<?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-7421953849950565247</id><updated>2011-10-18T07:19:39.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lo que yo quiero, CORAZÓN COBARDE, es que mueras por mí.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>324</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1715977205718812382</id><published>2010-10-25T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:30:46.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Querida alma gemela: espero que me leas, allí donde quieras que estés lucharé contra el viento y la marea, yo sé que es así, no espero que me creas, busco mi otra mitad y no hay duda de que tu lo seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uno es lo que piensa, entonces, ¿yo soy tú, la mayor parte del tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ti soy muy feliz. Así que a cambio te doy un espacio en mi alma que siempre estará disponible para ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-1715977205718812382?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1715977205718812382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/10/querida-alma-gemela-espero-que-me-leas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1715977205718812382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1715977205718812382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/10/querida-alma-gemela-espero-que-me-leas.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4081695714206990008</id><published>2010-10-07T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:09:03.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.musica.com/letras.asp?letra=1170560&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-4081695714206990008?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/4081695714206990008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/10/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4081695714206990008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4081695714206990008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-433315948076569624</id><published>2010-10-07T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:08:15.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i alguna vez he dado más de lo que tengo me han dado algunas veces más de lo que doy, se me ha olvidado ya el lugar de donde vengo y puede que no exista el sitio adonde voy. A las buenas costumbres nunca me he acostumbrado, del calor de la lumbre del hogar me aburrí, también en el infierno llueve sobro mojado, lo sé porque he pasado más de una noche allí. En busca de las siete llaves del misterio, siete versos tristes en una canción, siete crisantemos en el cementerio, siete negros signos de interrogación. En tiempos tan oscuros nacen falsos profetas y mucha golondrinas huyen de la ciudad, el asesino sabe más de amor que el poeta y el cielo cada vez está más lejos del mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo bueno de los años es curan heridas, lo malo de los besos es que crean adición; ayer quiso matarme la mujer de mi vida, apretaba el gatillo… cuando se despertó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enamoro de todo, me conformo con nada; un aroma, un abrazo, un pedazo de pan y lo que buenamente me den por la Balada de la Vida Privada… de Fulano de Tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-433315948076569624?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/433315948076569624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/10/s-i-alguna-vez-he-dado-mas-de-lo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/433315948076569624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/433315948076569624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/10/s-i-alguna-vez-he-dado-mas-de-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-2549938597400401022</id><published>2010-10-07T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:04:44.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TK3hNJJwL8I/AAAAAAAAAos/nDXjqF8H8D4/s1600/YA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TK3hNJJwL8I/AAAAAAAAAos/nDXjqF8H8D4/s320/YA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525319933764841410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;En estos tiempos de oquedad, de oscuridad iluminada,de distracción a perpetuidad, de imbecilidad tan programada. Aunque no encuentres la voz, aunque te paguen con platos de arroz,aunque te asustes y puedas caer, la dignidad no se pierde sabés. No estás aquí para pasar sin que te vean, que carajo! Si ser lo mismo es virtud, vos sabés bien que también es quietud,si anda rondando la felicidad no tengas tanto temor de cambiar. Vas a bailar, como si fuera la última noche. Vas a bailar, como si fuera la última noche No sos un mueble en un rincón, o solo un número en un legajo.Te quiero oír respirar, quiero abrazarte y sentirte vibrar,no hay que viajar a otra dimensión, para escuchar lo que suena mejor, dentro tuyo. Vas a bailar, como si fuera la última noche. Vas a bailar, como si fuera la última noche. Si ser lo mismo es virtud, vos sabés bien que también es quietud, no hay que viajar a otra dimensión, para escuchar lo que suena mejor, dentro tuyo. Vas a bailar, como si fuera la última noche. Vas a bailar, como si fuera la última noche. Vas a bailar, como si nadie estuviera viendo .Vas a bailar, porque no hay otro que este momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-2549938597400401022?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2549938597400401022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/10/en-estos-tiempos-de-oquedad-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2549938597400401022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2549938597400401022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/10/en-estos-tiempos-de-oquedad-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TK3hNJJwL8I/AAAAAAAAAos/nDXjqF8H8D4/s72-c/YA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-5725020416613655536</id><published>2010-09-21T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:24:32.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Son sentimientos revueltos. Entre la amistad y entre el amor lo más importante en esto es que todo esta muy claro entre los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-5725020416613655536?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/5725020416613655536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/09/son-sentimientos-revueltos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5725020416613655536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5725020416613655536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/09/son-sentimientos-revueltos.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8241371860745252500</id><published>2010-09-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T12:00:57.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TJUMJMHOGyI/AAAAAAAAAok/KzE_u1mhAMc/s1600/SISTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TJUMJMHOGyI/AAAAAAAAAok/KzE_u1mhAMc/s320/SISTER.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518330270422276898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Claro que sos mi camarada porque sos la que dice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;no, te equivocaste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o dice:  sí, está bien, vayamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Y porque en vos se siente que esa palabra es una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;lenta, feliz, necesaria palabra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hay cama en camarada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;y en camarada hay rada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tu perfume en mis brazos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;tu barca anclada al lado de la mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/7421953849950565247-8241371860745252500?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8241371860745252500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/09/claro-que-sos-mi-camarada-porque-sos-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8241371860745252500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8241371860745252500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/09/claro-que-sos-mi-camarada-porque-sos-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TJUMJMHOGyI/AAAAAAAAAok/KzE_u1mhAMc/s72-c/SISTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-862822733636425665</id><published>2010-09-13T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:59:09.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TI7mFbVqCgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/cVxE_LZ3Sic/s1600/como+si+fuera+la+primera+vez.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TI7mFbVqCgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/cVxE_LZ3Sic/s320/como+si+fuera+la+primera+vez.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516599574487763458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Todas las parcelas de mi vida tienen algo tuyo y eso en verdad no es nada extraordinario vos lo sabés tan objetivamente como yo, sin embargo hay algo que quisiera aclararte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cuando digo todas ¨las parcelas¨ no me refiero sólo a esto de ahora, a esto de..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;esperarte y aleluya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;encontrarte y carajo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;perderte y volver a encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;y ojalá nada más.&lt;br /&gt;No me refiero sólo a que de pronto digas ¨voy a llorar¨ y yo con un discreto nudo en la garganta ¨bueno llorá¨ y que un lindo aguacero invisible nos ampare y quizá por eso salga enseguida el sol, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ni me refiero sólo a que día tras día aumente el stock de nuestras pequeñas y decisivas complicidades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o que yo pueda o creerme que puedo convertir mis reveses en victorias, o me hagas el tierno regalo de tu más reciente desesperación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;NO, LA COSA ES MUCHISIMO MÁS GRAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cuando digo ¨todas la parcelas¨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; quiero decir que además de ese dulce cataclismo también estás reescribiendo mi infancia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; esa edad en que uno dice cosas adultas y solemnes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;y los solemnes adultos las celbran y vos encambio sabés que eso no sirve;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; quiero decir que estás rearmando mi adolescencia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ese tiempo en que fui un viejo cargado de recelos y vos sabés en cambio extraer de ese páramo mi germen de alegría y regalarlo mirándolo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; quiero decir que estás sucumbiendo mi juventud ese cántaro que nadie tomó nunca en sus manos esa sombra que nadie arrimó a su sombra, vos en cambio sabés estremecerla hasta que empiecen a caer las hojas secas y quede la armazón de mi verdad sin proezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quiero decir que estás abrazando mi madurez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; esta mezcla de estupor y experiencia este extraño confin de angustia y nieve esta bujia que ilumina la muerte, este precipicio de la pobre vida, como ves es más grave, muchísimo más grave.. porque con éstas o con otras palabras quiero decir que no sos tan sólo la querida muchacha que sos, sino también las espléndidas o cautelosas mujeres que quise o quiero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Porque gracias a vos he descubierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dirás ya era hora y con razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;que el amor es una bahía linda y generosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;que se ilumina y se oscurece según venga la vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;una bahía donde los barcos llegan y se van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;llegan con pájaros y augurios y se van con sirenas y nubarrones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; una bahía linda y generosa donde los barcos llegan y se van &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PERO VOS, POR FAVOR, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;NO TE VAYAS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-862822733636425665?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/862822733636425665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/09/todas-las-parcelas-de-mi-vida-tienen.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/862822733636425665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/862822733636425665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/09/todas-las-parcelas-de-mi-vida-tienen.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TI7mFbVqCgI/AAAAAAAAAoc/cVxE_LZ3Sic/s72-c/como+si+fuera+la+primera+vez.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7771754447180956384</id><published>2010-08-16T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:49:52.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A veces te digo no, porque no quiero dejarme a mi lagrimas del corazón, tengo miedo de perderte ADVIERTO QUE LA RAZÓN SE PUEDE QUEBRAR DE AMOR y desbordarr los sentimientos que tanto tiempo tuve dentro. Si te gano quedo igual, si pierdo es porque me entrego; Es algo tan natural tener el control del juego es algo que no me dá. TE DEJO LA LIBERTAD DE HACER CONMIGO LO QUE QUIERAS Y QUERERME A TU MANERA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TGmCaER_4UI/AAAAAAAAAoE/MSuiL2nBJ5I/s320/sp-PS01+(1).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506075403774583106" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt; Y yo soy la hoja que lleva el viento que va volando a tu alrededor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;Y tu el aire que me levanta que le da fuerza para este amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;TU AMOR ME HACE TANTO BIEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;TU AMOR ME HACE TANTO BIEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7421953849950565247-7771754447180956384?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7771754447180956384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-5758880812081549454</id><published>2010-08-16T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:00:51.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TGl8mLj1C_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/skv0AVohmeI/s1600/plcr+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TGl8mLj1C_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/skv0AVohmeI/s320/plcr+(19).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506069014817082354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significas para mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;M A S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;de lo que las palabras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;pueden expresar&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/7421953849950565247-5758880812081549454?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/5758880812081549454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/08/significas-para-mi-m-s-de-lo-que-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5758880812081549454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5758880812081549454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/08/significas-para-mi-m-s-de-lo-que-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TGl8mLj1C_I/AAAAAAAAAn8/skv0AVohmeI/s72-c/plcr+(19).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-967552552084890007</id><published>2010-08-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:39:59.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Te dí, te dí y te dí todo lo que pude, todo como supe, T O D O ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Y no lo supiste valorar . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Te dí, te dí y te volví a dar todo mi amor, todo mi calor, todo como pude y otra vez volviste a jugar, y te seguí dando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;(ese fué mi error)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Porque nunca me importo sufrir, porque siempre me hizo bien verte feliz, porque tengo la firme convicción de que si estas cerca me consolido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;porque no lo niegues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;ME BUSCASTE VOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/7421953849950565247-967552552084890007?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/967552552084890007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/08/te-di-te-di-y-te-di-todo-lo-que-pude.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/967552552084890007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/967552552084890007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/08/te-di-te-di-y-te-di-todo-lo-que-pude.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4166367570879538148</id><published>2010-08-09T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:12:41.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tu no tienes prisa , T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;E TOMAS TODO A LA RISA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;estoy loco por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ú no tienes prisa, TU TE TOMAS TODO A LA RISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;yo estoy loco por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hoy si no te tengo sera la ruina para mi, cuando te decidas yo quizá ya no este aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Tu te estas quedando, si, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;CONMIGO TE ESTAS QUEDANDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;y . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;estoy loco por ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tu te estas quedando&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; ¿ NO VES QUE ESTE ES EL ÚLTIMO TANGO ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Estoy loco por ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Con los sentimientos te dedicas a jugar TE ESTAS DIVIERTIENDO A COSTA MIA ¿ no es verdad?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;ozc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;a los a las de tu clase, se dedican a especular dejas que suba la espuma luego te..., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;UEGO TE QUIERES MARCHAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1605145530645045718</id><published>2010-08-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:50:37.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;No quisiera quererte, PERO TE QUIERO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Ese castigo lleva la vida mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TGBbbPVrrJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/eVLw_Yo47mc/s320/sp-PS01+(1).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503499268178816146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Por tenerte conmigo me desespero pero si te acercaras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;ME ALEJARÍA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;No quisiera que vuelvas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;PERO TE ESPERO,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;eres como un castigo de idolatría.&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/7421953849950565247-1605145530645045718?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1605145530645045718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-quisiera-quererte-pero-te-quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1605145530645045718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Pues voy a olvidarme de todo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;la única verdad es la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;El tiempo va a curarme de algún modo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-3630527368755461854?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1842073270960650793</id><published>2010-08-06T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T13:01:03.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TGBeFBtmPFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QsewFdoH2Lg/s1600/beso-playa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TGBeFBtmPFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QsewFdoH2Lg/s320/beso-playa.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503502185098787922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Los besos que perdí. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;por no saber decir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;¨TE NECESITO¨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7421953849950565247-1842073270960650793?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TGBeFBtmPFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QsewFdoH2Lg/s72-c/beso-playa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7871106970798854786</id><published>2010-07-31T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:31:54.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anoche nos vimos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OTRA VEZ COMO SIEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, es la sombra en secreto escondidos ; Como dos disidentes, conspirando entre besos . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "&gt;Contra en mundo enemigo que no quiere aceptar, si entendernos, ni siquiera de amigos y HE VENIDO A BUSCARTE porque ya me canse de callar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "&gt;SI NOS PIDEN LA GUERRA SE LAS VAMOS A DAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que ya es tiempo de hacer una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;R E V O L U C I Ó N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  a la hora de amar, una revolución con tu boca en la mía, en total anarquía !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Viviremos los dos porque es hora de hacer una revolución con el arma y la ley de un nuevo corazón. La caricia primera abrirá la trinchera donde triunfe el amor, decídelo pronto, que me muero por ti. Abre fuego y derrumba las rejas que te alejas de mí, ven y toma mi mano y salgamos al aire y al sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;DE ABRAZO EN ABRAZO LUCHAREMOS TU Y YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que ya es tiempo de hacer una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; r e v o l u c i ó n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A LA HORA DE AMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u n a r e v o l u c i ó n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7421953849950565247-7871106970798854786?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7871106970798854786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/anoche-nos-vimos-otra-vez-como-siempre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7871106970798854786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7871106970798854786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/anoche-nos-vimos-otra-vez-como-siempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4977119381913394615</id><published>2010-07-30T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:34:57.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TFO0SKKgK3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/0m-rbUei8Pg/s1600/Resiste.+Claves+Para+Encontrar+Tu+Llave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TFO0SKKgK3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/0m-rbUei8Pg/s320/Resiste.+Claves+Para+Encontrar+Tu+Llave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499937794008558450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Ir al grano deberia ser una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;FORMA DE VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que vale la pena del premio es siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;LA BATALLA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo cuenta por que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;NO HAY UN SEGUNDO INTENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;[Por eso vivelo como si no lo fueras a vivir otra vez]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;NO TOMES EL CAMINO MÁS FÁCIL EN TU VIDA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-4977119381913394615?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/4977119381913394615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/ir-al-grano-deberia-ser-una-forma-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4977119381913394615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4977119381913394615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/ir-al-grano-deberia-ser-una-forma-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TFO0SKKgK3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/0m-rbUei8Pg/s72-c/Resiste.+Claves+Para+Encontrar+Tu+Llave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-2976786660010610055</id><published>2010-07-30T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:54:31.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TFOq8n8xEiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/sV2-o-lGtmM/s1600/en-una-mirada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TFOq8n8xEiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/sV2-o-lGtmM/s320/en-una-mirada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499927528442237474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;No es cierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; que todo es relativo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;HAY COSAS QUE SON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;ABSOLUTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Esas cosas son las que le dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;s e n t i d o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; a nuestra vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;LA VIDA ES UN LABERINTO DE COSAS RELATIVAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;(Y cada tanto nos encontramos con algo absoluto)&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/7421953849950565247-2976786660010610055?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2976786660010610055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-es-cierto-que-todo-es-relativo-hay.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2976786660010610055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2976786660010610055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-es-cierto-que-todo-es-relativo-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TFOq8n8xEiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/sV2-o-lGtmM/s72-c/en-una-mirada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-3263751212125929015</id><published>2010-07-28T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:15:01.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TFOw2sIds0I/AAAAAAAAAnU/MQWzsSR2S2E/s1600/palabras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TFOw2sIds0I/AAAAAAAAAnU/MQWzsSR2S2E/s320/palabras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499934023555593026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;Las palabras hacen trampa, nunca creo en lo que nombran las palabras. Ahí se esconden muchos tontos importantes. Pero no te creas nada de lo que te diga nadie, las palabras nos enseñan el coraje, las palabras me hacen trampa. &lt;i&gt;Nunca creo en lo dicen tus palabras&lt;/i&gt;, las mías son iguales &lt;b&gt;SIEMPRE METEN CONFUSION&lt;/b&gt;. La tensión entre &lt;b&gt;MIS BESOS Y TU AMOR.&lt;/b&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/7421953849950565247-3263751212125929015?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/3263751212125929015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/las-palabras-hacen-trampanunca-creo-en.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3263751212125929015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3263751212125929015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/las-palabras-hacen-trampanunca-creo-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TFOw2sIds0I/AAAAAAAAAnU/MQWzsSR2S2E/s72-c/palabras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-2968805787993396685</id><published>2010-07-28T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:57:33.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;ando Ignoramos, Ignoramos hasta la ignorancia. Ignorancia que volvió a lastimar. El ignorante soporta maldades, falsedades que ignoran la verdad. Lo van boqueando los otros ignorantes que no entienden del perdón como cobardes y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;el corazón junta valor ignorando lo que tiene que ignorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-2968805787993396685?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2968805787993396685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/cu-ando-ignoramos-ignoramos-hasta-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2968805787993396685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2968805787993396685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/07/cu-ando-ignoramos-ignoramos-hasta-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8650077693920179970</id><published>2010-06-26T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:01:40.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todo lo que empieza se termina, mi paciencia es corta vida mía y la tuve horas extras, por que yo si te quería&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca, me cuidaste suficiente, te arriesgaste&lt;br /&gt;y aquí tienes, moraleja, este cuento ya no tiene quien lo cuente.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te despiertes de tu estupidez, vas a ver lo que perdiste, volverás a ver que te tendré a mis pies, por que vas a arrepentirte.&lt;br /&gt;No me llames, no me busques, ni lo intentes, a partir de ahora eres transparente, no te veo, no te escucho, hasta nunca buena suerte.&lt;br /&gt;Vete, no regreses, ni te estreses, que ya no hay punto y seguido, si esto no da para mas, &lt;b&gt;yo soy quien pone el punto final.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-8650077693920179970?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8650077693920179970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/todo-lo-que-empieza-se-termina-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8650077693920179970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8650077693920179970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/todo-lo-que-empieza-se-termina-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-3278568868686449657</id><published>2010-06-26T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:03:45.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TCbNaw5S3xI/AAAAAAAAAnE/lHVsz7UYJnQ/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TCbNaw5S3xI/AAAAAAAAAnE/lHVsz7UYJnQ/s200/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487299055683034898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Mi pobre corazón no importa que sea pequeño, mi pobre corazón siempre te hecha de menos, mi pobre corazón que no le caben ya las penas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Siempre que me duele me lo llevo de verbena, mi pobre corazón que me mantiene con vida, mi pobre corazón siempre la luz encendida, mi pobre corazón que a veces quiere salir, mi pobre corazón que está enganchado al speed, mi pobre corazón en directo, mi pobre corazón en domingo, mi pobre corazón en pelotas, mi pobre corazón en Fa sostenido.. Y mi pobre corazón se me fue oxidando, y mi pobre corazón no ves que siempre está llorando .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-3278568868686449657?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/3278568868686449657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-pobre-corazon-no-importa-que-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3278568868686449657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3278568868686449657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-pobre-corazon-no-importa-que-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/TCbNaw5S3xI/AAAAAAAAAnE/lHVsz7UYJnQ/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8892943086051445347</id><published>2010-06-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:18:24.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; Lo que es bueno hoy, quizas no lo sea mañana, eh ahí el valor del momento, eh ahí el presente perfecto.&lt;br /&gt;La oportunidad te llega, tu veras si te montas en ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Todo es tan relativo no es que recuerde sino que no olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;eso es el perdón, recordar sin dolor...&lt;br /&gt;Rie y llora que a cada cual le llega su hora;&lt;br /&gt;Rie y llora vive tu vida y gozala toda!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7421953849950565247-8892943086051445347?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8892943086051445347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/lo-que-es-bueno-hoy-quizas-no-lo-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8892943086051445347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8892943086051445347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/lo-que-es-bueno-hoy-quizas-no-lo-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-151457254839818235</id><published>2010-06-26T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T10:55:24.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Esto es todo? Termino? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Se acabo la alegria pasajera y de vuelta a la dura realidad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Soy una ilusa, creí qe mis penas acabarian, pero ahora estoy peor qe antes. El fué por esa vez, mientras duró fué mi heroe, quien me saco del momento duro que estaba pasando, que ya no resistía, fué el mas lindo, el mejor, el qe me saco del pozo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Y ahora ...&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/7421953849950565247-151457254839818235?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/151457254839818235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/esto-es-todo-termino-se-acabo-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/151457254839818235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/151457254839818235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/esto-es-todo-termino-se-acabo-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7025375370970135968</id><published>2010-06-04T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:43:49.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Cuando al punto final de los finales no le siguen dos puntos suspensivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-7025375370970135968?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7025375370970135968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuando-al-punto-final-de-los-finales-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7025375370970135968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7025375370970135968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/cuando-al-punto-final-de-los-finales-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7772536687555541111</id><published>2010-06-03T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:21:21.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo no venía de ningún país, tú ibas camino de cualquier lugar; conmigo no contaba el porvenir, de ti no se acordaba el verbo "amar". Yo no jugaba para no perder, tú hacias trampas para no ganar; yo no rezaba para no creer, tú no besabas para no soñar.&lt;br /&gt;Y sin equívocos de vodevil ni alertas rojas en el corazón, el dios de la tormenta quiso abrir la caja de los truenos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y TRONÓ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-7772536687555541111?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7772536687555541111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/yo-no-venia-de-ningun-pais-tu-ibas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7772536687555541111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7772536687555541111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/yo-no-venia-de-ningun-pais-tu-ibas.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-6825060195993340445</id><published>2010-06-03T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:16:32.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Y mi olvido no te olvida, y mis miedos te decean suerte.. un minuto antes de dejar de quererte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-6825060195993340445?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/6825060195993340445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/y-mi-olvido-no-te-olvida-y-mis-miedos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6825060195993340445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6825060195993340445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/06/y-mi-olvido-no-te-olvida-y-mis-miedos.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-3212925441522286911</id><published>2010-05-23T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:47:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Los días se atropellan y pasan sin avisar, los meses expiran sin darnos cuenta de qué nos decían. Y es que hay días que les robamos el protagonismo, que los relegamos a no ser más que 24 horas sucesivas, con el tic tac del reloj quedamos hipnotizados y se nos escapan las ganas y las fuerzas para hacer de ese día algo más que la sucesión infinita de segundos. Mirando al calendario, pensé: Qué triste la vida de los días, a tan sólo 24 horas se reduce su existencia, al doble paso de las agujas del reloj. Sin embargo, pensé, hay días que se hacen eternos, que parecen no tener fin. Y otros a los que parece que les han robado horas, que les han arrebatado la mitad de la vida y te quedas con ganas de más. Sabiendo que, a pesar de que le sucederá otro día, nada será comparable con el anterior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Hay días felices, días tristes, días en los que es mejor no haberse levantado y días en los que parece que todo el mundo se ha vestido con su mejor sonrisa. Días que quedarán grabados a fuego, y días que carecen de sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-3212925441522286911?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/3212925441522286911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/05/los-dias-se-atropellan-y-pasan-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3212925441522286911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3212925441522286911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/05/los-dias-se-atropellan-y-pasan-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-3176153582829511206</id><published>2010-05-21T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:31:07.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S_dPDPU_FwI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gFl91yfxyG8/s1600/con+toda+mi+alma+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S_dPDPU_FwI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gFl91yfxyG8/s200/con+toda+mi+alma+(18).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473930789164881666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yo me pregunté hasta cuándo te querré como hasta hoy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Me gusta lo que no tengo y quiero lo que no doy.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No me comprendo a mí mismo: no sé entregarte la vida, tampoco vivir sin vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podré caerme a pedazos pero acá siempre estás vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-3176153582829511206?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/3176153582829511206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-me-pregunte-hasta-cuando-te-querre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3176153582829511206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3176153582829511206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/05/yo-me-pregunte-hasta-cuando-te-querre.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S_dPDPU_FwI/AAAAAAAAAm8/gFl91yfxyG8/s72-c/con+toda+mi+alma+(18).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-3231430409904814935</id><published>2010-05-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:25:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S_dOXJIh_fI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1wnl0M2t48o/s1600/amor+antiguo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S_dOXJIh_fI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1wnl0M2t48o/s200/amor+antiguo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473930031587786226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Nos hicieron creer que el “gran amor”, sólo sucede una vez, generalmente antes de los 30 años. No nos contaron que el amor no es accionado, ni llega en un momento determinado.&lt;br /&gt;Nos hicieron creer que cada uno de nosotros es la mitad de una naranja, y que la vida sólo tiene sentido cuando encontramos la otra mitad.&lt;br /&gt;No nos contaron que ya nacemos enteros, que nadie en nuestra vida merece cargar en las espaldas la responsabilidad de completarlo que nos falta. Las personas crecen a través de la gente. Si estamos en buena compañía es más agradable. Nos hicieron creer en una fórmula llamada "dos en uno": dos personas pensando igual, actuando igual... que era eso lo que funcionaba. No nos contaron que eso tiene un nombre: anulación. Que sólo siendo individuos con personalidad propia podremos tener una relación saludable. Nos hicieron creer que el casamiento es obligatorio y que los deseos fuera de término, deben ser reprimidos. Nos hicieron creer que los lindos y flacos son más amados. Nos hicieron creer que sólo hay una fórmula para ser feliz, la misma para todos, y los que escapan de ella están condenados a la marginalidad. No nos contaron que estas fórmulas son equivocadas, frustran a las personas, son alienantes, y que podemos intentar otras alternativas. Ah, tampoco nos dijeron que nadie nos iba a decir todo esto: cada uno lo va a tener que descubrir solito. Y entonces, cuando estés “enamorado de ti mismo"  podrás ser feliz y te enamorarás de Alguien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-3231430409904814935?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/3231430409904814935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/05/nos-hicieron-creer-que-el-gran-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3231430409904814935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3231430409904814935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/05/nos-hicieron-creer-que-el-gran-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S_dOXJIh_fI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1wnl0M2t48o/s72-c/amor+antiguo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-6403930397134398348</id><published>2010-05-14T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:37:09.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tu menos mal que apareciste, menos mal me convenciste, menos mal sigues aqui. Menos mal nos ofendimos, menos mal nos perdonamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;menos mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nos dimos otra oportunidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Menos mal que construimos, menos mal nos decidimos a seguir hasta el final. Menos mal nos equivocamos, menos mal nos enmendamos, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;menos mal volvimos a empezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te vayas nunca, lo malo disculpa,&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal que apostamos que semillitas sembramos, que nos hacemos reir. Menos mal nos divertimos como niños sorprendidos, menos mal sentimos juntos ganas de vivir. Menos mal nos conectamos, menos mal nos impregnamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-6403930397134398348?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/6403930397134398348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/05/tu-menos-mal-que-apareciste-menos-mal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6403930397134398348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6403930397134398348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/05/tu-menos-mal-que-apareciste-menos-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-6539186521356792460</id><published>2010-04-25T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:55:33.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S9TyCHJRI7I/AAAAAAAAAms/T5Z7qu_3N90/s1600/shakira-dia-de-enero_imagenGrande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S9TyCHJRI7I/AAAAAAAAAms/T5Z7qu_3N90/s200/shakira-dia-de-enero_imagenGrande.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464258365998834610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Sólo tú sabes bien quien soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Y por eso es tuyo mí corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Sólo tú doblas mi razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Y por eso a donde tú quieras voy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Eres mi desliz, mi país feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Mi primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Mi escalera al cielo si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Por eso sigo aquí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;Y camino contigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tí nunca podría decirte que no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7421953849950565247-6539186521356792460?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/6539186521356792460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/solo-tu-sabes-bien-quien-soy-y-por-eso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6539186521356792460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6539186521356792460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/solo-tu-sabes-bien-quien-soy-y-por-eso.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S9TyCHJRI7I/AAAAAAAAAms/T5Z7qu_3N90/s72-c/shakira-dia-de-enero_imagenGrande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-6448795675817801637</id><published>2010-04-21T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:50:41.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Las palabras son pensamientos que se convierten en acción. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Las palabras provocan, inquietan, movilizan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;. ¿De qué sirven las palabras si uno las dice y nadie del otro lado las recibe? ¿Qué valor tiene una palabra si nadie la escucha?&lt;br /&gt;Sin palabras no hay silencios. Sin silencios no hay palabras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Muchas veces no sabemos por qué callamos, y muchas más no sabemos por qué hablamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Estamos en silencio, guardándonos las palabras hasta que algo, alguien, nos hace hablar.&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que una imagen vale más que mil palabras, pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;cuando una palabra tiene valor puede contener mil imágenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso hay una expresión que sea más hermosa, llena de sentido y amor que '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;te doy mi palabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;'? Es un acto de entrega, de amor, de confianza, es más que una expresión de deseo, es un compromiso de vida, es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;un acto de&lt;/span&gt; fé&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-6448795675817801637?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/6448795675817801637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/las-palabras-son-pensamientos-que-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6448795675817801637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6448795675817801637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/las-palabras-son-pensamientos-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1572777102200660550</id><published>2010-04-19T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:39:23.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8xc-L9W6wI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ld_ll_Gs9ZA/s1600/abrazos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461842671525358338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8xc-L9W6wI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ld_ll_Gs9ZA/s200/abrazos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Respecto a mis segundas intenciones no tengo demasiado que agregar: si miento no me guardo ni un centavo, pero si estornudo digo la verdad. Yo aviso que a la autopsia de mis sueños no pienso ir ni de casualidad, ya bastante tengo con las cicatrices que guardo para la posteridad. Otro vaso y me voy, que no ni que ocho cuartos! Si somos los solos juntando los pedazos, tan sólo criaturas buscando algún abrazo. &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/7421953849950565247-1572777102200660550?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1572777102200660550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/respecto-mis-segundas-intenciones-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1572777102200660550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1572777102200660550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/respecto-mis-segundas-intenciones-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8xc-L9W6wI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Ld_ll_Gs9ZA/s72-c/abrazos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-2753306528643357438</id><published>2010-04-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:37:13.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8xcXo9GjII/AAAAAAAAAmc/kl4WbT71FPA/s1600/dibujocafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461842009294015618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8xcXo9GjII/AAAAAAAAAmc/kl4WbT71FPA/s200/dibujocafe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tengo que confiar, saber esperar. Tengo que respirar, es un panic-attack y sacarme de una vez ésta cruz. La vida son los círculos, los círculos dan vuelta y los círculos se van. Cuando yo creí que estaba todo bien, en realidad, estaba haciendo todo exactamente mal. No es tan grave en verdad. Las cosas van moviéndose y se mueven a la larga porque sí. Y si hoy ese perfume es el de la soledad, si no confiás no vas a ser feliz. Y me hacés hablar, a veces es mejor quedarse quieto con el trago en la mano en un rincón. Ya nos veremos en algún lugar, en alguna fiesta, en cualquier ciudad, cuando me hables con el corazón. Es tu vida no se puede tocar, es una caja preciosa no se puede tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tendrías que saber quién soy.&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/7421953849950565247-2753306528643357438?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2753306528643357438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/tengo-que-confiar-saber-esperar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2753306528643357438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2753306528643357438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/tengo-que-confiar-saber-esperar.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8xcXo9GjII/AAAAAAAAAmc/kl4WbT71FPA/s72-c/dibujocafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-3020794950423116601</id><published>2010-04-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:32:31.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Todo lo que tenemos que ver está ahí, siempre está ahí a la vista, lo importante nunca está oculto, sólo se trata de querer verlo.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando queremos podemos ver con los ojos, con la nuca, con el alma, ver hasta lo invisible. Ver, verte, verme ¿Podés verme, puedo verte? &lt;strong&gt;Estoy acá, estás ahí, si querés podés verme, sólo tenes que querer.&lt;/strong&gt; Estás vivo y sólo debes despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;¿Podés?&lt;br /&gt;¿Querés?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-3020794950423116601?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/3020794950423116601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/todo-lo-que-tenemos-que-ver-esta-ahi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3020794950423116601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3020794950423116601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/todo-lo-que-tenemos-que-ver-esta-ahi.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1370463223740568179</id><published>2010-04-19T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:25:33.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8xZG7Zgy8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/T3B2HK_7k7I/s1600/sailor1qx7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461838423652355010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8xZG7Zgy8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/T3B2HK_7k7I/s200/sailor1qx7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yo, puedo ser todo lo que necesitas&lt;br /&gt;Si tu eres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;la única &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;para mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo seré tu héroe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7421953849950565247-1370463223740568179?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1370463223740568179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/yo-puedo-ser-todo-lo-que-necesitas-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1370463223740568179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1370463223740568179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/yo-puedo-ser-todo-lo-que-necesitas-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8xZG7Zgy8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/T3B2HK_7k7I/s72-c/sailor1qx7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-959372728981520725</id><published>2010-04-15T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:05:16.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8cc4AQMsNI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-lDkXDDJgIk/s1600/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+15042010+105047+a.m..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8cc4AQMsNI/AAAAAAAAAl8/-lDkXDDJgIk/s200/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+15042010+105047+a.m..bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460364821676208338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;NO ME ALEJO DE VOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;EN MIS SUEÑOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;me harias muy feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;si tal vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; me lo podrías decir.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Si tal vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;detalle a detalle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;podrías conquistarme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sería tuya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-8715809182476264465?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8715809182476264465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/si-tal-vez-me-harias-muy-feliz-si-tal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-6369778779989237854</id><published>2010-04-10T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T11:17:25.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8DAQiLeSrI/AAAAAAAAAlk/DF0x7QQHDGs/s1600/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+10042010+044148+p.m..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S8DAQiLeSrI/AAAAAAAAAlk/DF0x7QQHDGs/s200/Captura+de+pantalla+completa+10042010+044148+p.m..bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458574138658409138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102); "&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102); "&gt;no hay chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); "&gt;de que pueda ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sin vos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-6369778779989237854?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que tengas una forma, que seas precisamente lo que viene detrás de tu mano, porque el agua, considera el agua, y los leones cuando se disuelven en el azúcar de la fábula, y los gestos, esa arquitectura de la nada, encendiendo sus lámparas a mitad del encuentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Todo mañana es la pizarra donde te invento y te dibujo, pronto a borrarte, así no eres, ni tampoco con ese pelo lacio, esa sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt;Busco tu suma, el borde de la copa donde el vino es también la luna y el espejo, busco esa línea que hace temblar a un hombre en una galería de museo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Además te quiero, y hace tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7421953849950565247-1368312901584790853?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1368312901584790853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/te-amo-por-ceja-por-cabello-te-debato.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1368312901584790853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1368312901584790853'/><link 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S7UUJiMNBEI/AAAAAAAAAlc/6pAia-f1Kec/s200/tristeza.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455288677658592322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Nacemos tristes y morimos tristes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; pero en el entretiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;amamos cuerpos cuya triste belleza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;es un milagro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-421440613709642787?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/421440613709642787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/nacemos-tristes-y-morimos-tristes-pero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1072497407706901282</id><published>2010-04-01T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:41:03.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;La quiero más que nunca;&lt;br /&gt;La extraño más que antes;&lt;br /&gt;La siento como siempre,&lt;br /&gt;aunque estamos distantes.&lt;br /&gt;La veo más hermosa;&lt;br /&gt;La noto que ha cambiado;&lt;br /&gt;Que ya es una mujer ha madurado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ella conoce lo que me gusta&lt;br /&gt;y más la quiero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-1072497407706901282?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1072497407706901282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-quiero-mas-que-nunca-la-extrano-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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{}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S6rhWMxxTyI/AAAAAAAAAlM/q_bjYuoFkao/s1600/DoradisimA+(46).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S6rhWMxxTyI/AAAAAAAAAlM/q_bjYuoFkao/s200/DoradisimA+(46).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452418070388756258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S6rftrWYeII/AAAAAAAAAlE/2aiPQHnfJZU/s1600/22.03.10+(50).JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;En su cabeza lleva una bandera;&lt;br /&gt;Ella no quiere ser como cualquiera.&lt;br /&gt;Ella adora mostrar la paja de la cara ajena;&lt;br /&gt;Y dentro de su cuento ella era cenicienta;&lt;br /&gt;Su príncipe era un hippie de los años sesenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Te odio,&lt;br /&gt;Dame más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-2319093903394327361?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2319093903394327361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/en-su-cabeza-lleva-una-bandera-ella-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; Me miras asi, y dentro de mi, estalla un volcan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Ey tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; Pequenia mujer, tienes mi querer, rendido a tus pies.&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/7421953849950565247-628334867562004476?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/628334867562004476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/ey-tu-me-miras-asi-y-dentro-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-3250334371686321830</id><published>2010-03-16T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:29:00.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Amor como el que me das desmemoriza a cualquiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Me acuerdo cuando te vas y se me olvida si llegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Solo me importa si estás, no sé si hay sol o si nieva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Mi nombre es el que quieras, mi patria es la que prefieras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Si en este alzheimer feliz, tu brasiere es mi bandera&lt;/span&gt;&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/7421953849950565247-3250334371686321830?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/3250334371686321830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-como-el-que-me-das-desmemoriza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3250334371686321830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3250334371686321830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-como-el-que-me-das-desmemoriza.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1234682144533854050</id><published>2010-03-15T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T08:40:31.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tanto que decir, tanto que reir para no llorar, sé que puedo controlar mis pensamientos pero no consigo callar el sentimiento.. que es libre como el viento, no pretendo que lo dejes todo por mi amor, no te digo que conmigo te va a ir mejor..&lt;br /&gt;solo digo que no ignores a tu corazón es el unico que siempre tiene la razon, he inventado mil razones para olvidarte.. he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;luch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ado con mis ganas para no llamarte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-1234682144533854050?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8206815279689767330</id><published>2010-03-15T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:56:41.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;No intentes amarrarme, ni dominarme.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Yo soy quien elige como equivocarme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Aprovechame que si llegué ayer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;me puedo ir mañana.......&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/7421953849950565247-8206815279689767330?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8206815279689767330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-intentes-amarrarme-ni-dominarme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8206815279689767330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8206815279689767330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-intentes-amarrarme-ni-dominarme.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8630278929610167812</id><published>2010-03-15T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:54:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;¿&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Dime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;quién&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;camina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;cuando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;puede&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;volar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-8630278929610167812?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8630278929610167812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/dime-quien-camina-cuando-se-puede-volar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8630278929610167812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8630278929610167812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/dime-quien-camina-cuando-se-puede-volar.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4009983517717986577</id><published>2010-03-13T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:21:24.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TE QUIERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no me importa lo que te parezca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-4009983517717986577?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/4009983517717986577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-quiero-no-me-importa-lo-que-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4009983517717986577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4009983517717986577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-quiero-no-me-importa-lo-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4718471340369098543</id><published>2010-03-12T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:37:13.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S5reKBFnP5I/AAAAAAAAAks/YY59ngevZaA/s1600-h/PuertoCivil-3x11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S5reKBFnP5I/AAAAAAAAAks/YY59ngevZaA/s320/PuertoCivil-3x11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447910962930073490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No sé qué quiero pero sé lo que no quiero, sé lo que no quiero y no lo puedo evitar. Puedo seguir escapando y aún lo estoy pensando, lo estoy pensando pero estoy cansado de pensar. El marinero del río no tiene calor ni frío. La ciudad no tiene puerto y se siente muy vacío (ay que pena!) Últimamente ha perdido su capacidad de sorpresa, en un vaso de cerveza caliente fue que se la olvidó. Quiero elegir del mapa un lugar sin nombre a donde ir, será el lugar donde viva lo que quede por vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-4718471340369098543?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/4718471340369098543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-se-que-quiero-pero-se-lo-que-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4718471340369098543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4718471340369098543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-se-que-quiero-pero-se-lo-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S5reKBFnP5I/AAAAAAAAAks/YY59ngevZaA/s72-c/PuertoCivil-3x11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7583223815837243317</id><published>2010-03-12T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:30:27.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S5rcbsmMkFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sk-BnaRzdRg/s1600-h/aas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S5rcbsmMkFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sk-BnaRzdRg/s320/aas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447909067643981906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Conserva mi recuerdo de piratería, derrama los secretos: abre aquel baúl. Sigamos siendo cómplices en compañía de aquello que me diste bajo el cielo azul. Por aguantar mis malos ratos y manías, por conservar secretos que me guardas tú.. quiero ser por una vez, capaz de ganar y de perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-7583223815837243317?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7583223815837243317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/conserva-mi-recuerdo-de-pirateria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7583223815837243317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7583223815837243317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/conserva-mi-recuerdo-de-pirateria.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S5rcbsmMkFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sk-BnaRzdRg/s72-c/aas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1201540408455527308</id><published>2010-03-12T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:28:13.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ella sa cansado de tirar la toalla, se va quitando poco a poco telarañas. No ha dormido esta noche pero no esta cansada, no mira ningún espejo pero se siente toda guapa. Hoy ella sa puesto color en las pestañas, hoy le gusta su sonrisa, no se siente una extraña. Hoy sueña lo que quiere sin preocuparse por nada, hoy es una mujer que se da cuenta de su alma. Hoy vas a descubrir que el mundo es solo para ti, que nadie puede hacerte daño, nadie puede hacerte daño. Hoy vas a comprender que el miedo se puede romper con un solo portazo. Hoy vas a hacer reir porque tus ojos se han cansado de ser llanto, de ser llanto. Hoy vas a conseguir reirte hasta de ti y ver que lo has logrado que… Hoy vas a ser la mujer que te dé la gana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-1201540408455527308?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1201540408455527308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/ella-sa-cansado-de-tirar-la-toalla-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1201540408455527308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1201540408455527308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/ella-sa-cansado-de-tirar-la-toalla-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-2139701555463946741</id><published>2010-03-12T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:19:31.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Te escribo desde los centros de mi propia existencia, donde nacen las ansias, la infinita esencia. Hay cosas muy tuyas que yo no comprendo y hay cosas tan mías pero es que yo no las veo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-2139701555463946741?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2139701555463946741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-escribo-desde-los-centros-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2139701555463946741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2139701555463946741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-escribo-desde-los-centros-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-5953731029500569921</id><published>2010-03-12T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:09:34.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que como hago para no extrañarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No hago nada, nena, yo te extraño, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despierto a las mañanas buscando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu carne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que como hago para aguantarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por lo pronto, nena, yo te aclaro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No seria capas de matarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PERO…PIENSO, PIENSO, PIENSO,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PIENSO, PIENSO, PIENSO, PIENSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pienso en el momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De comer tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y todo este tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toda espera me parece poca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que como hago para no extrañarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No hago nada, nena, yo te extraño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despierto a las mañanas buscando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que como hago para aguantarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por lo pronto, nena, yo te aclaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No seria capas de matarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PERO…PIENSO, PIENSO, PIENSO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PIENSO, PIENSO, PIENSO, PIENSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pienso en el momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De comer tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y todo este tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toda espera me parece poca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pienso en el momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De comer tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y todo este tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toda espera me parece poca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pienso en el momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De comer tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y todo este tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toda espera me parece poca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-5953731029500569921?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/5953731029500569921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/iii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5953731029500569921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5953731029500569921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/iii.html' title='III'/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-6447727033378872730</id><published>2010-03-09T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:07:20.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hay muchas cosas que me hacen pensar en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Las estrellas hermosas que se te parecen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Problemas con mis viejos, y esta edad sin paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mi sed de besos, y esta soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Esa que me hace pensar en vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Esa que me hace gritarle a Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Esa que me hace rogar en esta terraza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;¡Que vuelvas a casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hay muchas cosas que me hacen pensar en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;El brillo de tus ojos en mi sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Las ganas de ser de tu corazón, el único dueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Y esa alegría que cuando te fuiste perdí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;La que me viene cuando me abrazas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;La que en mi alma hiciste florecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;La que me viene solo cuando estas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y no quiero perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alguna cosa hace que termine mi canción,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y alguna otra dice que será inmortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tan terriblemente y locamente inmortal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;como el amor inmenso que siento con vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que a mi trajiste por primera vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aquel que nunca, nunca cambiará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aquel que por ser la mujer a quien deseo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no terminará jamás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y no terminará jamás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y no terminará jamás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y no terminará jamás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-6447727033378872730?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/6447727033378872730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/ii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6447727033378872730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6447727033378872730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/ii.html' title='II'/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1124961149480901706</id><published>2010-03-09T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:07:02.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lo mejor para mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;lo mejor para vos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;fue llegar hasta ahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;sin decirnos adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;No me importa si estas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;con tu puto doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;con el 10 de madrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;una estrella de rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;con Don Vito,Gaviria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;con el diablo o con dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gracias por no volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;por estar lejos de mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;gracias por olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;lo que nunca te di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Le escapaste a la ley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;y te topaste con dios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;y te metiste tambien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;de ese azucar marron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Una vez te pedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;que entraras en razon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;me dijiste que si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;me dijiste que no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;y ahora andas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;moviendo el culo por constitucion!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gracias por no volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;por estar lejos de mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;gracias por olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;lo que nunca te di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;No me importa si estas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;con tu puto doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;con el 10 de madrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;una estrella de rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;con Don Vito,Gaviria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;con el diablo o con dios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gracias por no volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;por estar lejos de mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;gracias por olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;lo que nunca te di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-1124961149480901706?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1124961149480901706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/i.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1124961149480901706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1124961149480901706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7482072136854876414</id><published>2010-03-05T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:32:25.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S5H2ipLHbwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_Je_L3vgjjo/s1600-h/int-209557.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445404499496103682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S5H2ipLHbwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_Je_L3vgjjo/s400/int-209557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Ni nos, ni los...tan cerca siempre del cielo - y del infierno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Si me das una razón para estar viva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;para después dar dos para estar muerta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hoy sumo sueños a mis dudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; hoy resto besos a mis ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; hoy vivo al filo de la nostalgia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hoy tengo heridas como estrellas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy sueño mientras te extraño..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-7482072136854876414?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7482072136854876414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/ni-nos-ni-los.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7482072136854876414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7482072136854876414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/ni-nos-ni-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S5H2ipLHbwI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_Je_L3vgjjo/s72-c/int-209557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7543545234126347550</id><published>2010-03-02T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T11:34:48.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Espero que los tuyos estén bien y vivas con felicidad, lo que te queda en este mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nadie sabe más allá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale tiempo al tiempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-7543545234126347550?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7543545234126347550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/03/espero-que-los-tuyos-esten-bien-y-vivas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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verdana;"&gt;Tu me enseñaste que tan simples son las cosas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tu me enseñaste a dar amor y nada mas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y que no importa si recibes algo a cambio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; y descubrir que en esta vida hay algo mas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y donde quiera que yo este, tu vas a estar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y como un angel cuidaras de mi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; cuando me pierda y deje de reir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y como el viento que me cuenta q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ue el invierno esta por venir,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y este mundo que gira de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aunque me sienta al reves, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;como un ave que no para el vuelo&lt;/span&gt;, s&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;e que no voy a caer&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, Oh, OH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;u me enseñaste como respirar de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tu me enseñaste a pensar antes de actuar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;solo se trata de ver hasta lo invisible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y descubrir que en esta vida hay algo mas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y donde quiera que yo este, tu vas a estar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y como un angel cuidaras de mi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cuando me pierda y deje de reir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y como el viento que me cuenta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que el invierno esta por venir,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y este mundo que gira de nuevo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;aunque me sienta al reves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Como un ave que no para el vuelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sé&lt;/span&gt; que no voy a caer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sé &lt;/span&gt;que voy a verte de nuevo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;para decirte cuanto te quiero, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo sabes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-3712550861506000392</id><published>2010-02-28T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:00:39.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4s7IbrEmPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/O10yCWSOuKk/s1600-h/ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4s7IbrEmPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/O10yCWSOuKk/s320/ss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443509590660782322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;- Las chicas buenas no roban besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;- Eso era antes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ahora ya no esperamos nada, si nos gusta algo lo tomamos .. Estamos en otro siglo, otra época&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-3712550861506000392?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/3712550861506000392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/las-chicas-buenas-no-roban-besos-eso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3712550861506000392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/3712550861506000392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/las-chicas-buenas-no-roban-besos-eso.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4s7IbrEmPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/O10yCWSOuKk/s72-c/ss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8193280108524400202</id><published>2010-02-25T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:27:13.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4cjMS1NN5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/xrqqG4bHNE0/s1600-h/sdsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4cjMS1NN5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/xrqqG4bHNE0/s200/sdsd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442357368820938642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Soñará cada mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;ver a su amor, con la luz del cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;será su estrella enamorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;y brillará, con la luz del cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-8193280108524400202?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8193280108524400202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/sonara-cada-manana-ver-su-amor-con-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8193280108524400202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8193280108524400202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/sonara-cada-manana-ver-su-amor-con-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4cjMS1NN5I/AAAAAAAAAj0/xrqqG4bHNE0/s72-c/sdsd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-2955229738307925350</id><published>2010-02-25T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:01:37.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Me hiciste reir, llorar, olvidar, sufrir, sonreir, amar, odiar, pelear, enojar, elegir, desear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;T e .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-2955229738307925350?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2955229738307925350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4880010693524827575</id><published>2010-02-25T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:13:41.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4cR0etbqNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2bPwo54zsQc/s1600-h/masaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4cR0etbqNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2bPwo54zsQc/s320/masaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442338267995023570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cuando por fin nos abrazamos, por primera vez más acá y más allá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;del tango que nos había juntado, sabíamos que esto iba a ser perdurable,&lt;br /&gt;es decir&lt;br /&gt;todo lo perdurable que admite lo transitorio&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/7421953849950565247-4880010693524827575?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/4880010693524827575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuando-por-fin-nos-abrazamos-por.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4880010693524827575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4880010693524827575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuando-por-fin-nos-abrazamos-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4cR0etbqNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/2bPwo54zsQc/s72-c/masaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-5695257094000870751</id><published>2010-02-25T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:08:02.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; C</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4cP2EQ6FnI/AAAAAAAAAjk/m84KJhVXkEw/s1600-h/cristianoronaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4cP2EQ6FnI/AAAAAAAAAjk/m84KJhVXkEw/s320/cristianoronaldo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442336096232543858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y conocé que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;la vida no termina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;donde vos lo ves&lt;br /&gt;ser así no cuesta nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi viaje sin humildad&lt;br /&gt;al corazón de la basura&lt;br /&gt;lo hice por mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como me sobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reparto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;no me guardo el secreto&lt;br /&gt;y te convido con palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; las mil maravillas.&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/7421953849950565247-5695257094000870751?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/5695257094000870751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/y-conoce-que-la-vida-no-termina-donde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5695257094000870751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5695257094000870751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/y-conoce-que-la-vida-no-termina-donde.html' title='&amp; C'/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4cP2EQ6FnI/AAAAAAAAAjk/m84KJhVXkEw/s72-c/cristianoronaldo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7591858613319027797</id><published>2010-02-22T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:44:09.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4MIcnnuBoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/FL-8pqfe4RI/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4MIcnnuBoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/FL-8pqfe4RI/s320/g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441202062558627458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;¿Te molesta mi amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi amor de juventud,&lt;br /&gt;y mi amor es un arte&lt;br /&gt;en virtud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Te molesta mi amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor sin antifaz,&lt;br /&gt;y mi amor es un arte&lt;br /&gt;de paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor es mi prenda encantada;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi extensa morada;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi espacio sin fin.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor no precisa fronteras;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo la primavera,&lt;br /&gt;no prefiere jardín.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor no es amor de mercado,&lt;br /&gt;porque un amor sagrado&lt;br /&gt;no es amor de lucrar.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor es todo cuanto tengo;&lt;br /&gt;si lo niego o lo vendo,&lt;br /&gt;¿Para qué respirar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Te molesta mi amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor de humanidad,&lt;br /&gt;y mi amor es un arte&lt;br /&gt;en su edad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Te molesta mi amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor de surtidor,&lt;br /&gt;y mi amor es un arte&lt;br /&gt;mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor no es amor de uno solo,&lt;br /&gt;sino alma de todo&lt;br /&gt;lo que urge sanar.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor es un amor de abajo&lt;br /&gt;que el devenir me trajo&lt;br /&gt;para hacerlo empinar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, el más enamorado,&lt;br /&gt;es del más olvidado&lt;br /&gt;en su antiguo dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor abre pecho a la muerte&lt;br /&gt;y despeña su suerte&lt;br /&gt;por un tiempo mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, este amor aguerrido,&lt;br /&gt;es un sol encendido,&lt;br /&gt;por quién merece amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-7591858613319027797?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7591858613319027797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/te-molesta-mi-amor-mi-amor-de-juventud.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7591858613319027797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7591858613319027797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/te-molesta-mi-amor-mi-amor-de-juventud.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4MIcnnuBoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/FL-8pqfe4RI/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-1416450048537237228</id><published>2010-02-22T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:41:17.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4MHKuc4XlI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ZqL3l70WOIs/s1600-h/4773115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4MHKuc4XlI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ZqL3l70WOIs/s320/4773115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441200655642943058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;y va creciendo y creciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;como nubes en el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;dando vueltas por el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;es increíble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;así es el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-1416450048537237228?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1416450048537237228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/y-va-creciendo-y-creciendo-como-nubes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1416450048537237228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1416450048537237228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/y-va-creciendo-y-creciendo-como-nubes.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4MHKuc4XlI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ZqL3l70WOIs/s72-c/4773115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-5921945184838228454</id><published>2010-02-21T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:35:46.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Desde que te conoci,tu amor me a levantado,tu amor a iluminado mi ser..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;velvo a estar feliz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;tu amor m a levantado,tu amor  a iluminado mi ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;podremos hablar distinto, podremos pensar lo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;tenemos este destino, por recorrer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;diran que perdemos tiempo que no estamos en lo cierto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;pero el futuro es nuestro lo see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-5921945184838228454?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/5921945184838228454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/desde-que-te-conocitu-amor-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5921945184838228454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5921945184838228454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/desde-que-te-conocitu-amor-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8671183757098685652</id><published>2010-02-21T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:33:56.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4MGHdpWBJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vS6noBvF9-s/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4MGHdpWBJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vS6noBvF9-s/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441199500080579730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No soy especial, de eso estoy segura. Soy una mujer corriente, con pensamientos corrientes, que ha llevado una vida corriente. No me dedicarán ningún monumento y mi nombre pronto pasará al olvido, pero he amado a otra persona con toda el alma, y eso, para mí, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es más que suficiente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-8671183757098685652?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8671183757098685652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-soy-especial-de-eso-estoy-segura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8671183757098685652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8671183757098685652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-soy-especial-de-eso-estoy-segura.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4MGHdpWBJI/AAAAAAAAAjM/vS6noBvF9-s/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7675793682118252820</id><published>2010-02-20T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:06:55.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Yo siempre digo que perdí la vista, veo lo que todos ven. Eso me hace ser igual al resto, una más entre un millón, invisible, para nada especial. Una no vidente de la vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Y yo siempre digo que lo que perdiste fue la cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Sí, eso también. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero no me interesa encontrarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-7675793682118252820?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7675793682118252820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/yo-siempre-digo-que-perdi-la-vista-veo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7675793682118252820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7675793682118252820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/yo-siempre-digo-que-perdi-la-vista-veo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-5207849675065698708</id><published>2010-02-20T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:16:42.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4Clfu5KM3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/F3gEJDi4Xq8/s1600-h/esc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4Clfu5KM3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/F3gEJDi4Xq8/s200/esc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440530314445861746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;En algún momento hay que decidirse, los muros no mantienen fuera a los demás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; sino a vos dentro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La vida es un caos, somos así. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Podés pasarte la vida levantando muros o vivirla saltándolos. Aunque hay algunos muros demasiado peligrosos para cruzarlos, lo único que sé es que si finalmente te aventuras a cruzar, las vistas al otro lado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;son fantásticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-5207849675065698708?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/5207849675065698708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/en-algun-momento-hay-que-decidirse-los.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5207849675065698708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5207849675065698708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/en-algun-momento-hay-que-decidirse-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S4Clfu5KM3I/AAAAAAAAAi8/F3gEJDi4Xq8/s72-c/esc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-6830945051276852574</id><published>2010-02-15T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:27:11.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3pIiRDpxOI/AAAAAAAAAis/4TsXUouKoWQ/s1600-h/cantando-bajo-la-lluvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3pIiRDpxOI/AAAAAAAAAis/4TsXUouKoWQ/s320/cantando-bajo-la-lluvia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438739253534770402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;¿Por qué estás tan triste? Hay lágrimas en tus ojos. Vamos, ven a mí. No te avergüences de llorar. Déjame conocerte a fondo porque yo también he visto el lado oculto. Cuando la oscuridad cae sobre ti, no sabes qué hacer. Pero nada de lo que digas me hará amarte menos. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estaré a tu lado y no dejaré que nadie te haga daño. Si estás loco, se aún más loco;&lt;/span&gt; no te lo quedes dentro. Vamos, háblame, ¿qué tienes que esconder? Yo también estoy enfadado, ya ves, me parezco mucho a ti. Cuando estás en una encrucijada y no sabes qué camino elegir, déjame acompañarte, incluso si te equivocas. Estaré a tu lado y no dejaré que nadie te haga daño. L&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lámame en tus peores momentos y nunca te abandonaré. Estaré a tu lado y cuando la oscuridad se cierna sobre ti, cuando te sientas completamente solo, no lo estarás realmente. Estaré a tu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-6830945051276852574?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/6830945051276852574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-que-estas-tan-triste-hay-lagrimas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6830945051276852574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6830945051276852574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-que-estas-tan-triste-hay-lagrimas.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3pIiRDpxOI/AAAAAAAAAis/4TsXUouKoWQ/s72-c/cantando-bajo-la-lluvia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-2881249894397235890</id><published>2010-02-15T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:24:54.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3pIMzS56_I/AAAAAAAAAik/GyuoQUOKN0E/s1600-h/novios31fv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3pIMzS56_I/AAAAAAAAAik/GyuoQUOKN0E/s320/novios31fv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438738884768426994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo me recuerda a ti. Tu sombra sigue aquí. Cada paso que doy, cada historia de amor. Todo me recuerda a ti. Cuando me dicen: “¿Qué tal les va?”. ¿Cómo explicarles que ya no sé ni dónde estas? ¿Por qué me tienen que hablar de ti? ¿Cómo decirles que te quiero olvidar? Todo me recuerda a ti. Tu sombra sigue aquí. Cada paso que doy, cada historia de amor. Todo me recuerda a ti. Tú me enseñaste a comprender y aceptar que de amor nadie muere, que es fácil olvidar. Por eso quise refugiarme en él. Pero cierro los ojos y te siento en su piel. Todo me recuerda a ti. Tu sombra sigue aquí. Cada paso que doy, cada historia de amor. Todo me recuerda a ti. Jamás te perdonaré que no pueda arrancarte de mí. Jamás te perdonaré que no pueda volver a sentir. Todo me recuerda a ti. Tu sombra sigue aquí. Cada paso que doy, cada historia de amor. Todo me recuerda a ti. Cada paso que doy, cada historia de amor incluso el aire huele a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-2881249894397235890?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2881249894397235890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/todo-me-recuerda-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2881249894397235890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2881249894397235890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/todo-me-recuerda-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3pIMzS56_I/AAAAAAAAAik/GyuoQUOKN0E/s72-c/novios31fv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-298656343062835221</id><published>2010-02-15T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:59:24.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ojalá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;me atreva a ser mas asesino de mis sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;para no soñarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ojalá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pueda poner en penitencia mi paciencia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;para no esperarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-298656343062835221?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/298656343062835221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/ojala-me-atreva-ser-mas-asesino-de-mis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/298656343062835221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/298656343062835221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/ojala-me-atreva-ser-mas-asesino-de-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-2495312444480695312</id><published>2010-02-14T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:43:37.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Algo de ti esta acabando conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Algo de mi se esta muriendo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto se convierte en un siglo&lt;br /&gt;Y cada sitio es un espacio vacío&lt;br /&gt;Algo sin ti es nada y pierde el sentido&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti vivir no es más que un castigo&lt;br /&gt;Es como un barco que navega perdido&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo quiero rescatar&lt;br /&gt;Rescatar lo perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hasta he intentado escapar de aquí, pero me cuesta renunciar a ti.. Parece ser que voy del norte al sur ; Una vez más .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-2495312444480695312?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2495312444480695312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/algo-de-ti-esta-acabando-conmigo-algo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2495312444480695312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/2495312444480695312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/algo-de-ti-esta-acabando-conmigo-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4105533809127596187</id><published>2010-02-14T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:36:36.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jrDFmevCI/AAAAAAAAAiE/IaaHkg1wyC8/s1600-h/bot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438354988325583906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jrDFmevCI/AAAAAAAAAiE/IaaHkg1wyC8/s320/bot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por eso&lt;br /&gt;tomate tu tiempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;quedate bien cerca&lt;br /&gt;de los mejores besos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;las buenas botellas&lt;br /&gt;Trepate a esos trenes que no van ni vienen&lt;br /&gt;Y date por muerto en cada espejo,&lt;br /&gt;perdete de vista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;volvete a empezar,&lt;br /&gt;sabé que mañana te puede tocar&lt;br /&gt;la chica que nadie saca a bailar…&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/7421953849950565247-4105533809127596187?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/4105533809127596187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-eso-tomate-tu-tiempo-quedate-bien.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4105533809127596187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4105533809127596187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-eso-tomate-tu-tiempo-quedate-bien.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jrDFmevCI/AAAAAAAAAiE/IaaHkg1wyC8/s72-c/bot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7245758057167651841</id><published>2010-02-14T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:15:50.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jmcDu0P7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/d3bKJfuWHss/s1600-h/carcajada.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438349919762268082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jmcDu0P7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/d3bKJfuWHss/s200/carcajada.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lo que parecia dficil ya no representa dificultad,&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaja... &lt;strong&gt;rio con facilidad.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7421953849950565247-7245758057167651841?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7245758057167651841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/lo-que-parecia-dficil-ya-no-representa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7245758057167651841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7245758057167651841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/lo-que-parecia-dficil-ya-no-representa.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jmcDu0P7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/d3bKJfuWHss/s72-c/carcajada.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-186217419392681935</id><published>2010-02-14T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:01:09.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jiyAqW1QI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KC0fmzZBzkE/s1600-h/noviosfhfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438345898848867586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jiyAqW1QI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KC0fmzZBzkE/s400/noviosfhfh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero me queda el recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt; de las cosas que nos dijimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt; de tu mirada sincera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;de mis ojos confundidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, yo no me olvido, de los mil besos que nos dimos.&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/7421953849950565247-186217419392681935?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/186217419392681935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/pero-me-queda-el-recuerdo-de-las-cosas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/186217419392681935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/186217419392681935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/pero-me-queda-el-recuerdo-de-las-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jiyAqW1QI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KC0fmzZBzkE/s72-c/noviosfhfh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-6579309010831912990</id><published>2010-02-14T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:54:35.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Quizás no sea muy importante en la vida de nadie, pero hay algo que me juega a favor, puedo parecer cualquier otra, pero soy incomparable. Y cuando menos lo esperes, cuando estés con otra,cuando ni notes lo insignificante que para vos yo fuí en tu vida, cuando estés en tu casa solo, cuando estés intentando dormir, cuando te pongas a pensar, cuando estés aburrido, te vas a acordar de mí y desde ese momento, no vas a poder dejar de pensar. Y vas a enloquecer, te vas a sorprender recordándome a cada segundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt; y vas a querer, volverme a ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-6579309010831912990?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/6579309010831912990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/quizas-no-sea-muy-importante-en-la-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6579309010831912990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/6579309010831912990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/quizas-no-sea-muy-importante-en-la-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-9202952376227516226</id><published>2010-02-14T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:40:20.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jdJCIrcrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vHpIABTNx3U/s1600-h/los-jazmines-tambien-perfuman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438339697311707826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jdJCIrcrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vHpIABTNx3U/s200/los-jazmines-tambien-perfuman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Creo en tu sonrisa, creo en mi si te veo hoy&lt;br /&gt;y me pedis que no me rinda, sigo por vos ...&lt;br /&gt;Creo en la lluvia cuando cambia el olor de mi tierra&lt;br /&gt;Creo en el mar cuando amanece abrasandose a las piedras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creo en los jazmines que un dios me bajo una vez para poder conocerte como mujer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo en la vida , en la noche, en tu alma&lt;br /&gt;y no creo en todo lo demas .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Creo en tu estrella&lt;br /&gt;en aquella que busco en mi sueño mejor para poder LUCHar&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/7421953849950565247-9202952376227516226?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/9202952376227516226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/creo-en-tu-sonrisa-creo-en-mi-si-te-veo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/9202952376227516226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/9202952376227516226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/creo-en-tu-sonrisa-creo-en-mi-si-te-veo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jdJCIrcrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vHpIABTNx3U/s72-c/los-jazmines-tambien-perfuman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8080247496619033612</id><published>2010-02-14T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:20:12.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jYarVnCHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/-pya1WgjMSA/s1600-h/bailar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438334502871435378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jYarVnCHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/-pya1WgjMSA/s400/bailar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Si me canse de esperar&lt;br /&gt;fue porque el tiempo no curó ni una herida&lt;br /&gt;Si me cansé de olvidar&lt;br /&gt;fue porque el olvido es la ''pastilla suicida''&lt;br /&gt;Si me cansé de perdonar&lt;br /&gt;fue porque cuando duele &lt;strong&gt;nunca, nunca, nunca&lt;/strong&gt; se olvida&lt;br /&gt;Si me cansé de mentir&lt;br /&gt;fue porque la verdad lastima solo al principio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Si me cansé de dormir&lt;br /&gt;fue porque al ''sueño'' no lo sueño dormido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Si me cansé de asistir&lt;br /&gt;fue porque asistiendo o no asistiendo&lt;br /&gt;siempre empezaron sin mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Si me cansé de obedecer, de ser correcto&lt;br /&gt;Me corresponde ser obediente a mi parecer&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy me doy cuenta que padeciendo... también me canso&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/7421953849950565247-8080247496619033612?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8080247496619033612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-me-canse-de-esperar-fue-porque-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8080247496619033612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8080247496619033612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-me-canse-de-esperar-fue-porque-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3jYarVnCHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/-pya1WgjMSA/s72-c/bailar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-5914598788634536811</id><published>2010-02-13T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:05:55.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Empezá por aceptar tu maldad, un poco de autocrítica no te vendría mal. Me agarraste desatenta, es que anduve por ahí, desprolija porque si. En el arte de fingir me ganás, aunque yo me esmero mucho. Si te presto mi confianza abusás, me devolviste el corazón pertrechado.&lt;br /&gt;Algo pasa entre nosotros dos, y no quiero entusiasmarme con palabras. Ya no hago más que especular, mejor seria demostrártelo.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que a veces me comporto fatal, no prestes atención a esos detalles. Fue la suma de factores, el efecto dominó dado entre vos y yo. &lt;em&gt;Si me acerco te ponés a temblar,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eso me confunde mucho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;03:04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-5914598788634536811?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/5914598788634536811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/empeza-por-aceptar-tu-maldad-un-poco-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5914598788634536811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5914598788634536811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/empeza-por-aceptar-tu-maldad-un-poco-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7266480201500179385</id><published>2010-02-13T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:58:27.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Si tuviera  que  elegir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;te elegiría a tí ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D E &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N U E V O &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;T Í&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-7266480201500179385?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7266480201500179385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-tuviera-que-elegir-te-elegiria-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7266480201500179385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7266480201500179385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-tuviera-que-elegir-te-elegiria-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-5831132650671996356</id><published>2010-02-13T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T05:15:29.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3alTWthjXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ds5HvxNuqD0/s1600-h/la_mancha.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437715352029072754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3alTWthjXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ds5HvxNuqD0/s320/la_mancha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Una rubia y un chino buscan&lt;br /&gt;asilo en un Falcon 73&lt;br /&gt;no conocen más que la soledad&lt;br /&gt;pero quieren salir a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El, cansado de tanta guerra&lt;br /&gt;decide vender sus piernas&lt;br /&gt;ella solo quiere irse a la mierda,&lt;br /&gt;porque nadie la vió crecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles y miles de bandas de rock&lt;br /&gt;que buscan ganar dinero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;solo algunos persiguen la claridad&lt;br /&gt;a otros todo les chupa un huevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rubia le dice al chino&lt;br /&gt;"dame el vino que está frapé"&lt;br /&gt;a la noche pasan "busco mi destino"&lt;br /&gt;y yo no quiero mirar TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es que de ahora en más viviré viajando&lt;br /&gt;lejos de todo lo que me hace mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lejos está lo que estoy buscando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuidado no soy tu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;viajamos juntos alguna vez"&lt;br /&gt;"a la noche yo tengo frío"&lt;br /&gt;la rubia dijo y se echó a correr&lt;br /&gt;es que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiere alguien que esté con ella&lt;br /&gt;y que le dé un poco mas de bola&lt;br /&gt;le pidió un regalo a los reyes:&lt;br /&gt;un hombre que nunca, pero nunca la deje sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dijo de ahora en mas viviré viajando&lt;br /&gt;lejos de todo lo que me hace mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lejos esta lo que yo estoy buscando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7421953849950565247-5831132650671996356?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/5831132650671996356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/una-rubia-y-un-chino-buscan-asilo-en-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5831132650671996356'/><link 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align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3R_UvywfQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/GwBFLzit7cg/s1600-h/mariposas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437110644546501890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3R_UvywfQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/GwBFLzit7cg/s320/mariposas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A fuego lento me haces agua&lt;br /&gt;contigo tengo el alma enamorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me llenas, me vacías, me desarmas&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;A fuego lento revoltosas&lt;br /&gt;caricias que parecen mariposas&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/7421953849950565247-543160008527398415?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/543160008527398415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuego-lento-me-haces-agua-contigo-tengo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/543160008527398415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/543160008527398415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuego-lento-me-haces-agua-contigo-tengo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3R_UvywfQI/AAAAAAAAAgk/GwBFLzit7cg/s72-c/mariposas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4610642747847842627</id><published>2010-02-08T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:33:48.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;■&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Admito que soy: &lt;strong&gt;CELOSA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que me gusta: &lt;strong&gt;CASI ANGELES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que en el colegio: &lt;strong&gt;HAGO MACHETES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que en mi casa: &lt;strong&gt;DUER MO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que me digan: &lt;strong&gt;FLACA &lt;/strong&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que tengo: &lt;strong&gt;CALOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que salgo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DE VEZ EN MES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que me encanta: &lt;strong&gt;EL DULCE DELÉ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que no tengo: &lt;strong&gt;CEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que lo que más me fascina:&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que prefiero: &lt;strong&gt;EL FRIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que mi MSN es: -&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que mi Facebook es: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO QUIERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que voy: &lt;strong&gt;AL COLEGIO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que antes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COCINÉ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que ahora: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TENGO CALOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que no sé: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N A D A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que no sabia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NADAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que últimamente: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MI CABELLO ME DA DOLOR DE CABEZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que me fijo en: &lt;strong&gt;SUS OJOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que soy afortunada en: &lt;strong&gt;TENER A MIS AMIGOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que me gusta escuchar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAS PASTISHAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que me gusta ver: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SON AMORES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que amo a: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PITEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que quiero mucho a: &lt;strong&gt;MIS HNAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que mis padres: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SON UNOS DÁ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que mis hermanos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SON UNAS SHENIAS (a veces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que estoy esperando: &lt;strong&gt;UN MILAGRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que mi amor: &lt;strong&gt;VIVE CERCA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que me comí: &lt;strong&gt;UN HUEVO FRITO Y UN BIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que ayer: &lt;strong&gt;ERA DOMIN&lt;/strong&gt;GO&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que hoy: &lt;strong&gt;FUE UN DIA LINDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■Admito que mañana: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VA A SER UNA MIEEEERDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que siempre: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOY PESIMISTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;■Admito que finalmente: &lt;strong&gt;TERMINÉ ESTA MIERDA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-4610642747847842627?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/4610642747847842627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/admito-que-soy-celosa-admito-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4610642747847842627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435986301840918418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3CAvY0eB5I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eL30nImF5TU/s320/gfh.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S3CAGIKDjHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/YxJoBqKBxs0/s1600-h/gfh.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;La sensación de estar colgado de un avión &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que está a un segundo de arribar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que está a un segundo de estrellar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que es un milagro despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saber que nada es para siempre y hoy.. desafiar a las leyes de la gravedad, sólo reírme hasta verme flotar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-5261338505198882732?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/5261338505198882732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-sensacion-de-estar-colgado-de-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/5261338505198882732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2-YM2LcfMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uW5hJAC1qoE/s1600-h/195894.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435730621728849090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2-YM2LcfMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uW5hJAC1qoE/s320/195894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y sabes que eres la princesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;de mis sueños encantados&lt;br /&gt;cuantas guerras he librado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;por tenerte aqui a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;no me canso de buscarte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;no me importara arriesgarte&lt;br /&gt;si al final de esta aventura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;yo lograra conquistarte&lt;br /&gt;y he pintado a mi princesa en un cuadro imaginario&lt;br /&gt;le cantaba en el oido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;susurrando muy despacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;¨tanto tiempo he naufragado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt; y yo se que no fue en vano&lt;br /&gt;no he dejado de intentarlo, porque creo en los milagros¨.&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/7421953849950565247-7654353207030347880?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2-YM2LcfMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uW5hJAC1qoE/s72-c/195894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-2783520091394729293</id><published>2010-02-07T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:48:50.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2-XL4isZwI/AAAAAAAAAes/_dkHNAgWbOg/s1600-h/hielo.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435729505671735042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2-XL4isZwI/AAAAAAAAAes/_dkHNAgWbOg/s320/hielo.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Lo nuestro duró&lt;br /&gt;Lo que duran dos peces de hielo&lt;br /&gt;En un wiski ¨On the rocks¨,&lt;br /&gt;En vez de fingir,&lt;br /&gt;O, estrellarme una copa de celos,&lt;br /&gt;Le dio por reír.&lt;br /&gt;De pronto me vi,&lt;br /&gt;Como un perro de nadie,&lt;br /&gt;Ladrando, a las puertas del cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-2783520091394729293?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2783520091394729293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/lo-nuestro-duro-lo-que-duran-dos-peces.html#comment-form' 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-7421953849950565247.post-763485780748040103</id><published>2010-02-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:30:40.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2-RdXHTqeI/AAAAAAAAAek/zdDwBwY6-wA/s1600-h/novios31fv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435723208866376162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2-RdXHTqeI/AAAAAAAAAek/zdDwBwY6-wA/s200/novios31fv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;YO NO QUIERO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ser tu luz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;POR NO LASTIMAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;QUIERO DECIRTE &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cosas simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Y NO CONFUNDIR &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tus sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;YO NO PIDO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ser tu angel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;POR NO COMPETIR CONTIGO,&lt;br /&gt;ME ALCANZA SOLO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ser  tu sombra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;NO SER TU SOL, NI TU PISO. &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/7421953849950565247-763485780748040103?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/763485780748040103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/yo-no-quiero-ser-tu-luz-por-no-lastimar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/763485780748040103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/763485780748040103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433720878657968082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2h0WZ0IF9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/_rexNF2-Q_8/s200/ARIELUCAS-VIVEREEstampas372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2hzoT46u-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/y_mNv1Uc6Qg/s1600-h/ARIELUCAS-VIVEREEstampas372.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Colocaste besos justamente en el lugar&lt;br /&gt;suavecitos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;cirugía para curar&lt;br /&gt;las heridas que dejo el pasado sin sanar&lt;br /&gt;y en el caos de mi infierno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;instalaste tu gobierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;y me abrazaste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;suavecito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7421953849950565247-7709846474174519505?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7709846474174519505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/02/colocaste-besos-justamente-en-el-lugar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7709846474174519505'/><link rel='self' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UP&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7421953849950565247-1634115757094093222?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1634115757094093222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-up.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1634115757094093222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MIRA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;AL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;RE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;DEDOrrrrrrrrrrr&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/7421953849950565247-2323937388837614100?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/2323937388837614100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-pronto-flash-nadie-nos-mira-al-re.html#comment-form' 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-7421953849950565247.post-1960337761682042996</id><published>2010-01-31T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:00:45.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2ZUTffUzsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iYcLRlT4zrM/s1600-h/amor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433122694316216002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2ZUTffUzsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iYcLRlT4zrM/s200/amor1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Te regalo mi orden,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;mi desorden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Te regalo mi norte,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mi horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mi filosofía,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mis historias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mi memoria..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te regalo mi amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(que se acumula)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Te regalo mis manos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;mi locura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Te daré todo lo que me pidas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[yo por ti daría mi vida]&lt;br /&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/7421953849950565247-1960337761682042996?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quiero regalarte MI MEJOR SONRISA&lt;br /&gt;Por si un día lloras, TIENES MI ALEGRIA&lt;br /&gt;Y te sientas siempre protegida&lt;br /&gt;Y los 14.. de febrero enviarte mil flores&lt;br /&gt;Un detalle es, pero valores&lt;br /&gt;Y NO TE OLVIDES DE MI NOMBRE &amp;hearts;&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/7421953849950565247-1846147704603186765?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/1846147704603186765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/quiero-regalarte-mi-mejor-sonrisa-por.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1846147704603186765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/1846147704603186765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/quiero-regalarte-mi-mejor-sonrisa-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2ZN9n34YgI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Zx0vt0qNET8/s72-c/imagen_sonrisas_inicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4285880824392542871</id><published>2010-01-31T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:11:05.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Resumiendo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sabes dónde estoy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;resumiendo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;si me llamas voy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;resumiendo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no me hagas hablar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8067834000814331812</id><published>2010-01-31T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:04:50.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nos pasamos la vida jugando. Jugamos con todo, y lo hacemos a todas horas. Como niños caprichosos y malcriados.&lt;br /&gt;Jugamos con el tiempo y nos burlamos de él, tratando de sacarle de sus casillas y desafiando sus posibles. No nos vas a hacer crecer, le decimos pendencieros. Jugamos tanto si llueve como si luce el sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-8067834000814331812?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8067834000814331812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/nos-pasamos-la-vida-jugando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8067834000814331812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8067834000814331812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/nos-pasamos-la-vida-jugando.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-4918768233309609261</id><published>2010-01-30T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:40:34.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2UztVdAW_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/hdKcuez9MzY/s1600-h/con+toda+mi+alma+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432805379438304242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2UztVdAW_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/hdKcuez9MzY/s320/con+toda+mi+alma+(19).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;MIRAME BIEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;te necesito igual&lt;br /&gt;en algo tan pequeño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;como ver el dia pasar&lt;br /&gt;MIRAME BIEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt; y dime si me ves&lt;br /&gt;haciendo algo tan sencillo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;como ver el sol caer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-4918768233309609261?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/4918768233309609261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/mirame-bien-te-necesito-igual-en-algo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4918768233309609261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/4918768233309609261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/mirame-bien-te-necesito-igual-en-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2UztVdAW_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/hdKcuez9MzY/s72-c/con+toda+mi+alma+(19).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-8965635110460373538</id><published>2010-01-30T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:22:45.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2UvkqMSOzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lDecOhdorGE/s1600-h/1204294854_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432800832339983154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2UvkqMSOzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lDecOhdorGE/s400/1204294854_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; r&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ec&lt;/span&gt;ue&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;az&lt;/span&gt;ú&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;ar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;y s&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; c&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;n e&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;xc&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;s&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/7421953849950565247-8965635110460373538?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/8965635110460373538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-r-ec-uer-do-si-n-az-uca-r-y-si-n-cre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8965635110460373538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/8965635110460373538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-r-ec-uer-do-si-n-az-uca-r-y-si-n-cre.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2UvkqMSOzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lDecOhdorGE/s72-c/1204294854_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-7549143640063273008</id><published>2010-01-30T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:51:20.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;D  I M E  QUE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;encontraste todo lo que un día buscabas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;D I M E QUE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;tu sientes &lt;strong&gt;lo mismo&lt;/strong&gt; que yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421953849950565247-7549143640063273008?l=ccontodamialma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/feeds/7549143640063273008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/d-i-m-e-que-encontraste-todo-lo-que-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7549143640063273008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421953849950565247/posts/default/7549143640063273008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ccontodamialma.blogspot.com/2010/01/d-i-m-e-que-encontraste-todo-lo-que-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Alma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17800262093899774653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421953849950565247.post-9089941192277764597</id><published>2010-01-30T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:49:04.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2UZfWfEHMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/dzvrB0K9rv4/s1600-h/bur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432776551894883522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2UZfWfEHMI/AAAAAAAAAc0/dzvrB0K9rv4/s400/bur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mnDCQ2Ss4tI/S2UYxT9xXtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/RcG-m66JPnQ/s1600-h/bur.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dime lo que sientes&lt;br /&gt;dimelo otra vez&lt;br /&gt;dejame escucharte&lt;br /&gt;dejame creer&lt;br /&gt;Hasta donde llega&lt;br /&gt;hasta donde va&lt;br /&gt;dime que es muy fuerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que nos va a durar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dime que aunque a veces&lt;br /&gt;cuesten tanto las palabras&lt;br /&gt;dime que me llevas&lt;br /&gt;en la mente y en las ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; 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