra y muere en una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;es hacerte sentir especial, no hacerte sentir mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;el amor verdadero es un cuerpo en dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alma&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;y una alma en dos cuerpos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;es confianza, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ilusión&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alegría&lt;/span&gt; en el alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;no es tristeza, retos, y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;des confianzas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;esiste&lt;/span&gt; el amor? oh solo es una ,mera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ilusión&lt;/span&gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mien tras&lt;/span&gt; desciframos ese enigma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;se giremos&lt;/span&gt; intentar encontrar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355290806573103602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlHQnXK0efI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Pb8_HmNmfuA/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n+de+GIF+(22035530).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-487620076986092298?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/487620076986092298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=487620076986092298' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/487620076986092298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/487620076986092298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-amor.html' title='el amor'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SlDseoyW6TI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kUQn3TAX-UQ/s72-c/0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-1559044526759873508</id><published>2009-06-29T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:13:50.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alacran...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkkEDsEg4-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/o0GCLQyjDNo/s1600-h/arderot0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352814093522756578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkkEDsEg4-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/o0GCLQyjDNo/s320/arderot0%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alacrán&lt;/span&gt;, que picas a traicion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alacrán&lt;/span&gt;, que apareces sin avisar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que te escondes en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frió&lt;/span&gt; invierno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y remontas en verano, para atacar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alacrán&lt;/span&gt; que solo te mueve la maldad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alacrán&lt;/span&gt;... eso eres tu querida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alacrán&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que no dejas de inyectar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y a cada paso que das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;siembras&lt;/span&gt; la maldad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352814277599457634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkkEOZz0cWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gVXKaGjDJT0/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n+de+GIF+(22035508).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-1559044526759873508?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/1559044526759873508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=1559044526759873508' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1559044526759873508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1559044526759873508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/alacran.html' title='alacran...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkkEDsEg4-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/o0GCLQyjDNo/s72-c/arderot0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-793089638400726581</id><published>2009-06-26T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:11:49.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkTxz8CT5tI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HrNW8dBAs_8/s1600-h/foto1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351668131814434514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkTxz8CT5tI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HrNW8dBAs_8/s320/foto1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;camino por senderos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sombríos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;con la mirada perdida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mirando sin ver,&lt;img class="gl_spell" alt="Comprobar ortografía" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;buscando sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;la noche &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;en pieza&lt;/span&gt; a caer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frió&lt;/span&gt; en el alma se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acentúa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;es la&lt;/span&gt; soledad mi compañera de caminos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;amiga incondicional... guardiana de mis secretos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sigo caminando....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351669300508731554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkTy39wvqKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/eBbEcxrP92k/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n+de+GIF+(22035516).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-793089638400726581?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/793089638400726581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=793089638400726581' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/793089638400726581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/793089638400726581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/camino.html' title='camino...'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkS9ZratfNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_O5E1Q1yv-Q/s1600-h/foto1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351610506072128722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 5px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkS9ZratfNI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_O5E1Q1yv-Q/s320/foto1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;en este mundo no te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encontré&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;te busque pero no te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;?sera que no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;esistes&lt;/span&gt;¿ ¿oh que yo no supe mirar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sera que no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hay&lt;/span&gt; que buscar...a parece sin mas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;en este mundo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aprenderé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;amirar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;para en el otro mundo en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;contrarte&lt;/span&gt; sin mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;donde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;estés&lt;/span&gt; te buscare... donde te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alles&lt;/span&gt; te encontrare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mis alas a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jitare&lt;/span&gt; al volar cerca de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;y con mi aire decirte.. ya estoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; cerca de ti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351612431306161266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkS_JveRfHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gPFmxEkEzX4/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n+de+GIF+(22035557).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8867237423070847673?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8867237423070847673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8867237423070847673' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8867237423070847673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8867237423070847673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/en-este-mundo.html' title='pensamiento'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkTxIfcBHZI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i4yMwzxVees/s72-c/dffggfh%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4726326646248027526</id><published>2009-06-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:16:58.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no se equivoca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkIzC671Y_I/AAAAAAAAAT4/0LH1soS7qFw/s1600-h/tiredangel1pq%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350895432542544882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkIzC671Y_I/AAAAAAAAAT4/0LH1soS7qFw/s320/tiredangel1pq%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no se equivoca el hombre,que ensaya por distintos caminos para alcanzar sus metas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;....se equivoca aquel que por temor a equivocarse no acciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no se equivoca el pajaro que ensayo el primer vuelo y cae al suelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...se equivoca aquel que por temor a caerse renuncia a volar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4726326646248027526?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4726326646248027526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4726326646248027526' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4726326646248027526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4726326646248027526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-se-equivoca.html' title='no se equivoca'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkIzC671Y_I/AAAAAAAAAT4/0LH1soS7qFw/s72-c/tiredangel1pq%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7861802898346341601</id><published>2009-06-24T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:24:31.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sabios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkHwrkT1rHI/AAAAAAAAATw/vT-GuXKyYBA/s1600-h/stargirl1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350822463564786802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkHwrkT1rHI/AAAAAAAAATw/vT-GuXKyYBA/s320/stargirl1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;decian en egipto los sabios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;por la luna,la vista iras perdiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;si caminas con mal pensamiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y llevas mentiras en tus labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7861802898346341601?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7861802898346341601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7861802898346341601' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7861802898346341601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7861802898346341601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabios.html' title='sabios'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SkHwrkT1rHI/AAAAAAAAATw/vT-GuXKyYBA/s72-c/stargirl1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6306118290687598469</id><published>2009-06-14T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:24:36.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué bonito ser mujer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SjUyONDGWzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/RZ3IxlkwGlw/s1600-h/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347235352174549810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SjUyONDGWzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/RZ3IxlkwGlw/s320/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué bonito ser mujer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué me decís del trauma que supone mirarte al espejo por la mañana y encontrarte con que ese Gremlin que te mira fijamente eres tú? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te duchas, te vuelves a mirar, y decides que lo mejor va a ser darte una capa de Titanlux, a ver si aquello mejora. Y no, no mejora. Sigues siendo un Gremlin, pero así como churruscao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una vez churrascada, te diriges a despertar a tus niños. Aquí siempre ocurre algo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supongamos que el niño tiene fiebre. Tú eres una mujer con recursos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......recurres a la súplica....y suplicas a la suegra, que se quede con el niño hasta que llegue la canguro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....a la canguro, que venga un poco antes para que se vaya la suegra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...al cielo, que la seguridad social deje de comunicar,....a la 'encantadora enfermera' que te dé cita tarde para no pedir permiso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......a tu jefe que te dé permiso porque la encantadora enfermera ha pasado de ti y entre súplica y súplica tú sigues trabajando, así como haciéndote la relajada.Y al final del día, nunca antes, te llama tu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ocupadísimo marido, y te pregunta ¿qué tal cariño?.Cuando te oye rugir como un rinoceronte en celo, recuerda que el niño estaba enfermo y hace ver que no se le había olvidado y te cagas en "to" lo que se menea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y sales corriendo al pediatra, y llegas por los pelos, y te dice lo del virus, y te manda no se qué medicina, y cuando llegas a la farmacia han cerrado, y llamas a tu marido y le suplicas que cuando salga de trabajar, si no le supone mucha molestia, se pase por una farmacia de guardia, y entonces él te dice 'no voy a poder, es que tengo una reunión', que yo creo que mi marido no vive, se reúne!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y le matarías, pero por teléfono no puedes así que decides arrastrarte hasta la farmacia de guardia, y allí que llegas tú con todo colgando: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;al pequeño que le cuelgan los mocos, el mayor que se cuelga literalmente de tu manga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De la sillita cuelga tu bolso, la bolsa del bebe, la bolsa de gimnasia, la bolsa del trabajo, y la mochila del mayor, que ya quisiera Pérez de Tudela, que yo creo que este niño no crece porque la mochila se lo impide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parecemos unos 'sin-techo'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entras en la farmacia y el espejo del fondo te enseña al Gremlin churruscao pero como a trozos porque el maquillaje también se ha 'descolgao' y te suda el bigote como una foca, y te la encuentras a ella, la SUPER-ORGANIZADA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La super-organizada es esa mamá del colegio de tus hijos que siempre quisiste ser. Lleva a sus nenes a alemán, a judo, a pintura, al foníatra, a fútbol y a natación&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......Y es de las que comen y no engordan, y es delgada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......Y en los cumpleaños del nene, lleva a toda su clase 'un güevo Kinder', que son tres deseos a la vez, y tu niño con su bolsa de sugus, que yo creo que le estoy creando un trauma,...y además prepara la bechamel de las croquetas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......Yo hace tiempo que descongelo las famosas croquetas ¡que le den por culo a la bechamel!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......Y todo esto sin movérsele ni una de las siempre perfectas mechas; porque a este tipo de mujer no le crece el pelo. Yo creo que tampoco "sudan", pero de esto no estoy segura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......Y tú que intentas recolocar todo lo que te cuelga, y ella y su perfecta hilera de dientes que te sonríe y te suelta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Chica, es que no te organizas, ¿por qué no pides reducción de jornada..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquí es donde le soltarías una leche por cada euro reducido por reducir tu jornada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Superada la prueba, tus colgajos y tú regresáis a casa. La autoestima decidió quedarse en la farmacia.Y bañas a los niños, haces los deberes del mayor, le das la medicina al pequeño, les preparas la cena, se la das y les acuestas y te tiras en el sofá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y para rematar el día, al cabo de un rato, llega tu marido a casa con cara de agotamiento y te dice que no ha parado en todo el día de reunión en reunión en la oficina (ha tenido tres reuniones) y que ha tenido que comer con los compañeros en un restaurante de aúpa y te pregunta "que qué hay de cena" y que si no te importa preparar a ti la mesa porque él está muy cansado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ni siquiera te pregunta por el niño, tu trabajo, la suegra, la canguro, el jefe, la enfermera, el médico, la farmacéutica y la super-organizada, y remata diciendo que "vaya pinta de Gremlin churruscada que tienes con el maquillaje descolocado"; que "a ver si te cuidas un poco, con la cantidad de tiempo libre que tienes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y al encender la tele aparece otra super-organizada que te dice: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Ausonia, hoy me gusta ser mujer'. ¿¿¿??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVOLUCIÓN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 4 años: '¡Mi mamá puede hacer cualquier cosa!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 8 años: '¡Mi mamá sabe mucho! ¡Muchísimo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 12 años: 'Mi mamá realmente no lo sabe todo' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 14 años: 'Naturalmente, mi madre no tiene ni idea sobre esto' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 16 años: '¿Mi madre? ¡Pero qué sabrá ella!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 18 años: '¿Esa vieja? ¡Pero si se crió con los dinosaurios!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 25 años: 'Bueno, puede que mamá sepa algo del tema...' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 35 años: 'Antes de decidir, me gustaría saber la opinión de mamá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 45 años: 'Seguro que mi madre me puede orientar' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 55 años: 'Qué hubiera hecho mi madre en mi lugar?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A los 65 años: '¡Ojalá pudiera hablar de esto con mi mamá!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6306118290687598469?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/6306118290687598469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=6306118290687598469' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6306118290687598469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6306118290687598469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/que-bonito-ser-mujer.html' title='Qué bonito ser mujer!'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SjUyONDGWzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/RZ3IxlkwGlw/s72-c/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-3106306202528617467</id><published>2009-06-12T07:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:21:15.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la pura realidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SjJloQl1ddI/AAAAAAAAASI/zGiR6VNH4fo/s1600-h/y1pyF0CZlROwAeSJeLnqJ0Gosaq2OWUQchp4mgbCCxb336CcXi_IdlQmC7nqUDaS42Gsmrtq5w6d-k%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346447449965032914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SjJloQl1ddI/AAAAAAAAASI/zGiR6VNH4fo/s320/y1pyF0CZlROwAeSJeLnqJ0Gosaq2OWUQchp4mgbCCxb336CcXi_IdlQmC7nqUDaS42Gsmrtq5w6d-k%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;un medico israeli comenta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;la medecina en israel esta tan avanzada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que nosotros le quitamos los testiculos a una persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;se lo ponemos a otra y en seis semanas ya esta buscando trabajo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;un medico aleman comenta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eso no es nada, en alemania le sacamos parte del cereblo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a una persona, la ponemos en otra y en cuatro semanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya esta buscando trabajo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;un medico ruso comenta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eso tampoco es nada, en rusia la medecina esta tan avanzada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que le sacamos la mitad del corazon a una persona se la ponemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a otra y en dos semanas, ambas estan buscando trabajo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;alo que el medico ESPAÑOL responde;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nada que ver, todos ustedes estan muy atrasados!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fijense que no sotros en españa, agarramos a una persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sin cereblo, sin corazon, y sin huevos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lo pusimos de PRESIDENTE, y ahora todo el pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;esta buscando trabajo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-3106306202528617467?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/3106306202528617467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=3106306202528617467' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/3106306202528617467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/3106306202528617467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/chiste_12.html' title='la pura realidad'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SjJloQl1ddI/AAAAAAAAASI/zGiR6VNH4fo/s72-c/y1pyF0CZlROwAeSJeLnqJ0Gosaq2OWUQchp4mgbCCxb336CcXi_IdlQmC7nqUDaS42Gsmrtq5w6d-k%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4546515173724029082</id><published>2009-06-12T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:50:40.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346386808452865394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SjIuedWq3XI/AAAAAAAAARw/Kbd-CAzcuaE/s320/_luna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pablo neruda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4546515173724029082?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4546515173724029082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4546515173724029082' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4546515173724029082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4546515173724029082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/puedo-escribir-los-versos-mas-tristes.html' title='Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SjIuedWq3XI/AAAAAAAAARw/Kbd-CAzcuaE/s72-c/_luna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4058582681771291052</id><published>2009-06-10T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T03:12:49.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hola atodos, jejejejeje</title><content type='html'>Hola a todos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, Amigas,  y seres queridos, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Debido a situaciones personales recientes, he decidido darle un nuevo giro a mi vida y voy a colaborar con la Cruz Roja Internacional,&lt;br /&gt;lejos de aquí por algunos meses. He estado muy alterada, nerviosa y estresada (algunos sabran de lo que hablo) y sin estar a gusto&lt;br /&gt;en ningún sitio, y sintiendome muy apenada por esto, he tomado esta decisión, se que ha sido drástica y repentina pero no hechare pie atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Para esto debo dejarlos a todos ustedes: mi familia, mis amigos, mi casa, las cosas que tanto me gustan, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido una dificil decisión pero muy meditada, significa un gran logro personal y a pesar de que los voy a echar de menos, creo que es la mejor decisión que puedo tomar.&lt;br /&gt;Me voy dentro de 3 semanas. Ya se que ha sido una gran sorpresa para todos y creo q para mi también!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pueden seguir en contacto conmigo por correo electrónico y facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Les adjunto una foto de la estación a la que estoy asignada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les echaré de menos...&lt;br /&gt;...pero les aseguro que "estaré bien"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(POR CIERTO!!! EL CUPO DE VOLUNTARIAS ESTA YA CUBIERTO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LO SIENTO MUCHO........................NO INSISTAN....................... NO LLEVARÉ A NINGUNA......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345637841990137490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Si-FS321NpI/AAAAAAAAARo/afC9in-Qe0w/s320/cruz%2520roja%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4058582681771291052?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4058582681771291052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4058582681771291052' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4058582681771291052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4058582681771291052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/hola-atodos-jejejejeje.html' title='hola atodos, jejejejeje'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Si-FS321NpI/AAAAAAAAARo/afC9in-Qe0w/s72-c/cruz%2520roja%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8763130145213502332</id><published>2009-06-06T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T04:51:59.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leyenda"Llamadores de Angeles".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SipU-b038FI/AAAAAAAAARI/-6zKSxq1dB8/s1600-h/53332%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344177339426664530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SipU-b038FI/AAAAAAAAARI/-6zKSxq1dB8/s320/53332%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuenta la leyenda que hace miles de años unos duendes que compartian amistad con los Angeles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuvieron que huir del bosque donde vivian, por ello los Angeles como simbolo de proteccion les &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regalaron unos cachivaches que solo ellos podian llevar colgados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los Angeles explicaron a los duendes que siempre que se viesen desprotegidos o en peligro debian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de agitar la bola y ellos acudirian para protegerles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los duendes que en mas de una ocasion tuvieron que utilizarlo decidieron de llamarlos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“llamadores de Ángeles”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sólo pusieron una condición, que era de uso personal y nunca podrían prestarlos, porque si lo hacían, la magia desaparecería y su protección con ella. &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;Coloque la bola llamador de ángeles en su mano derecha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siéntese a meditar en silencio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realizando un pequeño movimiento convóquelos emitiendo un suave sonido con la bola, hable con&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ellos, pregúnteles y anote las respuestas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relájese y confíe en lo primero que le venga a la mente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este es un acto de fe y confianza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8763130145213502332?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8763130145213502332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8763130145213502332' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8763130145213502332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8763130145213502332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/06/leyendallamadores-de-angeles.html' title='Leyenda&quot;Llamadores de Angeles&quot;.'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SipU-b038FI/AAAAAAAAARI/-6zKSxq1dB8/s72-c/53332%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-1746744445740924578</id><published>2009-05-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:48:53.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loco, oh no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SiFGPrzBZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/CPqbp1LGgfQ/s1600-h/1zmypar%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341627868306827122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SiFGPrzBZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/CPqbp1LGgfQ/s320/1zmypar%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;te llaman loco, por que ves cosas que ellos jamas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; visto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;te llaman loco,porque sientes cosas que ellos jamas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;podran&lt;/span&gt; sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;te llaman loco,porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sabes&lt;/span&gt; con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;antelación&lt;/span&gt; lo que se avecina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;te llaman loco, porque ves y hablas con los muertos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"viva esa locura" y estar siempre rodeados de ellos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;y ver lo que los cuerdos, no pueden ver, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;oír&lt;/span&gt;, y sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;por no dejar sus mentes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abierta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alo&lt;/span&gt; desconocido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"no quiero estar cuerdo nunca"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;quiero ser siempre ese"loco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;que los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;olle&lt;/span&gt;, ve, y siente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;y sobre todo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;queriendo los&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-1746744445740924578?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/1746744445740924578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=1746744445740924578' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1746744445740924578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1746744445740924578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/loco-oh-no.html' title='loco, oh no?'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SiFGPrzBZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/CPqbp1LGgfQ/s72-c/1zmypar%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7168835696354832184</id><published>2009-05-28T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:04:09.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pajaros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sh6iGFhVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/xcHk9wtkD4M/s1600-h/redtailhawkif1%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884433552884706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sh6iGFhVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/xcHk9wtkD4M/s320/redtailhawkif1%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;¿te has puesto a observar la actituz de los pajaros ante las adversidades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;estan dias y dias haciendo su nido, recojiendo materiales a veces traidos desde largas distancias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y cuando ya estan terminados y estan pronto para poner los huevos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;las inclemencias del tiempo, o la obra del ser humano o de algun animal lo destruye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y tira por suelo lo que con tanto esfuerzo logro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;¿que hace el pajaro? ¿se paraliza, abandona la tarea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;de ninguna manera vuelve a comenzar, una y otra vez, hasta que el nido aparecen los primeros huevos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aveces... muchas veces... antes de que nazcan los pichones algun animal,niño, una tormenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;vuelve a destruir el nido,pero esta vez con su precioso contenido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;duele recomenzar desde cero...pero aun asi el pajaro jamas enmudece ni retrocede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sigue cantando y construyendo,construyendo y cantando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;¿has sentido que tu vida, tu tabajo, la familia, tus amigos,no son lo que señaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;¿has querido decir basta, no vale la pena el esfuerzo, esto es demasiado para mi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;¿estas cansado de recomenzar,del desgaste de la lucha diaria, de la confianza traicionada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;de las  metas no alcanzadas cuando estabas a punto de lograrlo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a si te golpee la vida una vez mas no te entreges nunca pon tu esperanza al frente y arremete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no te preocupes si en la batalla sufres alguna herida, es de esperar que algo asi suceda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;junta los pedazos de tu esperanza,armalos de nuevo y vuelve a arremeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no importa lo que pase... no desmayes, sigue adelante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;la vida  es un desafio constante pero vale la pena aceptarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y sobre todo.... nunca dejes de cantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7168835696354832184?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7168835696354832184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7168835696354832184' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7168835696354832184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7168835696354832184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/pajaros.html' title='pajaros'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sh6iGFhVQ-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/xcHk9wtkD4M/s72-c/redtailhawkif1%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7164872718865700101</id><published>2009-05-26T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:32:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no te rindas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShwxAu_mb7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PRUnV4mDZx8/s1600-h/AMIGO-1%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340197146839117746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShwxAu_mb7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PRUnV4mDZx8/s320/AMIGO-1%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;no te rindas,aun estas a tiempo de alcanzar y comenzar de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;acepta tus sombras, entierra tus miedos,libera el lastre, retoma el vuelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;no te rindas que la vida es eso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;continuar el viaje, persegir tus sueños, destrabar el tiempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;correr los escombros, y destapar el cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;no te rindas no cedas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;aunque el frio queme, aunque el miedo muerda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;aunque el sol se esconda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;aun hay fuego en tu alma, aun hay vida en tus sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;porque la vida es tuya y tuyo tambien el deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;porque lo has querido y porque te quiero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;porque  existe el vino, y el amor es cierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;porque no hay heridas que no cure el tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;abrir las puertas, quitar los cerrojos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;abandona las murallas, que te protegieron, vivir la vida y acepta el reto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;recupera la risa, ensaya el canto, baja la guardia y extiender las manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;desplega las alas e intentar de nuevo, celebra la vida y retorna los cielos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;no te rindas, aunque el frio queme, aunque el miedo muerda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;aunque el sol se ponga y se calle el viento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;aun hay fuego en tu alma aun hay vida en tus sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;porque cada dia es un comienzo nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;porque esta es la hora y el mejor momento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(mario benedetti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7164872718865700101?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7164872718865700101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7164872718865700101' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7164872718865700101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7164872718865700101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-te-rindas.html' title='no te rindas'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShwxAu_mb7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/PRUnV4mDZx8/s72-c/AMIGO-1%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4539754760346954780</id><published>2009-05-26T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:19:56.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>como cambian los dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Shvq55lwykI/AAAAAAAAAP4/D9D9bRDl5uE/s1600-h/suenos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340120063610505794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Shvq55lwykI/AAAAAAAAAP4/D9D9bRDl5uE/s320/suenos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;como cambian los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ayer toda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contenta&lt;/span&gt; por mis 1000 visitas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y hoy con ganas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desaparecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de la&lt;/span&gt; faz de la tierra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me siento moralmente muy cansada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ni fuerzas ya para llorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;aveces me pregunto,? que mal abre cometido en esta vida, para pagarlo tan caro¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sentirá&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oír&lt;/span&gt; cosas bonitas, y ver cariño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;por desgracia, desde que me levanto solo oigo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;desprecios&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;humillaziones&lt;/span&gt;, y tener la culpa de todo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y lo peor de todo de las personas que mas quieres en la vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;quien&lt;/span&gt; llevaste en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vientre&lt;/span&gt; 9 meses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;por quien das la vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y tanto que das la vida, si ellos te la quitan abase de hacerte llorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ya ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; me quedan ya, solo ganas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;desaparecer&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y que la vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;les de&lt;/span&gt; lo que la vida quiera, ya meda igual todo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt; descansar, desaparecer, y olvidarme de ellos y de que este mundo existe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;un mundo que desde que naci me nego ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4539754760346954780?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4539754760346954780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4539754760346954780' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4539754760346954780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4539754760346954780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-cambian-los-dias.html' title='como cambian los dias'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Shvq55lwykI/AAAAAAAAAP4/D9D9bRDl5uE/s72-c/suenos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-1308041061029856500</id><published>2009-05-25T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:41:04.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gracias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShrIL9iff1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/QAooVJr-hHs/s1600-h/joy_computer_id486944_size500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339800416024493906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShrIL9iff1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/QAooVJr-hHs/s320/joy_computer_id486944_size500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;e llegao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alos&lt;/span&gt; mil visitantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gracias &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;atados&lt;/span&gt; ellos y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alos&lt;/span&gt; que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;an comentao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;las entradas, gracias &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;av&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;osotros&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sigo con la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ilusión&lt;/span&gt; de hacer mas entradas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;besos&lt;/span&gt; y espero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;seguir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;viéndoos&lt;/span&gt; por el blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y le yendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vuestros&lt;/span&gt; comentarios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vosotros&lt;/span&gt; no seria posible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-1308041061029856500?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/1308041061029856500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=1308041061029856500' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1308041061029856500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1308041061029856500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/gracias.html' title='gracias'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShrIL9iff1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/QAooVJr-hHs/s72-c/joy_computer_id486944_size500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7067942714436314113</id><published>2009-05-23T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:17:20.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un angel enamorao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShhGpoDdO2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/J8eFJtohGMU/s1600-h/CityAngels%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339095039188220770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShhGpoDdO2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/J8eFJtohGMU/s320/CityAngels%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ángel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enamorao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;me dijeron&lt;/span&gt; para ver esta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;película&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y cundo la vi, no puede mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; llorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;preciosa historia de amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;me tire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;  mirando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;aver&lt;/span&gt; donde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;esta va&lt;/span&gt; mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ángel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sabe&lt;/span&gt; si todos lo tenemos y no los vemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;el final nos de muestra que no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; se es feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pero mientras la estas viendo te lleva aun mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;imajinario&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;imajinario&lt;/span&gt; digo por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; no existe ese amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;una pena la verdad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; me encanto la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;película&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;son esas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; las ves unas cuantas veces y aun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kieres&lt;/span&gt; mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;por lo menos yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ojo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; la verla puede &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; te sientas observado,jajajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7067942714436314113?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7067942714436314113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7067942714436314113' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7067942714436314113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7067942714436314113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-angel-enamorao.html' title='un angel enamorao'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShhGpoDdO2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/J8eFJtohGMU/s72-c/CityAngels%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5453282596863227467</id><published>2009-05-23T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:07:14.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que tendra el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShfXPWccrCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/irhKSUAiKs8/s1600-h/1cde1f2710287dbc5f6465f70537df81o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338972541993921570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShfXPWccrCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/irhKSUAiKs8/s320/1cde1f2710287dbc5f6465f70537df81o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que tendra el amor,que todos te escribimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y pocos son los que te conocen.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y logran ser tocados por ti......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338973537927630738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShfYJUljD5I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/mWNFYylocqU/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n+de+GIF+(22035516).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;la mas lindas palabras de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;son dichas con el silencio de una mirada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-5453282596863227467?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/5453282596863227467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=5453282596863227467' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5453282596863227467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5453282596863227467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-tendra-el-amorque-todos-te.html' title='que tendra el amor'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShfXPWccrCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/irhKSUAiKs8/s72-c/1cde1f2710287dbc5f6465f70537df81o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-115044083239021224</id><published>2009-05-22T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:15:35.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mariposa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShbPhhiDbcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/M6KnABVy2_k/s1600-h/DRewmcEEL4P3%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338682583138135490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShbPhhiDbcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/M6KnABVy2_k/s320/DRewmcEEL4P3%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mariposas en el viento&lt;br /&gt;Son colores para el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Son razones para odiarte&lt;br /&gt;Al igual que para amarte&lt;br /&gt;El dolor de no tenerte opaca al de soñarte&lt;br /&gt;¡Y todo sin poder olvidarte!&lt;br /&gt;El solo ver tu rostro nubla mi pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;Y destruye mis sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 siglas de papel&lt;br /&gt;En un lento atardecer&lt;br /&gt;Se tornan en sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;Y se pierden en el viento&lt;br /&gt;Para después extrañarte&lt;br /&gt;Pero sin querer amarte&lt;br /&gt;Y mucho menos olvidarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez no existas, ante la duda un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Cada frase con sigilo y con una triste melodía&lt;br /&gt;Mis palabras solo esquivan lo que mi corazón escribe&lt;br /&gt;Como tu ternura incierta esconde una razón inquieta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enganchado a ti se me nota al andar&lt;br /&gt;Por la noche o por el día siempre igual&lt;br /&gt;Lo reconozco no se disimular&lt;br /&gt;Aunque me confundes&lt;br /&gt;Aunque me transformes&lt;br /&gt;Son solo palabras&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente amargas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al final&lt;br /&gt;Te amaré con todas mis fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;Sigue dando vueltas y olvida este amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Alvaro Sánchez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-115044083239021224?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShbPhhiDbcI/AAAAAAAAAPA/M6KnABVy2_k/s72-c/DRewmcEEL4P3%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8168732330772878544</id><published>2009-05-20T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:45:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que se siente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShPRDgWPOhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sdMwY83rZw4/s1600-h/Bitmap+(13646632).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337839841517189650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShPRDgWPOhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sdMwY83rZw4/s320/Bitmap+(13646632).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;se siente&lt;/span&gt; cundo no se siente nada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vació&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;impresionante&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;es como caer por un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;terraplén&lt;/span&gt; y no llegar nunca abajo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ni poder subir arriba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ver gente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atu&lt;/span&gt; al rededor y estar solos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no poder hablar por que te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;arementen&lt;/span&gt; como perros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rabiosos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sentir que naciste en el momento y lugar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;equibocado&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;en un mundo que no es el tuyo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y no poder hacer nada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;porque te sientes que estas atado de pies y manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;por la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;circunstancias&lt;/span&gt; de la vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ver cuando paseas alas personas felices, novios, amantes, hermanos,niños, familias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y te preguntas... que mal hice para que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; se me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;niegue&lt;/span&gt; todo eso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nada no hiciste nada, solo nacer en el lugar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;equibocado&lt;/span&gt;, solo eso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y pagarlo toda la vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y cobardia para decir...!!basta ya !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soy persona no un perro, para que se me ataque por solo respirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y habrir la boca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;eso se siente cuando ya no se siente nada.....vacio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8168732330772878544?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8168732330772878544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8168732330772878544' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8168732330772878544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8168732330772878544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-se-siente.html' title='que se siente'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/ShPRDgWPOhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/sdMwY83rZw4/s72-c/Bitmap+(13646632).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6429581586045584268</id><published>2009-05-16T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:41:26.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recuerdame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sg8ZYglRhOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ey3fvBKMEu4/s1600-h/y1pEFZXDz3cOSt8JOOnzLSbPNncQk4_6DO1T1m4Q38eweZMU-SbKrbtJVhl0EAK1z-I%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J8RbcKMvQw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8J8RbcKMvQw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuérdame cuando duermes y adivino lo que sueñas&lt;br /&gt;cuando lejos de nuestra cama sea en mí en quien piensas.&lt;br /&gt;Recuérdame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuérdame cuando parta y no regrese a nuestra casa&lt;br /&gt;cuando el frío y la tristeza se funden y te abrazan.&lt;br /&gt;Recuérdame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuérdame cuando mires a los ojos del pasado&lt;br /&gt;cuando ya no amanezca en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Y que seas invisible para mí, para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuérdame amándote&lt;br /&gt;mirándote a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;atándome a tu vida&lt;br /&gt;recuérdame&lt;br /&gt;amándote&lt;br /&gt;esperándote tranquila&lt;br /&gt;sin rencores sin medida&lt;br /&gt;recuérdame, recuérdame&lt;br /&gt;que mi alma fue tatuada en tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuérdame cuando sientas que tu alma está inquieta.&lt;br /&gt;Si el deseo y tu amor no me calientan.&lt;br /&gt;Recuérdame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuérdame&lt;br /&gt;cuando mires a los ojos del pasado&lt;br /&gt;cuando ya no amanezca en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;y que seas invisible para mi, para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Recuérdame amándote&lt;br /&gt;mirándote a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;atándome a tu vida&lt;br /&gt;recuérdame amándote&lt;br /&gt;esperándome tranquila&lt;br /&gt;sin rencores sin medidas&lt;br /&gt;recuérdame, recuérdame&lt;br /&gt;que mi alma está tatuada en tu piel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6429581586045584268?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/6429581586045584268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=6429581586045584268' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6429581586045584268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6429581586045584268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/recuerdame-cuando-duermes-y-adivino-lo.html' title='recuerdame'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5121888601814917936</id><published>2009-05-15T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:00:56.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ya se</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sg3I1OPfH6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/_2jAkg5_v4g/s1600-h/pasion%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336141950185578402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sg3I1OPfH6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/_2jAkg5_v4g/s320/pasion%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ya se que nunca te podre tener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;               ya lo se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pero si puedo soñarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;             dejame soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no quiero perder la mas minima ocasion de amarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;soñar es el poder de; besar..... amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y en el sueño de sentirte junto ami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;acariciandote y tu sed calmar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;   por eso yo te pido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!!dejame soñarte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-5121888601814917936?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/5121888601814917936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=5121888601814917936' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5121888601814917936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5121888601814917936'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sg05jpU0-EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7uDNXCicwIs/s1600-h/ATcAAAB8kqMrmw4AqGBREmegoJuD-czDQ3f2tc6ov3vrzoisMffa5YYf30AhIvVxQL1H1OL4WZtzUBgSikdDLV6jN8qxAJtU9VCrkxwKMfac3pwf-Cua0CDuZpDgsw%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335984418055321666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sg05jpU0-EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7uDNXCicwIs/s320/ATcAAAB8kqMrmw4AqGBREmegoJuD-czDQ3f2tc6ov3vrzoisMffa5YYf30AhIvVxQL1H1OL4WZtzUBgSikdDLV6jN8qxAJtU9VCrkxwKMfac3pwf-Cua0CDuZpDgsw%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aguila de dolor y pasion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cruz resignada, alma que perdona..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  eso soy yo...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;serpiente de el amor, risa traidora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;verdugo de ensueño y de la luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;prefumado puñal, beso enconado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ese eres tu....,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-161497808003841146?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/161497808003841146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=161497808003841146' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/161497808003841146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4129104501313634112</id><published>2009-05-15T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T02:38:20.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arrastra el viento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sg02_GWBuuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3NurVLU9Q0c/s1600-h/ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335981591166565090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sg02_GWBuuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3NurVLU9Q0c/s320/ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;arrastra el viento;en los espacios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;triste gemidos repite el eco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;en la niebla de el pasado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;en las regiones de  pensamiento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gemidos tristes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;marchistas galas son mis recuerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4129104501313634112?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4129104501313634112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4129104501313634112' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8723456824184882716</id><published>2009-05-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:59:35.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SgxpSXKhGYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zw3r6YSS6Cs/s1600-h/y1pyF0CZlROwAfWMDl_rhfDr0vGkOJmG2wudk20nwOW0jYU9_VYRirQ073oykguqd7UGdZlEKUsE7c%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755422703884674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SgxpSXKhGYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zw3r6YSS6Cs/s320/y1pyF0CZlROwAfWMDl_rhfDr0vGkOJmG2wudk20nwOW0jYU9_VYRirQ073oykguqd7UGdZlEKUsE7c%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;soledad, amiga fiel que nunca me abandonas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;soledad ,que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aconpañas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;y nunca te puedo despistar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;soledad, te esquivo entre la gente.. y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; me encuentras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;soledad ,que quiero y odio ala vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;soledad,entre murmullos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;soledad, como puedo despistarte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;si ya corres por mis venas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;y se que nunca me abandonaras, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ami&lt;/span&gt; pesar...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;soledad, que me atrapas en tu tela de araña, para no soltarme jamas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335755727244778482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SgxpkFquW_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/XKelidD_Yus/s320/Animaci%C3%B3n+de+GIF+(22035557).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8723456824184882716?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8723456824184882716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soñé&lt;/span&gt;..., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soñé&lt;/span&gt; con esos besos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cálidos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;esos besos que cada vez que te veo, afloran en mi mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;esos ojos negros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mira van&lt;/span&gt;, diciendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;al fin&lt;/span&gt; juntos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;quería&lt;/span&gt; despertar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;quería&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;seguir&lt;/span&gt; acariciando tu pelo como la nieve calida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sentir&lt;/span&gt; tu cuerpo acariciando el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mio&lt;/span&gt;.... mirarte verte, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soñar te&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;al despertar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;seguía&lt;/span&gt; oliendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ati&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sentía&lt;/span&gt; tus besos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cálidos&lt;/span&gt; junto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alos&lt;/span&gt; mios..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; aun que solo fuera un sueño... y al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;des pertar&lt;/span&gt; no estuvieras en mi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;un sueño al fin y al cavo, pero fue bonito ese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;instante&lt;/span&gt; el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;soñar te&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6112564860677265046?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SglQmgNStYI/AAAAAAAAANY/QKlX3nzepGc/s72-c/Im%C3%A1gen+de+JPEG+(20216042).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5377316581259446880</id><published>2009-05-08T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:39:53.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguntas Sorprendentes Sobre SEXO Que La Gente Hace En Los Foros:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SgQJaJGm-WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LCoE8AZ19RA/s1600-h/FantasyBlueMoonWoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333398203438397794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SgQJaJGm-WI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LCoE8AZ19RA/s320/FantasyBlueMoonWoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preguntas Sorprendentes Sobre SEXO Que La Gente Hace En Los Foros:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) El semen traspasa la ropa interior? sobrevive al agua?.Mi novio eyaculo sobre mis senos en mi dia 12 del ciclo, yo estaba acostaday me quede quieta hasta que el me limpio con papel y una toalla, minutosdespues me toque la vagina (interna) con la mano pero por encima de mi ropainterior, y me quede preocupada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me temo que hay motivos para estarlo. Hay una variedad de semen, conocidocomo "Semen Potter" que es capaz de atravesar cualquierbarrera. Contiene espermatozoides con gafas y cara de tontos que sonverdaderos magos. En cuanto a si sobreviven al agua, lo mejor es que si lohaces en ese medio te pongas un traje de neopreno. Toda precaución es poca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) ¿Si es virgen y le entra semen , pasa algo?.Tengo sexoanal con mi novia , y tenemos la duda si le cae una gota de semen en lavagina y es virgen , puede pasar algo? o no entra el semen cuando es virgen ?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para naaaada. Si es virgen tiene una barrera infranqueable.Varios equipos de fútbol de primer nivel tienen en sus porterías a zagalas vírgenes.Como consejo te diría que la próxima vez que lo hagas con tu novia le pases la mano por sus genitales. Si te deja hacer sexo anal y novaginal hay algo raro. Resumiendolo mucho; TIENE MANGO SI O SI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Deseo saber si al ingerir o tragarte el semen de tu pareja se corre el riesgo de adquirir el SIDA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero qué dices?. Para naaada, para naada. Puedes pegarte auténticos banquetes de semen y ni rastro de sida. Sólo se contagia si alguien que lo tiene te llama por teléfono y tose, en ese supuesto no tienes apaño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sabeis donde puedo encontrar un tapón para evitar que salga el semen?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un todo a cien seguro que lo tienes. También puedes probar a fabricarte uno con loctite y un dedal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ) Puedo quedar embarazada si mi rodilla se lleno de semen y al colocar la pantys lo pude trasladar?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buenoooo. Lo más seguro. Date cuenta que la rodilla envasa prácticamente al vacío. La próxima vez ponte "la pantys" por la cabeza,simpre teniendo cuidado de no tener restos de semen en la oreja o en el pliegue nucal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Quiero quedar embarazada, pero cuando mi pareja acaba y me incorporo seme sale el semen. Puede ser un problema?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problema no, problemón. Te recomiendo que vayas haciendo el pino al menos los tres días posteriores a su eyaculación. Si notaspérdidas puedes acudir a "pajeros sin fronteras", ellos te darán una espátula que viene de miedo para estos casos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Mi semen es transparente,y ya tengo 17...porque??? sera que soy esteril???.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AY DIOSSSS MÍIIIIIIO, ERES NENUCOOOO PERDIIIDOOOO!. Latransparencia es como la prueba del algodón. Mis condolecias U_u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) El semen deja manxas en la ropa???.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si yo te contara...Eso no hay Dios que lo saque. Ya puede venir esa moza con la arielita del futuro o 250 generaciones de Don Limpio,que no sale y no sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Si quiero isiminarme artificial sirve el semen del preservativo?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hombre, eso depende. Si quieres "isiminación" barata sí.. Puedes usar un preservativo, un bote de mermelada o el mismo orificio dela oreja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11)¿puedes quedar embarazada masturabandote con una almohada que tenga semen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin paños calientes te digo que estás embarazada. En la letra pequeña de la almohada lo pone bien claro: si eres tan guarrilla de nolimpiar la almohada después de que le echen el veneno, es evidente que te la vas a introducirhasta el gaznate; Pikolín no se hace responsable de tus vástagos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) He tenido sexo anal con mi novia y ahora ya no se le cierra ya no tiene una buena higiene incluso los gases ya no le suenan como antes solo se oye como un viento .consejos por favor?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podías haber resumido la cuestión diciendo: le he dejado a mi novia el culo como un bebedero de patos, ya ni trompetea cuando se tiraun peo. Pues te voy a decir un refran que me acabo de inventar: peo que no suena, te pinta el culo y huele de pena. Eso sí, tienes aire acondicionado gratis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Cuando el animal eyacula dentro de mujer puede que se embarace? o el hombre en un animal hembra?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se han dado casos. Espinete tuvo, al parecer, un ecuentro amoroso con Chema el panadero, y de ahí salió Rizos el de la llamada del ahorro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) Mi novia dice que no me la chupa porque el semen engorda eso es cierto?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buenooo, clarísimo. Jamás se ha conocido a ninguna modelo que lo haya hecho. Y ya si vas al endocrino te cagas, lo primero que te dicees: ¡¡haz el favor de no hacer felaciones que te estás poniendo como una foca!!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) Porque no me queda bien el condon??.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;¿Has probado combinándolo con un fular y calcetines de cuatro dedos?. Es fashion fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17(Los espermatozoides mueren al tirar el condon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Para nada. Una vez que tiras el preservativo crean un mundillo dentro de ély residen allí para siempre. Se han encontrado casos de espermatozoides de 76 años viviendo en un preservativo de sabor plátano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Cada vez que le doy un beso a una chica eyaculo es normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo creo que sí hombre, tu no te preocupes por eso. También lo que puedes hacer es penetrarla durante una hora y cuando quieraseyacular le das un besito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Puedo estar embarazada? sin penetracion sin eyaculacion y si condon ?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es muy posible. Se han dado casos de embarazo al contacto con una silla de mimbre.Yo me tomaría una pastilla invisible del día después y seguiría haciéndolo con el coco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) Si tengo relaciones diario y eyacula, q les pasa a los espermas les ganan a los nuevos o los viejos se quedan?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En estos casos se produce lo que vienen siendo unas olimpiadas de espermatozoides. Entre las pruebas están el tiro al óvulo,el salto con uretra, el lanzamiento del gameto masculino, etc. Los que ganan se quedan y los otros se despiden hasta dentro de cuatro años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-5377316581259446880?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/5377316581259446880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=5377316581259446880' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5874930679105814778</id><published>2009-05-04T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:58:10.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mañana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sf8ac8Q3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F4Pdvw7L2Ag/s1600-h/a_dama_do_bosque%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332009568345504914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sf8ac8Q3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F4Pdvw7L2Ag/s320/a_dama_do_bosque%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;porque te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nemos&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sensacion&lt;/span&gt; de estar tan solos en el mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vacíos&lt;/span&gt; en nuestros interior,tan poca cosa que nada tiene sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y el mundo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sigue&lt;/span&gt; girando a nuestro al rededor pase lo que nos pase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y te preguntas," algo tiene sentido?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;¿&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; algo por lo que luchar?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;te dicen si hay muchas cosas para luchar por ellas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y te preguntas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seré&lt;/span&gt; tan torpe que yo no las veo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;no la siento? no las encuentro?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;pero piensas mañana sera distinto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ban&lt;/span&gt; pasando la vida,y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sigues&lt;/span&gt; diciendo "mañana"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y mañana sera....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mañana&lt;/span&gt;!!!! sera otro dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-5874930679105814778?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/5874930679105814778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=5874930679105814778' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5874930679105814778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5874930679105814778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/manana.html' title='mañana'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfsjwUvQBtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9ql5aipc0T4/s320/picCAJ2GC5I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;un grupo de estudiantes se les pidio que dijeran lo que pensaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sobre las 7 maravillas de el mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;los mas votados fueron....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1ºlas piramides de egipto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2ºel toj mahal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3ºel gran cañon del colorado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4ºel canal de panama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5ºla basilica de san pedro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6º el edificio empare state,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7ºla garn muralla china,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;la maestra noto que habia una niña que no habia terminado su lista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;le pregunto¿ tienes problemas con la lista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"si, un poquito no puedo terminar de decidirme pues hay muchas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"bueno leenos las que tienes y alo mejor te podemos ayudar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;la niña dijo son;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1ºpoder verte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2ºpoder oir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3ºpoder tocar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4ºpoder probar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5ºpoder sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6ºpoder reir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7ºy poder amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;las cosas simples y ordinarias que nosotros tomamos como triviales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;son sencillamente maravillosas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;las cosas mas preciadas de la vida, no se puede construir con las manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ni se pueden comprar con dinero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-1341184858929183632?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/1341184858929183632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=1341184858929183632' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1341184858929183632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1341184858929183632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-grupo-de-estudiantes-se-les-pidio.html' title='las 7 maravillas del mundo'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfsjwUvQBtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9ql5aipc0T4/s72-c/picCAJ2GC5I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4265644135528660271</id><published>2009-05-01T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:30:44.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naciste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfrgixHdqnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tkeidiHauc/s1600-h/14%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330819996851219058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfrgixHdqnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tkeidiHauc/s320/14%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfrd0q6T5HI/AAAAAAAAALw/m-j9zYvhMso/s1600-h/Valenti6%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330817005888201842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 18px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfrd0q6T5HI/AAAAAAAAALw/m-j9zYvhMso/s320/Valenti6%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;naciste, un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; que en el mundo paso algo terrible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pero con tu nacimiento ese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convirtió&lt;/span&gt; en algo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marabilloso&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eras preciosa, esa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ca rita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pequeña&lt;/span&gt;, esos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ojitos&lt;/span&gt; que todo lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;querían&lt;/span&gt; ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;parecía&lt;/span&gt; que nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mirabas&lt;/span&gt; como diciendo,"ya estoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; para haceros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sonreír&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; fue, cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ibas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haciendo&lt;/span&gt; mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mujer cita&lt;/span&gt;, caprichosa, normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;he ras&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;muñequita&lt;/span&gt; de todos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;la niña que nunca tuve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;veía&lt;/span&gt; y por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mui&lt;/span&gt; mal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; que tuviese al ver esos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ojitos&lt;/span&gt; al mirarme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y ese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hachuchon&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;meda vas&lt;/span&gt; todo se me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pasa va&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;te echo mucho de menos mi niña pequeña,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pero aun que no te pueda ver, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; te llevo en mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; aun que sea de lejos te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;veré&lt;/span&gt; y sin que tu me veas te mandare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;un beso y un te quiero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;que seas muy feliz y la vida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;te deje&lt;/span&gt; ya de pasar tantas penalidades en enfermedad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y solo de seo que te pongas pronto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sanita&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;un beso mi niña de tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;tía&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; te quiere y nunca te olvida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4265644135528660271?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4265644135528660271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4265644135528660271' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4265644135528660271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4265644135528660271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/05/naciste.html' title='naciste'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfrgixHdqnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8tkeidiHauc/s72-c/14%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8545479745795455032</id><published>2009-04-26T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:49:43.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfSNAtdOKMI/AAAAAAAAALM/_gsqRj4Pu-w/s1600-h/rosas_en_el_pecho%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329039302427814082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfSNAtdOKMI/AAAAAAAAALM/_gsqRj4Pu-w/s320/rosas_en_el_pecho%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya perdòne errores casi imperdonables,intentè sustituir personas insustituibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y olvidar personas inolvidables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya hice cosas por inpulsos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya me decepcione de personas que pense que nunca me decepcionarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pero tambien yo decepcione a alguien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; ya abraze para protejer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rei cuando no podia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya hice amigos eternos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya ame y fui amado, pero tambien ya fui rechadado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya fui amado y no supe amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya grite y salte de tanta felicidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya vivi de amor e hice juramentos eternos, pero falle muchas veces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya llore ayendo musica y viendo fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya llame solo para escuchar  una voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya me apasione por una sonrisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya pense que me moriria de tanta tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;tuve miedo de perder a alguien especial(y acabe perdiendolo)!MAS SOBREVIVI !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yo todavia vivo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no paso por la vida... y TU tambien no deberias pasar; VIVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;es bueno ir ala lucha con determinacion, abrazar ala vida con pasion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;perder con clasey vencer con osadia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;porque el mundo pertenece a quien  se atreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y la vida es mucho para ser insignificante"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(charles chaplin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8545479745795455032?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8545479745795455032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8545479745795455032' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8545479745795455032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8545479745795455032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida.html' title='vida'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfSNAtdOKMI/AAAAAAAAALM/_gsqRj4Pu-w/s72-c/rosas_en_el_pecho%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8966367676647019173</id><published>2009-04-24T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:45:54.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te digo adiós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfH42J4y8oI/AAAAAAAAALE/G5vFD1K8dOw/s1600-h/2651682750_b352d51cb2_o%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328313443406770818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfH42J4y8oI/AAAAAAAAALE/G5vFD1K8dOw/s320/2651682750_b352d51cb2_o%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfH4W_czYyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uq_5X5U-PyA/s1600-h/SU1Z8HCA5LQOHACABVKSXICA47L1C2CA24W72PCAJY9UEJCAAMMU6YCAE55HX4CA63UY86CA55JQABCAS65TSTCAUD90SFCA1MS3YCCAGE7UQ9CA0YVVO4CAELNF1RCABVTCB4CA96W68O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328312908029059874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 6px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfH4W_czYyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uq_5X5U-PyA/s320/SU1Z8HCA5LQOHACABVKSXICA47L1C2CA24W72PCAJY9UEJCAAMMU6YCAE55HX4CA63UY86CA55JQABCAS65TSTCAUD90SFCA1MS3YCCAGE7UQ9CA0YVVO4CAELNF1RCABVTCB4CA96W68O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Te digo adiós y, acaso, te quiero todavía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no puedo olvidarte, pero te digo adiós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sé si me quisiste, no sé si te quería,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o tal vez nos quisimos, demasiado, los dos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ese cariño nuestro apasionado y loco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me lo metí en el alma, para quererte a ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sé si te amé mucho, no sé si te amé poco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero sé que nunca volveré a amar así.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te digo adiós y, acaso, con esta despedida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mis mejores sueños mueren dentro de mí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero te digo adiós, para toda la vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aunque toda la vida siga pensando en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(poema de&lt;a href="http://www.capitalemocional.com/Trastero/buesa1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;José Ángel Buesa &lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8966367676647019173?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8966367676647019173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8966367676647019173' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8966367676647019173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8966367676647019173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/04/te-digo-adios.html' title='Te digo adiós'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SfH42J4y8oI/AAAAAAAAALE/G5vFD1K8dOw/s72-c/2651682750_b352d51cb2_o%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-2671340717993505251</id><published>2009-04-19T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:50:29.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frases</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SetWHsIISGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KnIif5FYNR8/s1600-h/y1p2ywbJG4Z0WCwM68Erat2w4w6-bP6XymmUFI-3cQijFNAWWNHOECRwiZyEFn2NzjEPAx4tV1k4IQ%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326445674400073826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SetWHsIISGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KnIif5FYNR8/s320/y1p2ywbJG4Z0WCwM68Erat2w4w6-bP6XymmUFI-3cQijFNAWWNHOECRwiZyEFn2NzjEPAx4tV1k4IQ%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;si quieres ver el arco iris tienes que soportar la lluvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;el que ama es como el arbol que cubre las flores,la mano que lo sacude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;el hombre no muere cuando deja de vivir,pero si cuando deja de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;en la vida hay algo peor que el fracaso; el no haber intentado nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a la cima no se llega superando alos demas si no superandose asi mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;los hermanos puden no se amigos,pero un amigo sienpre sera un hermano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;los grilletes de oro son mucho peores que los de hierro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;no existe viento favorable para el marinero que no sabe donde ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;el dolor es inevitable, el sufrimiento es opcional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cuando se ama, la cuestion no es amar mas si no amar mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;puedes olvidar a aquel con quien has reido,pero no a aquel con el que has llorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-2671340717993505251?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/2671340717993505251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=2671340717993505251' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2671340717993505251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2671340717993505251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/04/frases.html' title='frases'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SetWHsIISGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KnIif5FYNR8/s72-c/y1p2ywbJG4Z0WCwM68Erat2w4w6-bP6XymmUFI-3cQijFNAWWNHOECRwiZyEFn2NzjEPAx4tV1k4IQ%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-2189681344710207068</id><published>2009-04-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:19:41.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahi dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sd_Fb_nqLaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Sa_BOOZQ9VI/s1600-h/suenos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323190369300131234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sd_Fb_nqLaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Sa_BOOZQ9VI/s320/suenos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hay días que cualquier cosa, te lleva a años atrás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y hoy asido uno de esos días que los fantasmas de el pasado han vuelto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y miras y ves las amistades que dejaste en el camino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;por malos entendidos, por cabezoneria, por cuantas cosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que ni se sabe el porque, solo que ya no están ahí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;la familia otro tanto, que cuando eres niña estaban todos unidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y sin saber cuando, como y donde, una mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;te levantas y se han ido de tu vida, por malos entendidos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y piensas donde están mis años? quien me los ha ro bao¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que no he hecho ni la mitad de todo lo que soñaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y se te es capan los años entre los dedos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y que decir de los amores, esos que te pensavas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que seria para siempre, y se van como un espejismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;escuchas una canción de por ti daría mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que bonitas palabras,¿ existe ese amor tan grande para dar tu propia vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dicen que si existe, yo creo que es un espejismo que lo ves y cuando vas llegando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no existe se esfuma,como el humo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pero es bonito pensar que si existe y seguir soñando con el,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hoy son esos días que, me gustaría dar marcha atrás alos años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y no dejar tantas cosas en el camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ni que me dejaran el corazón lleno de parches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-2189681344710207068?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/2189681344710207068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=2189681344710207068' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2189681344710207068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2189681344710207068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/04/hay-dias-que-cual-quier-cosa-te-lleva.html' title='ahi dias'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sd_Fb_nqLaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Sa_BOOZQ9VI/s72-c/suenos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4329504338829289108</id><published>2009-04-07T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:44:49.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>piramides</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321898299365405330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SdsuToBuMpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HdQM2gQT2zo/s320/pyramids%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que el Faraón pudiera trasformarse en dios, se requería, no obstante, una condición su cadáver debía permanecer intacto. Por ello, conservarlo en una tumba bien protegida era la preocupación esencial de los egipcios. Las primeras tumbas reales fueron las Mastabas: se componían de una cámara sepulcral subterránea, a la que se descendía por un pozo, y una pequeña construcción superficial de ladrillo, en forma de pirámide truncada de planta rectangular.&lt;br /&gt;Hacia el año 2700 a.c. el faraón Doser encargo a su ministro Imhoteb la construcción de una tumba que mostrase a sus súbditos la grandeza del faraón y del dios que &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/athens/marble/1732/l0003.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;representaba. Imhoteb que era también arquitecto, puso una sobre otra seis mastabas de piedra, cada una algo más pequeña que la anterior, y logró así la primera pirámide: una pirámide escalonada. Es la pirámide de Saqqarah, cerca de el Cairo. Con 60 metros de altura, parece una gran escalera que sube al cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Un siglo después, el la llanura de Gizeh (cerca de el Cairo), aparecen ya pirámides autenticas: las de los faraones Keops, Chefren y Micerino. sus grandes dimensiones (la pirámide de Keops tiene 146 metros de altura) y la perfección de sus proporciones dejan atónitos a quienes las contemplan. Su asombro crece aún más cuando saben que la construcción de la pirámide y de los templos que la acompañaban duraba por lo general una veintena de años y que necesitaba de varios miles de toneladas de piedras, extraídas por decenas de miles de obreros . Estos las transportaban sobre troncos y las subían mediante gigantescas ramplas de tierra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4329504338829289108?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4329504338829289108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4329504338829289108' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4329504338829289108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4329504338829289108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/04/piramides.html' title='piramides'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SdsuToBuMpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HdQM2gQT2zo/s72-c/pyramids%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-1539142803466854799</id><published>2009-04-05T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:01:57.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pantera negra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SdjjpD9F2LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NdBEaVCPFGE/s1600-h/panteranegra%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321253254313924786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SdjjpD9F2LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NdBEaVCPFGE/s320/panteranegra%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La pantera es un animal de color negro, tiene pelo, es un animal terrestre, le gusta comer carne, tiene cuatro patas, le gusta cazar, le gusta gruñir, es muy suave y vive en la selva.&lt;br /&gt;Pantera negra.Variedad melánica del leopardo.&lt;br /&gt;Mamífero felino asiático de gran tamaño. Amenazada de extinción ,la pantera es muy buscada por su piel amarílla con manchas negras.&lt;br /&gt;Llamada leopardo en África y jaguar en América.&lt;br /&gt;es elegante, alerta y muy hábil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante el día duermen o se quedan escondidas bajo las plantas espesas, arbustos o árboles altos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;es un animal precioso, entre su belleza y felina, la hace unica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-1539142803466854799?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/1539142803466854799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=1539142803466854799' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1539142803466854799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1539142803466854799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/04/pantera-negra.html' title='pantera negra'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SdjjpD9F2LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NdBEaVCPFGE/s72-c/panteranegra%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7207186815885847137</id><published>2009-04-05T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:30:49.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>atrapa sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SdjclMCvrrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6T_trs4kFmk/s1600-h/atrapa+sue%C3%B1os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321245491184250546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SdjclMCvrrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6T_trs4kFmk/s320/atrapa+sue%C3%B1os.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SdjcNWTyhWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8VuJH0sFXU0/s1600-h/atrapa+sue%C3%B1os.jpg"&gt;Cuentan las leyendas que el atrapasueños es un idea de la filosofia india de la tribu de los Xius. Los cuales utilazaron los atrapasueños como la red de su vida. Se trataba de una leyenda donde una araña le iba explicando al chamán de la tribu, que los atrapasueños se hacían como una tela de araña. En forma de circulos que se iban extrechando paralelamente a la vida y como esta era cada vez más corta y angosta. Sin embargo al final de la tela de araña hay un pequeño agujero por donde escapar de las cosas negativas de la vida. Al mismo tiempo el atrapa sueños ejercia el papel ambivalente de poder atrapar los sueños, ser capaz de retener las cosas buenas. De la misma manera que por los gujeros de la tela de araña se podía esfumar lo negativo.&lt;br /&gt;En definitiva este utensilio se conviertió en elemento fundamental de las cabeceras indias. Asi que en vuestro hogar no estaría de más que siempre tuvieraís a mano un atrapasueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7207186815885847137?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7207186815885847137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7207186815885847137' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7207186815885847137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7207186815885847137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/04/atrapa-suenos.html' title='atrapa sueños'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SdjclMCvrrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6T_trs4kFmk/s72-c/atrapa+sue%C3%B1os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4141247234084072132</id><published>2009-03-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:11:54.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dormirme entre tu pelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SctFWMQBb-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/EVgJdNd-qX4/s1600-h/la_bestia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317420032588869602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SctFWMQBb-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/EVgJdNd-qX4/s320/la_bestia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dormirme en la noche de tu pelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tu pelo.. color de nieve calida...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tus ojos negros como perlas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;desvanecerme  en tus labios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ser pigmento en tu piel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fosforo encendido en la medula de tus huesos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;desposeerte, desposeerme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amarte, quererte.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dormirme enredada entre tu pelo... en tus sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4141247234084072132?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4141247234084072132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4141247234084072132' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4141247234084072132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4141247234084072132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/03/dormirme-entre-tu-pelo.html' title='dormirme entre tu pelo'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SctFWMQBb-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/EVgJdNd-qX4/s72-c/la_bestia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5543236023404823599</id><published>2009-03-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:13:43.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi adiccion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Scj0UceeNeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yzQlu0q6xNc/s1600-h/Bitmap+(13648300).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316767992189433314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Scj0UceeNeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yzQlu0q6xNc/s320/Bitmap+(13648300).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;llegaste a mi para robarme la calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que me hiciste,que me has llegado hasta el alma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quisiera expresar lo que siento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me arrastras hacia ti....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soy adicta a ti.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cuando me envuelve las brumas de la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;siento tu aliento en mi nuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tus manos en mi cadera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tu mirada en mi cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;despierto alborozada.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;deseando encontrarte para seguir soñandote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;soñarte, amarte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eres mi sublime adiccion, mi descontrol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-5543236023404823599?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/5543236023404823599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=5543236023404823599' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5543236023404823599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5543236023404823599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/03/llegaste-mi-para-robarme-la-calma-que.html' title='mi adiccion'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Scj0UceeNeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yzQlu0q6xNc/s72-c/Bitmap+(13648300).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-1351121743141773793</id><published>2009-03-14T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T03:49:15.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no sigas a un amor que te hizo sufrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SbuK7b0rf4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/wpTATiB3Bts/s1600-h/777.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312992939099258754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SbuK7b0rf4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/wpTATiB3Bts/s320/777.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No sigas a un amor que te hizo sufrir, un amor que un día se olvidó de ti y lo peor, un amor que un día se fue de ti!!! No confíes en alguien que te dijo: 'te lo juro', 'que lloró', y luego, te reemplazó sin ningún dolor. Recuerda: 'Quien se va sin ser echado, vuelve sin ser llamado'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-1351121743141773793?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/1351121743141773793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=1351121743141773793' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1351121743141773793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/1351121743141773793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-sigas-un-amor-que-te-hizo-sufrir.html' title='no sigas a un amor que te hizo sufrir'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SbuK7b0rf4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/wpTATiB3Bts/s72-c/777.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7446208216576014025</id><published>2009-03-09T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:26:17.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aquella  mirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SbU_PI3Dh8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/D3cH1TBXcxg/s1600-h/md_5042602%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311220864862357442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SbU_PI3Dh8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/D3cH1TBXcxg/s320/md_5042602%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;observando aquella mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;un escalofrio por mi ha de trepar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;esa mirada expresa la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;palabras mudas,tristezay soledad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tiene tal frialdad que comienzo a temblar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;¿quien podria ser?.¿quien sufre tanto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;quiero quitar esa mascara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;quiero ver quien es....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;al comenzar a retirarla voy perdiendo mi razon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aquella mirada tan penetrarte solo era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;el reflejo de mis ojos en los tuyos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sin sorpresa... con gran sollozo caigo dentro de mi soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7446208216576014025?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7446208216576014025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7446208216576014025' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7446208216576014025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7446208216576014025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/03/aquella-mirada.html' title='aquella  mirada'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SbU_PI3Dh8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/D3cH1TBXcxg/s72-c/md_5042602%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8875523492031509802</id><published>2009-03-03T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:58:09.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>matrimonio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sa0pKd-yNNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_2Z_41G92fY/s1600-h/07121704052430641522808%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308944795563078866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sa0pKd-yNNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_2Z_41G92fY/s320/07121704052430641522808%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANTES DEL MATRIMONIO:EL: Si!, Por fin. Que duro fue esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Ella: Quieres dejarme?&lt;br /&gt;EL: NO! Ni siquiera lo pienses.&lt;br /&gt;ELLA: Tu me amas?&lt;br /&gt;EL: Por supuesto, una y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;ELLA: Alguna vez me has sido infiel?&lt;br /&gt;EL: Noo! Como te atreves siquiera a preguntar eso?&lt;br /&gt;ELLA: Me besarías?&lt;br /&gt;EL: En cada oportunidad que tenga&lt;br /&gt;ELLA: Te atreverías a golpearme?&lt;br /&gt;EL: Estas loca? No soy ese tipo de persona&lt;br /&gt;Ella: Puedo confiar en ti?&lt;br /&gt;EL: Si&lt;br /&gt;Ella: Mi amor!&lt;br /&gt;Despues del Matrimonio:&lt;br /&gt;Ahora leelo de abajo hacia arriba ¡¡!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8875523492031509802?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8875523492031509802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8875523492031509802' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8875523492031509802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8875523492031509802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/03/matrimonio.html' title='matrimonio'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sa0pKd-yNNI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_2Z_41G92fY/s72-c/07121704052430641522808%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-112085135859611260</id><published>2009-03-03T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:56:11.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no eres nadie ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Saz4N-tcxZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sMH3FwyP5k8/s1600-h/069%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308890979818587538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Saz4N-tcxZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sMH3FwyP5k8/s320/069%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hay mañanas que te levantas diciendo ¿que haces?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pensando en algien que pensavas que era amigo, confidente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que te ayudaria en los malos momentos, como tu a el,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;que perderia de horas de sueño por estar y escuchar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y tedas cuenta que solo tu perdistes horas, dias, años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;en estar hay ayudar a hacerle soreir, aque sus dias ,noches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fueran menos crueles de lo que eran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y hay tedas cuenta que jamas fue nada, ni tan siqiera supo ser amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;solo una persona mas de las que hay sin saver lo que significa la palabra amistad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pero ya se acavo en pensar,? en quetal estara? ¿en quetal le ira la vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ya puedo decir.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maldigo el dia que te conoci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y bendigo el dia que te perdi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-112085135859611260?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/112085135859611260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=112085135859611260' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/112085135859611260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/112085135859611260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-eres-nadie-ya.html' title='no eres nadie ya'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Saz4N-tcxZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sMH3FwyP5k8/s72-c/069%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4356606212256550653</id><published>2009-02-27T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:50:51.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"tactica y estrategia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SaeunX4lINI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-NRoeuW5cTg/s1600-h/blackglitter%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307402677328879826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SaeunX4lINI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-NRoeuW5cTg/s320/blackglitter%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mi tactica es mirarte, aprender como eres,quererte como eres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mi tactica es hablarte y escucharte,construir con palabras un puente indestructible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mi tactica es quedarme en tu recuerdo no se como,ni se con que pretexto,prero quedarme en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mi tactica es ser franco, y saver que eres franco, y que no nos vendamos simulacros para que entre los dos no halla telon ni abismos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mi estrategia es en cambio mas profunda y sinple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mi estrategia es que un dia cualqira no se como, ni se con que pretexto por fin me necesites....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4356606212256550653?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4356606212256550653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4356606212256550653' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4356606212256550653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4356606212256550653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/02/tactica-y-estrategia-mi-tactica-es.html' title='&quot;tactica y estrategia&quot;'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SaeunX4lINI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-NRoeuW5cTg/s72-c/blackglitter%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-662220151996718945</id><published>2009-02-22T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:27:33.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusiones Rotas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SaGmT9idMOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jGrh0IzYQvk/s1600-h/carmen2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SaGf-TwAx5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hl8_DtBnpJ4/s1600-h/beso%252520mares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305697728821512082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SaGf-TwAx5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hl8_DtBnpJ4/s320/beso%252520mares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Donde se van los sueños perdidos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;donde se quedan las ilusiones rotas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;como se olvidan las palabras dichas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;donde se guardan tantas y tantas horas sin ti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;como borrar tu cara, tus ojos, tu risa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;como recuperar el corazon robao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;como ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;si cuanto mas quiero olvidar mas te recuerdo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;solo te digo que.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;maldigo el dia que te conoci,&lt;br /&gt;porque?.. porque fue el dia que te perdi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305704697885962466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SaGmT9idMOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jGrh0IzYQvk/s320/carmen2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-662220151996718945?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/662220151996718945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=662220151996718945' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/662220151996718945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/662220151996718945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/02/ilusiones-rotas.html' title='Ilusiones Rotas'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SaGf-TwAx5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hl8_DtBnpJ4/s72-c/beso%252520mares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-5567042105610812071</id><published>2009-02-12T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:07:59.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>objetos magicos, el espejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRJQ_wpwTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ImL7-e_THt0/s1600-h/watergoddess%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301943217664147762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRJQ_wpwTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ImL7-e_THt0/s320/watergoddess%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRIqY4ALeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLwBbZgywJs/s1600-h/espejo.thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;Históricamente, los espejos han representado un misterio coulto y esotérico. Desde la antigüedad se han utilizado espejos como oráculos para ver el futuro. Un reconocido profeta del siglo XVI, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="nostradamus-biografia" href="http://asusta2.com.ar/2008/03/06/nostradamus-biografia-de-un-profeta/" target="_blank"&gt;Michel de Nostradamus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRIqY4ALeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLwBbZgywJs/s1600-h/espejo.thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt; tuvo algunas de sus visiones más conocidas utilizando el reflejo que le proporcionaba un cuenco de agua. Incluso, hay quienes afirman que los espejos pueden ser utilizados en rituales de invocación de espíritus y para conjurar demonios o encerrarlos eternamente cual si de una cárcel mágica se tratara.&lt;br /&gt;Los espejos más antiguos tenían características diferentes de los actuales, ya que a diferencia de los que usamos habitualmente, aquellos se construían sobre placas planas de vidrio recubiertas con láminas de plata o estaño, sin embargo, durante más de un milenio, se recogen anécdotas e historias sobre espejos mágicos.&lt;br /&gt;En el &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Antiguo_Egipto" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antiguo_Egipto" target="_blank"&gt;Antiguo Egipto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRIqY4ALeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLwBbZgywJs/s1600-h/espejo.thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt; se creía que estaban dotados de una fuerte espiritualidad y se colgaban frente a los difuntos junto con &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Imágenes_Ojo_Horus" href="http://images.google.com.ar/images?q=el+ojo+de+Horus&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:es-ES:official&amp;amp;hs=Uee&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=images&amp;amp;ct=title" target="_blank"&gt;el ojo de Horus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRIqY4ALeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLwBbZgywJs/s1600-h/espejo.thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt; con la creencia de que le permitiría a quienes dejaban de existir en el plano físico, orientarse por los senderos del más allá.&lt;br /&gt;En muchos pueblos antiguos existía la creencia de que los espejos podían mostrar el alma humana, la cual podría existir separada del cuerpo e incluso que a través de éstos era posible atrapar el reflejo de una persona, dejando su espíritu atrapado por el resto de la eternidad. Actualmente, todavía se acostumbra quitar los espejos de las habitaciones de los moribundos para evitar que esto ocurra.&lt;br /&gt;Durante la edad media, los espejos se utilizaron en las Iglesias para atrapar demonios e interrogarlos. En el testamento denominado “&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Clavículas_de_Salomon" href="http://sombrasmalditas.galeon.com/aficiones1094230.html" target="_blank"&gt;La Clavícula de Salomón&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRIqY4ALeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLwBbZgywJs/s1600-h/espejo.thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;” se explica como construir espejos mágicos y utilizarlos bajo la intervención del ángel Azrael. Otro registro escrito de la utilización de espejos en las artes mágicas data del año 1458, y es el famoso libro “&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Libro_Magia" href="http://www.agapea.com/libros/El-Libro-de-la-Magia-Sagrada-de-Abramelin-el-Mago-isbn-8479100478-i.htm" target="_blank"&gt;La magia sagrada de Abramelín el Mago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRIqY4ALeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLwBbZgywJs/s1600-h/espejo.thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;” escrita por Abraham el judío; En ésta obra se explica con detalle como obtener visiones en un espejo.&lt;br /&gt;Existen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Leyendas_Urbanas" href="http://asusta2.com.ar/tag/leyendas-urbanas/" target="_blank"&gt;leyendas urbanas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRIqY4ALeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLwBbZgywJs/s1600-h/espejo.thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt; en las que recitando palabras mágicas es posible conjurar o abjurar espíritus frente a un espejo, y así un fantasma se mostrará dentro del espejo. Un ejemplo es la &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Leyenda_Bloddy_Mary" href="http://ar.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080718170446AAoFiF2" target="_blank"&gt;leyenda de Bloddy Mary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRIqY4ALeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLwBbZgywJs/s1600-h/espejo.thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;, la cual puede ser invocada diciendo su nombre 13 veces frente a un espejo. Luego de realizado el ritual ella aparecerá para desfigurar el rostro de la persona que la invoque.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301942554390965730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRIqY4ALeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SLwBbZgywJs/s320/espejo.thumbnail%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-5567042105610812071?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/5567042105610812071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=5567042105610812071' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5567042105610812071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/5567042105610812071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/02/objetos-magicos-el-espejo.html' title='objetos magicos, el espejo'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZRJQ_wpwTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ImL7-e_THt0/s72-c/watergoddess%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-4335948312120144461</id><published>2009-02-12T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:45:52.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la luna me dijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZQZs0M0aNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wsIR10ATqdo/s1600-h/stargirl1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301890919039264978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZQZs0M0aNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wsIR10ATqdo/s320/stargirl1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ayer conversé con la luna,&lt;br /&gt;Ella me dijo...&lt;br /&gt;que hay un loco poeta que en ella se inspira&lt;br /&gt;y que por las noches mirandola,&lt;br /&gt;escribe poesías&lt;br /&gt;La luna me dijo...&lt;br /&gt;que siempre la visitan dos jovenes amantes&lt;br /&gt;entre perfume de rosas y jazmines&lt;br /&gt;extasiados por esos aromas fragantes&lt;br /&gt;se besan iluminados por su tenue luz,&lt;br /&gt;escuchando romantica musica de violines&lt;br /&gt;La luna me dijo...&lt;br /&gt;que hay una nina enamorada,&lt;br /&gt;que a la orilla del mar añora un amor perdido,&lt;br /&gt;que tiene pena en su corazón&lt;br /&gt;por ese amor no correspondido.&lt;br /&gt;La luna me dijo tantas cosas!..&lt;br /&gt;que rodando por la noche&lt;br /&gt;llena de fantasiás todo lo ve...&lt;br /&gt;me ha dicho que muchas veces ha visto&lt;br /&gt;mis lagrimas, ha sentido mis congojas,&lt;br /&gt;que llorando por una causa perdida...&lt;br /&gt;siempre me ve...&lt;br /&gt;pero tambien me dijo en secreto...&lt;br /&gt;que ella sufre por un amor imposible,&lt;br /&gt;que nunca podrá ser...&lt;br /&gt;del sol se ha enamorado...&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca podran ser amantes&lt;br /&gt;pues ambos estan muy distantes&lt;br /&gt;y solo a la distancia se ven al amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-4335948312120144461?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/4335948312120144461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=4335948312120144461' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4335948312120144461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/4335948312120144461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-luna-me-dijo.html' title='la luna me dijo'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZQZs0M0aNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wsIR10ATqdo/s72-c/stargirl1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-2687154245349711900</id><published>2009-02-09T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:16:51.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy te hare el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZBfD4fKnbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KSj77MBe8oE/s1600-h/y1pWPliaQrM_bmHRWMg8V3dcD3SOkwPW4k6nN-xfg0dVjpEFucbGInpPOTu8k2_xsCa%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300841281722424754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZBfD4fKnbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KSj77MBe8oE/s320/y1pWPliaQrM_bmHRWMg8V3dcD3SOkwPW4k6nN-xfg0dVjpEFucbGInpPOTu8k2_xsCa%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                       hoy te hare el amor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                          seras mio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sere tuya, seremos los dos sin razones,motivos, preguntas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mirare tu cuerpo desnudo detenidamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y solo con mi mirada iras entrando en calor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;entonces muy lentamente me acercare ati, sin reclamos, sin preguntas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y ya cerca acariciare tu rostro,para recordar cada faccion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;te hablare muy despacio, te dire al oido cosas inimaginables,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cosas que nunca has oido....quesolo te haran desearme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;recorrere palmo a palmo cada parte de tu cuerpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y sintiendote en la gloria pediras por mas placer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;abriras tus ojos para mirarte en los mios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sentiras mi piel arrastrandose por la tuya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aunque somos dos cuerpos, en alma seremos una,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;en ti vertere amor, pasion, deseo y lijuria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y tu sentiras morir en delirio, pidiendo la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y ya al borde del extasis te hare mio conpletamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de manera pasional, salvaje,y aun mas incoherente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y cuando juntos los dos llegemos al climax de nuestra union,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; te dire que eres mio al oido y que te amo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-2687154245349711900?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/2687154245349711900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=2687154245349711900' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2687154245349711900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2687154245349711900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoy-te-hare-el-amor.html' title='hoy te hare el amor'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SZBfD4fKnbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KSj77MBe8oE/s72-c/y1pWPliaQrM_bmHRWMg8V3dcD3SOkwPW4k6nN-xfg0dVjpEFucbGInpPOTu8k2_xsCa%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-844476438596336671</id><published>2009-02-07T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:37:57.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la historia de san valentin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300155779742851890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SY3vmanOYzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/P1Rde_QNC8w/s320/rosa%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300155653447480482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SY3vfEID9KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pqCw2B-5EPw/s320/cupido%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día de San Valentín&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 14 de febrero fue señalado como día de fiesta hacia 1969, cuando el calendario Católico Romano dedicó esa fecha para recordar a dos santos cristianos, uno de ellos San Valentín, martirizado por el emperador romano Claudio II.&lt;br /&gt;La historia detrás nos dice que San Valentín fue sacrificado porque se dedicó a casar parejas aun cuando el emperador lo había prohibido. Al parecer, el dirigente romano tenía la creencia de que los soldados casados no eran tan buenos y eficientes como los solteros.&lt;br /&gt;Además, en la antigua Roma, el 15 de febrero se celebraba el día de la fertilidad o lupercalia, en honor del dios Lupercus.&lt;br /&gt;A través de los siglos se han conjugado toda una serie de leyendas y tradiciones y el Día de San Valentín es en la actualidad una fecha dedicada a los enamorados; una fecha en que se intercambian mensajes y obsequios para demostrar amor y amistad a los seres más cercanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OS DE SEO POR ADELANTADO, QUE PASEIS UN FELIZ SAN VALENTIN,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-844476438596336671?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/844476438596336671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=844476438596336671' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/844476438596336671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/844476438596336671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-historia-de-san-valentin.html' title='la historia de san valentin'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SY3vmanOYzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/P1Rde_QNC8w/s72-c/rosa%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6696296409484528605</id><published>2009-01-31T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:33:31.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POR AMARTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYSyyNUqcHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-EbYn21ZiZc/s1600-h/md_5109518%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297555637334077554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYSyyNUqcHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-EbYn21ZiZc/s320/md_5109518%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;por amarte daria mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;por amarte mi alma entregaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;por tus besos moriria....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;por amarte cualquier cosa haria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;contra todo lucharia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!y mi piel a ti regalaria tan solo por amarte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;en tus brazos yo estaria....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y en el mundo hasta el fin recorreria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tan solo dejame amarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;y asi mi corazon estaria....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;! UN MOMENTO MAS CON VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6696296409484528605?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/6696296409484528605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=6696296409484528605' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6696296409484528605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6696296409484528605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-amarte.html' title='POR AMARTE'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYSyyNUqcHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-EbYn21ZiZc/s72-c/md_5109518%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-664218391693469716</id><published>2009-01-31T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:37:20.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYRB9uKb2BI/AAAAAAAAADI/TxnjZRGDFYs/s1600-h/amor2520imposible0ew1vo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297431590314170386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYRB9uKb2BI/AAAAAAAAADI/TxnjZRGDFYs/s320/amor2520imposible0ew1vo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO A PESAR DE MIS CAIDAS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE SIGO BATALLANDO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO A PESAR DE NO TENER UN ALMA AMILADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE QUIERO CONTINUAR....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE SUEÑO CON UN DIA DIFERENTE CADA MAÑANA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE QUIERO REIR.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE JUEGO CON MI TRISTEZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Y LE SACO MI MEJOR PARTIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE ASI ES LA VIDA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE AUN RESPIRO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE ASI LE LLAMAN A MOVERSE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE MUERO Y RENAZCO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO APESAR DE NO TENER FE EN MI,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE CARGO CON MIGO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO POR LOS SUEÑOS QUE LLEGARAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO PORQUE CONSERVO UN RETAZO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;DE ESPERANZA EN QUE LLEGARAN....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO A PESAR DE LAS NOCHES DE LLUVIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO SIN NINGUN PROBLEMA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO A PESAR DE MIS ABANDONOS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;VIVO A PESAR DE LAS LAGRIMAS DERRAMADAS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;TE SORPRENDE? SI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;       VIVO A PESAR DE TI.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYRBrdhhb_I/AAAAAAAAADA/2KjpoCJNRqc/s1600-h/fbeb1518148f8557f2ec536qv8.th%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-664218391693469716?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/664218391693469716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=664218391693469716' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/664218391693469716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/664218391693469716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/01/vivo.html' title='VIVO'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYRB9uKb2BI/AAAAAAAAADI/TxnjZRGDFYs/s72-c/amor2520imposible0ew1vo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-8051646359184381960</id><published>2009-01-30T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:24:10.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAGRIMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYMYhIVKpEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MigAqxl_9z4/s1600-h/2vkyjvd%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297104544168846402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYMYhIVKpEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MigAqxl_9z4/s320/2vkyjvd%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hoy he pensado mucho en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;soñe que estaba entre tus brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que me besabas muy feliz y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;susurrabas:" no puedo vivir sin ti".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pero muy pronto desperte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;habia una lagrima en mi rostro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que me decia     "olvidate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que ya he llorado mucho por el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pero esa lagrima no entiende que sin ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ella nunca existiria para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pues atu lado yo he llorado siendo feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y ahora lo hago porque no estas junto ami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;luego me dice asi es mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que si una lagrima se escapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;es porque  ya el corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no cabe ni una gota mas en su interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y asi mis labios termino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;como un suspiro oi tu nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que de esa lagrima salio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y de repente tu recuerdo me tarnquilizo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-8051646359184381960?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/8051646359184381960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=8051646359184381960' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8051646359184381960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/8051646359184381960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/01/lagrima.html' title='LAGRIMA'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYMYhIVKpEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/MigAqxl_9z4/s72-c/2vkyjvd%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-120847327287733021</id><published>2009-01-30T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:01:37.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MELACOLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYMUAWS7X_I/AAAAAAAAACw/4SZEk4k5X84/s1600-h/y1p3m585u-bpUyyCBYBOlsjh064Tz7j0MzDAHjPNoMliiFF5RU8lOIpz2ey0ocxSzjSY-lp612mnTI%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297099582935359474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYMUAWS7X_I/AAAAAAAAACw/4SZEk4k5X84/s320/y1p3m585u-bpUyyCBYBOlsjh064Tz7j0MzDAHjPNoMliiFF5RU8lOIpz2ey0ocxSzjSY-lp612mnTI%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me llaman melancolia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;porque me oculto en las sombra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;con la soledad me duermo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y la tristeza me arropa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me llaman melancolia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;porque vivo entre tinieblas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;escondo mis sentimientos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y a la pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;na soy devota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me llaman melancolia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;porque mi alma se ahoga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mi corazon se congela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y mi vida se destroza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me llaman melancolia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;como cualquier otra cosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pero aunque me hunda en el fango,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y en la oscuridad completa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;en mi encontraras la mano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;para salir de la niebla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-120847327287733021?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/120847327287733021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=120847327287733021' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/120847327287733021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/120847327287733021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/01/melacolia.html' title='MELACOLIA'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SYMUAWS7X_I/AAAAAAAAACw/4SZEk4k5X84/s72-c/y1p3m585u-bpUyyCBYBOlsjh064Tz7j0MzDAHjPNoMliiFF5RU8lOIpz2ey0ocxSzjSY-lp612mnTI%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7615079057146170219</id><published>2009-01-21T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:08:48.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leyendas urbanas,  LA GATA BLANCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SXcE8MuwurI/AAAAAAAAACY/55cpMKneXq4/s1600-h/gatablanca1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293705319253326514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SXcE8MuwurI/AAAAAAAAACY/55cpMKneXq4/s320/gatablanca1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuenta que hace muchos años exstio un matrimonio aparentemente feliz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;la mujer ,llamada lucia, sentia adoracion por su marido pero tenia una extraña enfermedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que la mantenia en cama todo el tiempo, felipe, al contrario,la engañaba con una prostituta de el pueblo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;varias veces durante su encuentros la amante habia obserbado que en la ventana,mientras hacian el amor, los observaba una gata blanca que no dejaba de maullar horriblemente todo el tiempo;los mirava fijamente hasta que un dia,ya enfadada de que esto sucediera, selo dijo a felipe pero el no le dio inportancia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;una noche ,lucia estava muy grave, a punto de morir,suplicandole a felipe que se quedara con ella hasta los ultimos momentos,pero al cabo de unas horas el decidio,"salir atomar el aire", asi que fue al encuentro de la otra mujer, y como las noches anteriores, la gata blanca se encontraba en la ventana...., pero en esta ocasion fue felipe quien la vio y decidio con un puñal en mano darle muerte.quedaron horrorizaos al escuchar los maullidos y gritos de dolor que la gata prudicia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ala mañana sigiente, al volver, felipe, a casa, descubrio que lucia habia muerto la noche anterior, llamandolo, pronunciando su nombre,pero lo mas horrible es que con dolores muy fuertes, y maullando, si, maullando como una gata....una gata blanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7615079057146170219?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7615079057146170219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7615079057146170219' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7615079057146170219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7615079057146170219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/01/leyendas-urbanas-la-gata-blanca.html' title='leyendas urbanas,  LA GATA BLANCA'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SXcE8MuwurI/AAAAAAAAACY/55cpMKneXq4/s72-c/gatablanca1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-6229358201011207651</id><published>2009-01-21T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:56:59.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MI INOLVIDABLE RECUERDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SXbhH6yatII/AAAAAAAAACQ/59O6LK-Q1kk/s1600-h/y1pKkKqIeWJ8pD474sMgQ3XnsUYokq5M90WEkDrSiI4eleBkG5eqHmF7oYZIO_d2w2a%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293665938176652418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SXbhH6yatII/AAAAAAAAACQ/59O6LK-Q1kk/s320/y1pKkKqIeWJ8pD474sMgQ3XnsUYokq5M90WEkDrSiI4eleBkG5eqHmF7oYZIO_d2w2a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quise introducirme en tu infinito,&lt;br /&gt;subir en las nubes a la luna&lt;br /&gt;navegar al confin de tus pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;tocar en mis sueños las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;ser viento recorriendo mundos&lt;br /&gt;lluvia resbalando por tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;eco susurrando silencios&lt;br /&gt;luz,noche,penumbras...lucero&lt;br /&gt;olas quebrando rocas&lt;br /&gt;manantial brotando alegre&lt;br /&gt;quicio al borde del abismo&lt;br /&gt;emerger cual volcàn turgente&lt;br /&gt;acurrucarme en tus rincones&lt;br /&gt;enredar suspiros en tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;unidos cabalgar emociones&lt;br /&gt;absorber de tu boca el deseo&lt;br /&gt;solo fueron sueños.....&lt;br /&gt;em ni corazon sangrante, quebrado&lt;br /&gt;necesito el abrazo de un amanecer&lt;br /&gt;de la luz inundando todo&lt;br /&gt;ser brisa navegando mares&lt;br /&gt;ave surcando cielos&lt;br /&gt;mas sienpre seras.....&lt;br /&gt;mi inolvidable recuerdo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-6229358201011207651?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/6229358201011207651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=6229358201011207651' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6229358201011207651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/6229358201011207651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2009/01/mi-inolvidable-recuerdo.html' title='MI INOLVIDABLE RECUERDO'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SXbhH6yatII/AAAAAAAAACQ/59O6LK-Q1kk/s72-c/y1pKkKqIeWJ8pD474sMgQ3XnsUYokq5M90WEkDrSiI4eleBkG5eqHmF7oYZIO_d2w2a%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-2639663946570240584</id><published>2008-10-10T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:52:26.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SO8Xg6jBojI/AAAAAAAAABs/txy0K7UXZBk/s1600-h/y1pi_ZOekC-GPJiBcQ_Hz8ZC6ygGpcWKYrI0264XvCzHnyetRCLX466xr0aMIsjx4os[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255445144404075058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SO8Xg6jBojI/AAAAAAAAABs/txy0K7UXZBk/s320/y1pi_ZOekC-GPJiBcQ_Hz8ZC6ygGpcWKYrI0264XvCzHnyetRCLX466xr0aMIsjx4os%5B1%5D.jpg" width="397" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMOR se dice de mil maneras, pero solo se demuestra de una sola.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMOR,se dice muy fàcil, pero es muy deficil de entender cuando solo se&lt;br /&gt;escucha con los oidos del corazòn y se pierde la razòn por ese alguien.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL AMOR es divino cuando se siente de verdad y no solo se dice te amo&lt;br /&gt;por decir.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL AMOR solo vive cuando se riega con las gotas de lluvia de la ternura, cariño y comprensiòn,y muere cuando se deja a la intenperie bajo los&lt;br /&gt;calcinantes rayos de la indiferencia y el olvido.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-2639663946570240584?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/2639663946570240584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=2639663946570240584' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2639663946570240584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/2639663946570240584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2008/10/amor.html' title='AMOR'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SO8Xg6jBojI/AAAAAAAAABs/txy0K7UXZBk/s72-c/y1pi_ZOekC-GPJiBcQ_Hz8ZC6ygGpcWKYrI0264XvCzHnyetRCLX466xr0aMIsjx4os%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-7294775838742818480</id><published>2008-07-17T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:04:24.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA DAMA DE TUS PENSAMIENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SH8YuZGq95I/AAAAAAAAABU/cqikvbtVexw/s1600-h/y1p4IBywIb11oTro9gzAHwjxZ0wk9TZHyEtJ7aulkDZTlbfu7vQyrMZV3zaXrJ_IHRk[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223921278064981906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SH8YuZGq95I/AAAAAAAAABU/cqikvbtVexw/s320/y1p4IBywIb11oTro9gzAHwjxZ0wk9TZHyEtJ7aulkDZTlbfu7vQyrMZV3zaXrJ_IHRk%5B1%5D.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;serè la dama de tus pensamientos, para velar de noche tus deseos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;para cuidar de tu alma mientras duermes, y protejer tus màs hermosos sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;al despertar el sol me habre perdido,regresare, al lugar de donde vengo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no intentes encontrarme, ni seguirme porque estare en el mundo de los muertos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4264747728694601751-7294775838742818480?l=azahar40.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/feeds/7294775838742818480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4264747728694601751&amp;postID=7294775838742818480' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7294775838742818480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4264747728694601751/posts/default/7294775838742818480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azahar40.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-dama-de-tus-pensamientos.html' title='LA DAMA DE TUS PENSAMIENTOS'/><author><name>azahar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01921291575778723847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/Sfs1azJquxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PmbcsIWKx5k/S220/Imagenestanoche%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SH8YuZGq95I/AAAAAAAAABU/cqikvbtVexw/s72-c/y1p4IBywIb11oTro9gzAHwjxZ0wk9TZHyEtJ7aulkDZTlbfu7vQyrMZV3zaXrJ_IHRk%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4264747728694601751.post-3128987148704500134</id><published>2008-07-14T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:04:25.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SHubaweWLLI/AAAAAAAAABE/f5jVazl94q4/s1600-h/de.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JdhEV9y4rT0/SHubaweWLLI/AAAAAAAAABE/f5jVazl94q4/s320/de.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222939076857310386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-style: none none dotted; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color silver; border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 15pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; margin: 3pt 0cm 0.0001pt; padding: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:17;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;RECUERDO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 19.2pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;El eco de su voz lejana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 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