<?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-9032678834831630278</id><updated>2012-02-12T10:00:35.358-06:00</updated><category term='M.J.M.B.'/><category term='H.I.C.L.'/><category term='C.F.L.'/><category term='C.A.H.D.'/><category term='J.I.H.M.'/><category term='M.M.C.M.'/><category term='P.R.'/><title type='text'>Poemas para la vida...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2363280893943291451</id><published>2010-01-18T23:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:41:36.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.I.C.L.'/><title type='text'>Poquito</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_e45168poJCc/S1VRyt5n2zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d8qDXjIVUpw/s400/viento.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me envuelve el vórtice de tu delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;al momento en que tu insinuante lengua se agita tiernamente y a la vez,&lt;div&gt;tus labios como olas, ondean en el mar de tu rostro para así, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;permitir que emerja abrupta pero suavemente la palabra Poquito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ni Dios sabe por qué al salir esas ondas vocales me hechizan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hasta agitarme el tiempo convirtiéndoseme en droga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; que me llama a buscar más de ella, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por consiguiente, me clama a anhelar más de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero no dejes que se detengan las palabras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dejes que fluyan todas ellas como atronadora corriente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puesto que me incitan a dejar que cohabites mis oídos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las cuales, me brindan esperanza de que yo habite en tu corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9032678834831630278-2363280893943291451?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2363280893943291451/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2363280893943291451&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2363280893943291451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2363280893943291451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2010/01/poquito.html' title='Poquito'/><author><name>marhabed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754055867546730015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e45168poJCc/S1PCVGkFsqI/AAAAAAAAADc/9iGINeuObnc/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_e45168poJCc/S1VRyt5n2zI/AAAAAAAAAEY/d8qDXjIVUpw/s72-c/viento.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-4786020695319991022</id><published>2009-11-09T20:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:26:33.312-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>FALL EVENINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SvjL7aDGfCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i5IONdkDMIQ/s1600-h/oto%C3%B1o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402291974495960098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 230px; height: 178px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SvjL7aDGfCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i5IONdkDMIQ/s400/oto%C3%B1o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then without prior notice your memory visits me.Sometimes it just passes through, with a fleeting memory of your smile or of the look of your brown eyes, only an instant of you and then you have already gone.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, however, it refuses to leave, it sleeps with me and wakes up in my arms.In this fall evening, with your memory embraced to my pillow I almost can perceive your scent and pass my fingers through your hair, I could spend hours watching you sleep around me, because I miss you and you don´t know how much!&lt;br /&gt;I miss the beat of your heart, your breathing, your hands, your voice.&lt;br /&gt;I miss to see myself in your eyes when you look at me with that spark of complicity with a mischievous smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your four day beard and your old shoes under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing your thoughts on the air and see how you build your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I miss feeling safe in your arms and be part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many things of you my love and I miss that you miss me.&lt;br /&gt;I would wish you were here instead your memory to tell you how much I love you and that losing you hurt me so much.&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that I made a mistake, there has not been neither time&lt;br /&gt;nor distance nor city to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;If only I had known that this goodbye was going to be forever I would never have left without telling you how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;If only I had Known what my life would be without you I would have fought for you. But "would have" doesn´t exists.&lt;br /&gt;Now is too late to love you and so useless to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;All left to do is distract myself away from you, to pretend that I have forgotten you,  until your memory without prior notice, decides to come, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-4786020695319991022?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4786020695319991022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=4786020695319991022&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4786020695319991022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4786020695319991022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-evenings.html' title='FALL EVENINGS'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SvjL7aDGfCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/i5IONdkDMIQ/s72-c/oto%C3%B1o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7945379631981494095</id><published>2009-11-07T12:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:50:12.996-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>LLUVIAS DECEMBRINAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SvXA-STbIrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YGp5ZWvi8f4/s1600-h/lluvioso3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401435504398508722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SvXA-STbIrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YGp5ZWvi8f4/s320/lluvioso3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SvXAmu6GuqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZUCUUj3dAZQ/s1600-h/lluvioso2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Invierno, es invierno y no estas aqui. El viento azota mi calma y las lluvias decembrinas intensifican el frio alojado en mi corazon. El tiempo calmo mas no sereno aspira a olvidarte, pero es invierno y afuera llueve y no estas aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los susurros de la noche sosiegan a mi alma y a ese escalofrio que recorre mi cuerpo mientras por las paredes de tu cuarto vacio se filtran los recuerdos de noches pasadas. Las cortinas a medio abrir dejan entrar los suspiros de abril y los murmullos de mayo se reprimen en el viejo colchon que se niega a olvidarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace meses que te fuiste y tu aroma aun sigue aqui, tu escencia se esconde bajo las sabanas con el recuerdo de tu piel dulce y calida, me arden las yemas de los dedos con tan solo imaginarte. Si tan solo pudiera tocarte una vez mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos secretos escondidos en los cajones y en el baul bajo la cama, a simple vista no queda nada de ti, solo recuerdos efimeros que parecen perecer con el tiempo. Pasan junio, julio y agosto por las agujas del reloj y ya te he olvidado pero llega septiembre y emerges de la nada, porque el otoño no sabe de olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre besos muertos y caricias marchitas diciembre parece resignarse, mis labios entumecidos me hablan de tu ausencia. El frio invierno toca a mi puerta y yo aspiro a olvidarte, pero es invierno y afuera llueve y no estas aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7945379631981494095?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7945379631981494095/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7945379631981494095&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7945379631981494095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7945379631981494095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/11/lluvias-decembrinas.html' title='LLUVIAS DECEMBRINAS'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SvXA-STbIrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YGp5ZWvi8f4/s72-c/lluvioso3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2412917711616772232</id><published>2009-11-05T22:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:08:19.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.I.C.L.'/><title type='text'>[2a]-0010-01100001 Morir Súbitamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vBGLthKDPOKXEjHVcmZuzQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCO6hlNP75aGO4wE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_e45168poJCc/SvOeYFeCByI/AAAAAAAAADA/kawqtH3Ri7w/s288/soledad%20de%20mujer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Ella -&lt;/div&gt;¿No ha sido el azteca el que conmueve corazones?&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¿No ha sido él quien perturba mi piel con su cantar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;A quien devoro con mi pensamiento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¿No ha sido él quien con sus ojos me ha penetrado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Quien lleva mi mente a parajes lejanos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;y puso a mis pies pavo reales y cenzontles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Adornóme con jade y piedras preciosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¿No ha sido él?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Ahora te pido que seas tú él que reclame este cuerpo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;que has conquistado con tus luceros negros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;tal como lo hicieron con tu tierra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Él -&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Me gusta más que la mujer me toque con el acorde &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;de algún excéntrico instrumento que,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;el glande con la punta de la lengua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Que de su boca salgan cánticos celestiales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;a versos de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Que desnude el lienzo de su última pintura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;a que desnude sus senos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Que me deleite con el movimiento de sus pies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;al compás de Tchaikovsky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;a que me haga gemir con el movimiento de sus caderas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Por que ansío más el intercambio intelectual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;que el de sus fluidos a mi boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;De la misma manera me encantaría tenerte así.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Ya que cuando te vayas, por que lo harás,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;me dejarás tu sonrisa, tus recuerdos, tus aficiones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Me dejarás parte de tu alma, de tu mente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Y podré recortarte tal como eres, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Sin tapujos, sin máscaras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Sabré que es lo que verdaderamente deseas en un hombre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;así podré esculpirme a imagen y semejanza de tus anhelos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Ella -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¿Rechazarás ahora el calor de mi vientre?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¿Rechazarás el aroma de mi perfume en tu pecho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¿Alejas tu pensamiento de mi desnudez?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¿No te das cuenta que te estoy dando morada en mis muslos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Si rompieras mis vestidos en este momento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;no estaría más agradecida antes, una mujer con un hombre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¡Arrebata mi intimidad! ¡Quítala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¡Saciate! ¡No la desprecies! Que al hacerlo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;me matas súbitamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Él -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;No sabes cuánto desearía tocarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Pero ambos sabemos nuestro lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;No quisiera que nos confundiésemos con nuestro rol.&lt;/div&gt;Cada noche pienso, después de verte, que me basta,&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;que con verte sonreír es suficiente para mi alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Te busco entre la multitud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Mi corazón se se debilita con tu ausencia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Mis ojos lloran si no te encuentran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Mi bandolón deja de serlo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;y se convierte en un simple bloque de madera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Ya que su voz fue hecha especialmente para ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¡Cuánto quiero decirte vete! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Así no sufriríamos nunca los dos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Déjame seguir tocando entre los charros mí bandolón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Déjame seguir cantando música de Jimenez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Pero veme, escúchame, ya que si no lo haces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;me matas súbitamente.&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/9032678834831630278-2412917711616772232?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2412917711616772232/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2412917711616772232&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2412917711616772232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2412917711616772232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/11/2a-0010-01100001-morir-subitamente.html' title='[2a]-0010-01100001 Morir Súbitamente'/><author><name>marhabed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754055867546730015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e45168poJCc/S1PCVGkFsqI/AAAAAAAAADc/9iGINeuObnc/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_e45168poJCc/SvOeYFeCByI/AAAAAAAAADA/kawqtH3Ri7w/s72-c/soledad%20de%20mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-1181779808819043280</id><published>2009-11-04T23:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:04:04.610-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.I.C.L.'/><title type='text'>[2] - 0010  El Mariachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DgdfNv--aL_a_507SiQCXw?authkey=Gv1sRgCO6hlNP75aGO4wE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_e45168poJCc/SvJgb4qUggI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UFhkaIP_cFY/s288/charro.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;En un bar de Chicago, se encontraba un mexicano. &lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Vestía pantalón vaquero y a la cadera, cinto piteado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Botas de víbora, un paliacate rojo al cuello ajustado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Cabello negro largo, con un tequila en la mano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Tenía ojos negros, que dejaban al descubierto su alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;El color de su piel se asemejaba al de la tierra, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Evidenciando sus raíces, de origen nahua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Tocaba música ranchera, su bandolón denotaba calma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Cantaba sin cesar, música de José Alfredo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Todos le miraban y disfrutaban su canto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Desaparecía súbito cualquier clase de miedo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Y de felicidad a todos les provocaba llanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Entre todos había alguien al que le parecía hermoso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;La estructura de su cuerpo, el color de su piel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Más que bello o atractivo, le parecía armonioso.&lt;/div&gt;Su cantar,  su forma de mirar, le parecía miel.&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Era una fémina que se entusiasmaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Con tan sólo la idea de tener una vez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;A ese azteca que en ese bar cantaba,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Todas las noches en punto de las diez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Se imaginaba la excentricidad de su piel desnuda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Sus manos tocándola por doquier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Sentir la selva entre sus piernas y quedar muda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;O estar gimiendo hasta el amanecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Él sentía la mirada de aquella divina mujer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;la cual le ocasionaba cierto letargo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;El pensar que en sus brazos podría caer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Lo hacía sudar por un momento largo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Llegó el final de la actuación esa noche,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Eran ya, alrededor de la una de la mañana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;El músico casi llegaba a abrir su coche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Cuando a él se allegó la trémula americana.&lt;/div&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/9032678834831630278-1181779808819043280?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1181779808819043280/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=1181779808819043280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1181779808819043280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1181779808819043280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-0010-el-mariachi.html' title='[2] - 0010  El Mariachi'/><author><name>marhabed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754055867546730015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e45168poJCc/S1PCVGkFsqI/AAAAAAAAADc/9iGINeuObnc/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_e45168poJCc/SvJgb4qUggI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UFhkaIP_cFY/s72-c/charro.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-1246486842346215061</id><published>2009-11-03T02:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:57:00.662-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>TARDES DE OTOÑO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Su_uTD5vf_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6yDZrf2XNYc/s1600-h/oto%C3%B1o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399796489472933874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Su_uTD5vf_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6yDZrf2XNYc/s320/oto%C3%B1o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Su_uDP9g84I/AAAAAAAAAE8/MQBUTI8urSo/s1600-h/oto%C3%B1o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez en cuando sin previo aviso me visita tu recuerdo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aveces viene de paso, con un recuerdo fugaz de tu sonrisa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o de la mirada de tus ojos cafes, un solo instante de ti y ya te has ido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otras veces, sin embargo, se niega a irse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;duerme conmigo y se despierta entre mis brazos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En esta tarde de otoño, con tu recuerdo abrazado a mi almohada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;casi puedo percibir tu aroma y pasar mis dedos por tu cabello,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;podria pasar las horas observandote mientras duermes abrazado a mi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque te extraño y no sabes cuanto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extraño el latido de tu corazon, tu respiracion, tus manos, tu voz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extraño verme reflejada en tus ojos cuando me miras con ese brillo de complicidad con una sonrisa maliciosa en tu rostro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extraño tu barba de cuatro dias y tus viejos tennis bajo la cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extraño oir tus pensamientos en el aire y ver como construyes tus sueños.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extraño sentirme segura entre tus brazos y ser parte de tu vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extraño tantas cosas de ti mi amor y extraño que me extrañes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desearia que en lugar de tu recuerdo estuvieses tu aqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para decirte cuanto te quiero y que me ha dolido mucho perderte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para decirte que me equivoque, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que no ha habido ni tiempo ni distancia ni ciudad para el olvido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si hubiese sabido que este adios sería para siempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jamas me habria marchado sin decirte cuanto te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si hubiese sabido lo que sería de mi vida sin ti hubiese luchado por ti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero el hubiese no existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya es muy tarde para amarte y es tan inutil extrañarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo me queda distraerme de ti, pretender que te he olvidado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hasta que tu recuerdo nuevamente, sin previo aviso, decida venir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-1246486842346215061?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1246486842346215061/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=1246486842346215061&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1246486842346215061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1246486842346215061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/11/tardes-de-otono.html' title='TARDES DE OTOÑO'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Su_uTD5vf_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6yDZrf2XNYc/s72-c/oto%C3%B1o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-1704720451484444502</id><published>2009-11-02T09:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:27:43.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenido Hector</title><content type='html'>Hola, a aquellos que les gusta pasar por este pequeño blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le damosla bienvenida a un escritor que se une a nuestro pequeño staff.  Su nombre es Hector!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como siempre se me adelantan antes de presentarlos , pero en fin ya tienen un poco de material para leer sobre el. Y ha diferencia de otros escritores de este blog, se pueden dar cuenta de el estilo en cada frase que nos trasportara a otro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De parte del nuestro pequeño staff,  Bienvenido !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Que tus palabras nos lleven a un lugar situado fuera de nuestro espacio"&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/9032678834831630278-1704720451484444502?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1704720451484444502/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=1704720451484444502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1704720451484444502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1704720451484444502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/11/bienvenido-hector.html' title='Bienvenido Hector'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-5047502396147873338</id><published>2009-10-30T00:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:03:54.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.I.C.L.'/><title type='text'>[1]-0001 - Inter cuore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RDg5UDBftE5OyfybmnUJKA?authkey=Gv1sRgCO6hlNP75aGO4wE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_e45168poJCc/Supoikmz-tI/AAAAAAAAACg/VoQvq6maVn4/s288/Karine_Leroy_fille.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  white-space: pre;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;La luz del sol estaba sentada en una pequeña silla.&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Frente a ella, se encontraba una pequeña niña.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Ambas platicaban sobre sus pesares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Ambas, reían implacables de sus maldades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;El viento era otro fiel acompañante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;En gran manera es todo un caballero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Irónicamente siempre es invariante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Y a las citas, siempre era el primero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;En medio de ellos permanecía inerte una mesa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Sin hablar, inmutada, era cálida, fría y tiesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Testigo de las indiscreciones de la chiquilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Bien sabía que ella era toda una pilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;La mesa fue usada para charlar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Para realizar inimaginables creaciones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Así también, para de tristeza llorar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Para llenar hojas blancas de colores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Era una niña normal, con ojos, nariz y boca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Pero su mente no le favorecía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Pues era fiel, fuerte, y sólida como roca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Y a las agresiones resistía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Al igual que diabla, era toda dulzura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Realizaba actos piadosos con premura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Como cuando a Roberto el oso, los ojos le saltaron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Sin pensarlo, ella luchó contra el mundo para curarlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Los demás al salir, la miraban con desprecio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Pues siempre en su rostro, una risa portaba,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Jugaba, saltaba, tenía un espíritu necio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Su cerebro circuitos y transistores llevaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Era la primera versión de su modelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Bonita la chamaquita, con rizos rubios y caireles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Hermosos ojos azules como el cielo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Mejillas rojas, suaves como pétalos de claveles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Era la suplente de una niña normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Aún así, aquellos niños normales, groseramente la rechazaban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Ella no comprendía, pues se veía igual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Y aunque fuera como roca, de sus ojos lágrimas brotaban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Sus padres, hijos biológicos no podían tener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Pues problemas había en la genética.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Adoptivos no querían, no deseaban verlo perecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Así que mejor optaron por una robótica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Su corazón palpitaba, sonaba como tambor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Tenía ojos similares a los de su padre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Una sonrisa preciosa, idéntica a la madre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Si se pinchaba, también sentía dolor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Entonces, ¿Por qué había padres que le temían?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;¡Sudaba, lloraba, pensaba, se angustiaba, añoraba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;No había nadie quien la amara cuando sonreía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Por lo tanto, tan sólo con la luz del sol jugaba.&lt;/div&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/9032678834831630278-5047502396147873338?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5047502396147873338/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=5047502396147873338&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/5047502396147873338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/5047502396147873338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/10/inter-cuore.html' title='[1]-0001 - Inter cuore'/><author><name>marhabed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03754055867546730015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e45168poJCc/S1PCVGkFsqI/AAAAAAAAADc/9iGINeuObnc/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_e45168poJCc/Supoikmz-tI/AAAAAAAAACg/VoQvq6maVn4/s72-c/Karine_Leroy_fille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6766510383493343210</id><published>2009-10-20T00:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:02:49.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>WHO WILL CONSOLE ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/St1SGFfc-XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ob0BC-ZDBmk/s1600-h/missYouPink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394558193166514546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/St1SGFfc-XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ob0BC-ZDBmk/s200/missYouPink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forswear life, love, my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clinging to loneliness because of your fear to suffer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you think you can fool me, that I dont know that you miss me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I believe when you pretend not to think of me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have hurt each other over these years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we have mutilated our need to love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neither all this years nor all this disillusionment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have managed to remove my feelings for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look into my eyes and you believe Im lying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I have never loved you or cried for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your lack of confidence blur your senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you hurt yourself and you are hurting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your doubts and your fears are killing my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wake up sad and lonely because you are not here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you cried in my arms asking for consolation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now that you have gived up, who will console me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forswear life, love, my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you still cry in silence when you think about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your cowardice condemned me to lose you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now you have realized: you have condemned yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-6766510383493343210?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6766510383493343210/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6766510383493343210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6766510383493343210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6766510383493343210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-will-console-me.html' title='WHO WILL CONSOLE ME?'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/St1SGFfc-XI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ob0BC-ZDBmk/s72-c/missYouPink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3794488460864241765</id><published>2009-09-29T13:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:30:34.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Murmure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SsJSGT9ArgI/AAAAAAAAALA/2bHE0t9fN2U/s1600-h/murmure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SsJSGT9ArgI/AAAAAAAAALA/2bHE0t9fN2U/s320/murmure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386958372677398018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Murmure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con todo este sentimiento perdido&lt;br /&gt;Y mi vida en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;En el basto atardecer&lt;br /&gt;Con los ojos cerrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos sin palabras dulces&lt;br /&gt;Congelando tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Apagando la llama del mío&lt;br /&gt;Matando mí esperanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el olvido de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Me arrincono a esperarlo&lt;br /&gt;Por la indecisión de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Sin palabras de consuelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No encuentro aliento&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que llenan mi boca&lt;br /&gt;Solo nudos en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Distancia que no se acorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde tú me dabas vida&lt;br /&gt;Yo vivía donde tu estabas&lt;br /&gt;Entre tanta soledad&lt;br /&gt;Murmure tu nombre solo una vez más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&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/9032678834831630278-3794488460864241765?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3794488460864241765/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3794488460864241765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3794488460864241765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3794488460864241765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/09/murmure.html' title='Murmure'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SsJSGT9ArgI/AAAAAAAAALA/2bHE0t9fN2U/s72-c/murmure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8636731719880762677</id><published>2009-09-13T22:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:31:36.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>QUIEN ME CONSUELA A MI?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Sq21DQmLAvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O-Mh79fXnWI/s1600-h/tiempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381156197376918258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Sq21DQmLAvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O-Mh79fXnWI/s320/tiempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reniegas de la vida, del amor, de mis labios&lt;br /&gt;te aferras a estar solo por temor a sufrir&lt;br /&gt;tu crees que me engañas, que no se que me extrañas&lt;br /&gt;que creo cuando finges no pensar mas en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos hemos hecho daño a lo largo de los años&lt;br /&gt;y hemos mutilado nuestras ansias de amar&lt;br /&gt;ni todos estos años ni todo el desengaño&lt;br /&gt;han logrado borrar lo que siento por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me miras a los ojos y crees que te miento&lt;br /&gt;que yo nunca te he amado o llorado por ti&lt;br /&gt;tu falta de confianza empaña tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;te hieres a ti mismo y me hieres a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus dudas y tus miedos van matando mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;despierto triste y sola porque no estas aqui&lt;br /&gt;lloraste entre mis brazos buscando mi consuelo&lt;br /&gt;y hoy que te has rendido ¿quien me consuela a mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reniegas de la vida, del amor, de mis labios&lt;br /&gt;mas lloras en silencio cuando piensas en mi&lt;br /&gt;porque tu cobardia me condenó a perderte&lt;br /&gt;y hoy te has dado cuenta: te has condenado a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Por:&lt;/span&gt; M.M.C.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8636731719880762677?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8636731719880762677/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8636731719880762677&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8636731719880762677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8636731719880762677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/09/sin-nombreaun.html' title='QUIEN ME CONSUELA A MI?'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Sq21DQmLAvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/O-Mh79fXnWI/s72-c/tiempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8290950403209182519</id><published>2009-08-26T14:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:54:27.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Extrañarte a ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SpWQpahEoII/AAAAAAAAAKo/teFAyFbWziY/s1600-h/sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SpWQpahEoII/AAAAAAAAAKo/teFAyFbWziY/s320/sombra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374360771503628418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extrañarte a ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no se a donde ir&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cansado por mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Que diría, si volver a comenzar es terminar&lt;br /&gt;Si aun no puedo ser yo cuando tu no estas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mil gritos de agonía&lt;br /&gt;Con recuerdos pausados&lt;br /&gt;Solo un pensamiento continuo&lt;br /&gt;Que mi pecho dice, no volverán mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Para que seguir recordando?&lt;br /&gt;Si desespero por ver tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y solo quería estar donde tu estas&lt;br /&gt;Y muero en cuanto callo,&lt;br /&gt;Por que es volverte a recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sonrisa desvanece&lt;br /&gt;Y estos ojos con lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Por que en constante guerra estoy&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón contra mis recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala y pudieras leer estas palabras que las escribe mi pecho y no mis manos, sin acumular alguna duda, rencor o pensamiento absurdo, te escribo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero verte de nuevo, por que te extraño amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por:&lt;/span&gt; C.A.H.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8290950403209182519?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8290950403209182519/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8290950403209182519&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8290950403209182519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8290950403209182519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/08/extranarte-ti.html' title='Extrañarte a ti...'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SpWQpahEoII/AAAAAAAAAKo/teFAyFbWziY/s72-c/sombra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-1197796570423282017</id><published>2009-08-13T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:36:34.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>RECUERDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SoSG3iiweEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4xH68jcUXec/s1600-h/oto%C3%B1o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369564944455989314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SoSG3iiweEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4xH68jcUXec/s320/oto%C3%B1o1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me has olvidado amor, me has olvidado&lt;br /&gt;y yo por mas que intento no te olvido&lt;br /&gt;tu vives ya de ella enamorado&lt;br /&gt;yo vivo de recuerdos todos tuyos.&lt;br /&gt;Las sombras de tu amor aun me persiguen&lt;br /&gt;en sueños gozo el roze de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;mas sin embargo despierto atormentada&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que tus labios no son mios.&lt;br /&gt;Y ansiando las caricias que tus manos&lt;br /&gt;antes me regalaron y ahora me niegan&lt;br /&gt;mi mente escapa internandose en los sueños&lt;br /&gt;el unico lugar donde aun te tengo&lt;br /&gt;Podria vivir dormida para siempre&lt;br /&gt;para poder sentirte aun en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;más sin embargo amor siempre despierto&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que de ti ya nada tengo&lt;br /&gt;teniendo que vivir de los recuerdos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-1197796570423282017?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1197796570423282017/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=1197796570423282017&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1197796570423282017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1197796570423282017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/08/recuerdos.html' title='RECUERDOS'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SoSG3iiweEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4xH68jcUXec/s72-c/oto%C3%B1o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-4487383226072997567</id><published>2009-07-06T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:09:57.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>DESPUES DEL ARCOIRIS NO HAY NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SlKuO74WUgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U-DJ9Rznj2E/s1600-h/arcoiris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355534478512378370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SlKuO74WUgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U-DJ9Rznj2E/s200/arcoiris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SlKpcCy8GaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zBmR0Ee36J4/s1600-h/arcoiris.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma cansada no encuentra consuelo en este mundo&lt;br /&gt;donde las memorias acechan sin descanso&lt;br /&gt;esperando por el momento en que algo me recuerde a ti&lt;br /&gt;un color, un sabor, un aroma, una canción!&lt;br /&gt;un destello vago de ti y comienzas a dolerme&lt;br /&gt;Tienes razón, tu lo sabes con mas certeza que yo&lt;br /&gt;ya NO te quiero&lt;br /&gt;no a ti, no al de ahora, con seguridad no a ti&lt;br /&gt;Quiero a aquel, al de entonces y no lo quiero yo&lt;br /&gt;lo quiere ella, la de antes, la que dormia sus noches,&lt;br /&gt;la que abrazaba sus sueños, la que consumia sus deseos,&lt;br /&gt;no yo, no a ti, no nosotros, dos fuegos consumidos,&lt;br /&gt;ya ni las cenizas quedan!&lt;br /&gt;pero aun asi, sabiendo que nunca volverán&lt;br /&gt;como los extraño!&lt;br /&gt;Como duele saber que nunca volveré a sentir algo igual,&lt;br /&gt;como duele saber que he comenzado a olvidarte, a olvidar lo que sentía,&lt;br /&gt;con seguridad ya no recuerdo tus besos, tu sabor ni tu aroma,&lt;br /&gt;solo recuerdo que hay algo que he comenzado a olvidar que solia hacerme feliz&lt;br /&gt;y que anhelo volver a sentir algo igual algun día&lt;br /&gt;como duele saber que esa sensacion se ha ido y que nunca volverá.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre alma soñadora, que triste es recordarse con alas y saberse sin ellas,&lt;br /&gt;vagabunda, perdida y sola, muy sola, sabiendo ahora lo que se siente estar rota&lt;br /&gt;y que la ilusión es solo eso, ilusión y nada más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-4487383226072997567?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4487383226072997567/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=4487383226072997567&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4487383226072997567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4487383226072997567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/07/despues-del-arcoiris-no-hay-nada.html' title='DESPUES DEL ARCOIRIS NO HAY NADA'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SlKuO74WUgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/U-DJ9Rznj2E/s72-c/arcoiris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-5127761004906235976</id><published>2009-06-19T02:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:43:21.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>AND I DON´T FEEL, I JUST KNOW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjtL56VeHPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L74MYfLcCCo/s1600-h/aloneinbed0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348952440716532978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjtL56VeHPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L74MYfLcCCo/s200/aloneinbed0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolating myself from emotions and sensations I have used up all my energies in nothing, maybe they have been stolen from me in dreams. How can a body still alive when it has lost all the motivation, when maybe has never had it?I know -and I just know, I dont feel- how the days pass by and doesn´t mean nothing, doesn´t steal from me either a smile or a tear. I don´t know how many days like this left, fortunately I know that can´t come worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-5127761004906235976?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5127761004906235976/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=5127761004906235976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/5127761004906235976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/5127761004906235976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-dont-feel-i-just-know.html' title='AND I DON´T FEEL, I JUST KNOW...'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjtL56VeHPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/L74MYfLcCCo/s72-c/aloneinbed0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8274426604754322003</id><published>2009-06-18T23:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:24:25.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>NOTHING ELSE LEFT TO SAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsSbVs8OaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/91wdwcHHj4A/s1600-h/escultura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348889243324004770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsSbVs8OaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/91wdwcHHj4A/s200/escultura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just going to listen to you&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I yelled out your name so loud&lt;br /&gt;that it deafened my senses&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't hear you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;that goodbye that you use to say between whispers&lt;br /&gt;wishing to not be heard&lt;br /&gt;in the same way as when you ask me to stay beside you for ever.&lt;br /&gt;Before I closed my eyes I read from your lips the blasphemy of your love&lt;br /&gt;You claim me as yours and declare yourself to the world,&lt;br /&gt;slave of your dreams, prisoner of your freedom,&lt;br /&gt;owner of my desires and of my will.&lt;br /&gt;I can't travel in your dreams eternally&lt;br /&gt;float, the words float&lt;br /&gt;making an echo in the hollow of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I have to leave, soon, I have to leave&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, I won't ever leave you.&lt;br /&gt;My lips open to say goodbye,my lips,&lt;br /&gt;treacherous lips, they shut and kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to love you&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else left to do,&lt;br /&gt;the goodbye will come later, the goodbye&lt;br /&gt;between whispers and deafened senses&lt;br /&gt;you have bended my will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8274426604754322003?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8274426604754322003/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8274426604754322003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8274426604754322003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8274426604754322003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-else-left-to-say.html' title='NOTHING ELSE LEFT TO SAY'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsSbVs8OaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/91wdwcHHj4A/s72-c/escultura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6036739430335160179</id><published>2009-06-18T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:21:37.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>NO QUIERO DECIR MAS NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsRfGqvtBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uJhgVW5k2NA/s1600-h/sumisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348888208496112658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsRfGqvtBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uJhgVW5k2NA/s200/sumisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a limitarme a escucharte&lt;br /&gt;no quiero decir mas nada&lt;br /&gt;ayer grite con tanta fuerza tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;que ensordeci mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;y no pude escucharte decir adios&lt;br /&gt;ese adios que sueles decir entre susurros&lt;br /&gt;como con ganas de que no ser escuchado&lt;br /&gt;como cuando me pides que me quede por siempre a tu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de cerrar mis ojos lei de tus labios la blasfemia de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;me reclamas tuya y te declaras del mundo&lt;br /&gt;esclavo de tus sueños, prisionero de tu libertad&lt;br /&gt;dueño de mis deseos y de mi voluntad&lt;br /&gt;No puedo viajar en tus sueños eternamente&lt;br /&gt;flotan, las palabras flotan&lt;br /&gt;haciendo eco en el hueco de mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que irme, pronto tengo que irme&lt;br /&gt;o no podre irme jamas&lt;br /&gt;mis labios se abren para decir adios&lt;br /&gt;mis labios, labios traicioneros&lt;br /&gt;callan y te besan&lt;br /&gt;Voy a limitarme a quererte,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero hacer mas nada&lt;br /&gt;el adios vendra despues, el adios&lt;br /&gt;entre susurros y sentidos sordos&lt;br /&gt;has doblegado mi voluntad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-6036739430335160179?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6036739430335160179/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6036739430335160179&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6036739430335160179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6036739430335160179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-quiero-decir-mas-nada.html' title='NO QUIERO DECIR MAS NADA'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsRfGqvtBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uJhgVW5k2NA/s72-c/sumisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-4472437004881170787</id><published>2009-06-18T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:48:33.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>WHEN THE SUN COMES OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsJ1WFatlI/AAAAAAAAADs/nxduNLzOKmc/s1600-h/cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348879794498614866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsJ1WFatlI/AAAAAAAAADs/nxduNLzOKmc/s200/cama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not sure if it is a memory or a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not sure if it is a tear or a kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have neither much to think nor much to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it was nothing, however it is everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want neither to wake up nor to keep sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live this instant and to feel this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;real or not, I want to live for this moment and remind you in this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I want to live, to feel and to die without forgetting you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not able to wake, Im doing good in this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to sleep in your arms and to live in your dreams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not able to wake, Im doing good in this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because everything is so sad when the sun comes out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-4472437004881170787?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4472437004881170787/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=4472437004881170787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4472437004881170787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4472437004881170787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-sun-comes-out.html' title='WHEN THE SUN COMES OUT'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsJ1WFatlI/AAAAAAAAADs/nxduNLzOKmc/s72-c/cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-4981916957237522134</id><published>2009-06-18T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:48:44.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>AL SALIR EL SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsI675BraI/AAAAAAAAADk/8fpIycBQz_g/s1600-h/aloneInBed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348878791034908066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsI675BraI/AAAAAAAAADk/8fpIycBQz_g/s200/aloneInBed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sé si es un recuerdo o es un sueño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sé si es una lágrima o un beso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No tengo mucho que pensar ni mucho que decir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque no fué nada, más sin embargo lo es todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No quiero despertar ni seguir dormida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero vivir este instante y sentir este momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reales o no, quiero vivir de estos momentos y recordarte así&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque quiero vivir, sentir y morir sin olvidarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No soy capaz de despertar, asi estoy bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero dormir en tus brazos y vivir en tus sueños,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No soy capaz de despertar, asi estoy bien &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues todo es triste al salir el sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-4981916957237522134?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4981916957237522134/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=4981916957237522134&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4981916957237522134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4981916957237522134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/al-salir-el-sol.html' title='AL SALIR EL SOL'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsI675BraI/AAAAAAAAADk/8fpIycBQz_g/s72-c/aloneInBed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-995230634852677908</id><published>2009-06-18T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:29:57.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>LAS PALABRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsFte9NIKI/AAAAAAAAADc/rAfe2_kgpDI/s1600-h/hush2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348875261394624674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsFte9NIKI/AAAAAAAAADc/rAfe2_kgpDI/s200/hush2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero cerrar los ojos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretender que no pasa nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero la verdad escupe mi rostro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tus silencios gritan las palabras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me he negado a escuchar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero soltarte y verte volar lejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mis sentidos me dicen que muy lejos te iras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que no piensas regresar a este lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero soltarte y verte volar lejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero el miedo a perderte me ha parado en seco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-995230634852677908?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/995230634852677908/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=995230634852677908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/995230634852677908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/995230634852677908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/las-palabras.html' title='LAS PALABRAS'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjsFte9NIKI/AAAAAAAAADc/rAfe2_kgpDI/s72-c/hush2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8645283342165612238</id><published>2009-06-18T00:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:27:31.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>I PROMISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnNU_Gep7I/AAAAAAAAADU/qu13piU3fCQ/s1600-h/pisadas2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348531792898860978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnNU_Gep7I/AAAAAAAAADU/qu13piU3fCQ/s320/pisadas2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you as you were: a dream&lt;br /&gt;and I feel happy to be able to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I promise neither to let you find me nor to look for you&lt;br /&gt;neither to let you hurt me nor to miss you&lt;br /&gt;never again to feel this way, to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to enjoy my loneliness, and you yours'&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy my sadness and my madness&lt;br /&gt;to learn from my mistakes, to forgive you&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to think you, not to dream of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8645283342165612238?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8645283342165612238/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8645283342165612238&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8645283342165612238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8645283342165612238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-promise.html' title='I PROMISE'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnNU_Gep7I/AAAAAAAAADU/qu13piU3fCQ/s72-c/pisadas2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7791714370794871409</id><published>2009-06-18T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:27:45.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>PROMETO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnMgGKgHwI/AAAAAAAAADM/rzUZTkmvPDY/s1600-h/pinkFall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348530884261715714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnMgGKgHwI/AAAAAAAAADM/rzUZTkmvPDY/s320/pinkFall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Te recuerdo como lo que fuiste: un sueño&lt;br /&gt;y me siento feliz de poder despertar.&lt;br /&gt;Te prometo no dejar que me encuentres ni buscarte&lt;br /&gt;no dejar que me duelas, no extrañarte&lt;br /&gt;no volver a sentir esto, olvidarte.&lt;br /&gt;Te prometo disfrutar mi soledad, tu la tuya&lt;br /&gt;disfrutar de mi triteza y mi locura&lt;br /&gt;aprender de mis errores, perdonarte&lt;br /&gt;te prometo no pensarte, no soñarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7791714370794871409?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7791714370794871409/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7791714370794871409&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7791714370794871409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7791714370794871409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/prometo.html' title='PROMETO'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnMgGKgHwI/AAAAAAAAADM/rzUZTkmvPDY/s72-c/pinkFall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2826785399473110831</id><published>2009-06-17T23:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:27:58.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnDBRND3OI/AAAAAAAAADE/s2nlzd0m-y0/s1600-h/pisadas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348520459044642018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnDBRND3OI/AAAAAAAAADE/s2nlzd0m-y0/s320/pisadas5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to leave without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don´t want to think about anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The street is too shortthe way is so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can´t take another step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don´t know where to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don´t know where to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don´t know what to expect from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear children and elderlies footsteps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I see your footprints way too far from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can´t follow your path if you run that far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won´t accept my fate so far away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can´t take me with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can´t bring you to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just enjoy the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wait for the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-2826785399473110831?l=pensarlo.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnDBRND3OI/AAAAAAAAADE/s2nlzd0m-y0/s72-c/pisadas5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-5629723095712731664</id><published>2009-06-17T22:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:28:11.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnClPZ3i9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fcjLvuwztls/s1600-h/pisadas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348519977525152722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnClPZ3i9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fcjLvuwztls/s200/pisadas4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero irme contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quiero irme sin ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no quiero pensar en nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La calle es corta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el camino es largo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y mis pasos no consigo darlos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No se donde empezar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no se a donde ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no se que esperar de mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escucho los pasos de niños y ancianos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y observo tus huellas tan lejos de mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No puedo seguir tu camino si corres tan lejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No quiero aceptar mi destino tan lejano a ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No puedes llevarme contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No puedo traerte hacia mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tan solo disfruto el momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y espero su fin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-5629723095712731664?l=pensarlo.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjnClPZ3i9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fcjLvuwztls/s72-c/pisadas4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-757257148994419567</id><published>2009-06-17T22:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:28:28.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>NOT TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmzlaT4acI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cQ6ZBPQ2QTE/s1600-h/fall+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348503487778417090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmzlaT4acI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cQ6ZBPQ2QTE/s200/fall+angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you someday and forever but not today.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am the dust of my bones and the blood of my flesh,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am selfish and I want to fly with my broken wings,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to live without thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;I will love you someday and forever but not today.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I might remember you,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I might live for you but not today.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to feel other bodies and to bite other souls,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to kiss so many lips with no face in my memory,&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to forget about you and about anyone&lt;br /&gt;but tomorrow as yesterday I´ll be here for you,&lt;br /&gt;just for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-757257148994419567?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmzlaT4acI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cQ6ZBPQ2QTE/s72-c/fall+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6213165646782107379</id><published>2009-06-17T22:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:28:41.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>HOY NO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmyB4mDcwI/AAAAAAAAACs/LqLEH1Dg5-8/s1600-h/depressedAngel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501777920783106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmyB4mDcwI/AAAAAAAAACs/LqLEH1Dg5-8/s200/depressedAngel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algun dia y siempre te he de querer pero hoy no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy soy el polvo de mis huesos y la sangre de mi carne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy soy egoista y quiero volar con mis alas rotas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy quiero vivir sin pensar en ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algun dia y siempre te he de querer pero hoy no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mañana talvez me acuerde de ti, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mañana talvez viva para ti pero hoy no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy quiero sentir otros cuerpos y morder otras almas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy quiero besar tantos labios sin rostro en mi memoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy quiero olvidarme de ti y de todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero mañana como ayer estare aqui para ti, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo para ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-6213165646782107379?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6213165646782107379/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6213165646782107379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6213165646782107379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6213165646782107379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/algun-dia-y-siempre-te-he-de-querer.html' title='HOY NO'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmyB4mDcwI/AAAAAAAAACs/LqLEH1Dg5-8/s72-c/depressedAngel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-649152725106803416</id><published>2009-06-17T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:28:54.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>I WANT TO SLEEP ETERNALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmpYaCUJrI/AAAAAAAAACc/_JEs1SEfqHk/s1600-h/painting_woman_sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348492269250160306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmpYaCUJrI/AAAAAAAAACc/_JEs1SEfqHk/s200/painting_woman_sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can´t divest of these feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, hate,resentment, boredom, oblivion, bitterness, sad memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this grudge growing day by day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this wish of have never met you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this regret of knowing that I have ruined my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the "if only I would have"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the "I wish I would have"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the "if I only had gone in the other direction completely opposite to you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living knowing that I did wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living remembering you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can´t tear you out of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate myself for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I hate you even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tried so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have fled from one place to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from one bed to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from one corner of my soul to another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I´m looking forward to forgeting you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish to think of you no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I curse the day when I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if I only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it wasn´t like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all has lost in the forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I no longer remember who I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be the same person that I was before you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I don´t know where she went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has faded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have looked in my conscience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have looked in my subconscience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in every corner of my memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there's nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it´s gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why has she gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be me again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one I used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one everybody loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one I used to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refuse to accept that I have died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I died with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you don´t even notice it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is worse, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don´t even care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can´t recognize myself anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don´t know if I am awake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or if I am dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing of this makes sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I can´t take it anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to dispose of all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to dispose of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of my idea of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eternally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-649152725106803416?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/649152725106803416/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=649152725106803416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/649152725106803416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/649152725106803416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-sleep-eternally.html' title='I WANT TO SLEEP ETERNALLY'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmpYaCUJrI/AAAAAAAAACc/_JEs1SEfqHk/s72-c/painting_woman_sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7412534207002060598</id><published>2009-06-17T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:29:14.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>QUIERO DORMIR ETERNAMENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmkskVEhFI/AAAAAAAAACU/CFb8JnNimJU/s1600-h/aloneInBed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348487118052426834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmkskVEhFI/AAAAAAAAACU/CFb8JnNimJU/s200/aloneInBed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duele.&lt;br /&gt;Aun me duele.&lt;br /&gt;No logro despojarme de este sentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;Amor, odio, rencor, aburrimiento, olvido,&lt;br /&gt;amargura, recuerdos tristes,&lt;br /&gt;este resentimiento que crece dia a dia,&lt;br /&gt;estas ganas de nunca haberte conocido&lt;br /&gt;este arrepentimiento de saber que arruine mi vida&lt;br /&gt;el si yo hubiera&lt;br /&gt;el ojala yo hubiera&lt;br /&gt;el y si tan solo yo hubiera ido en otra direccion completamente opuesta a ti&lt;br /&gt;el vivir sabiendo que me equivoque&lt;br /&gt;el vivir recordandote&lt;br /&gt;no puedo arrancarte de mi&lt;br /&gt;me odio por eso&lt;br /&gt;y te odio aun mas a ti&lt;br /&gt;trato&lt;br /&gt;he intentado tanto&lt;br /&gt;he huido&lt;br /&gt;de un lugar a otro&lt;br /&gt;de una cama a otra&lt;br /&gt;de un rincon de mi alma a otro&lt;br /&gt;busco olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;quisiera no pensarte mas&lt;br /&gt;maldigo el dia en que te conoci&lt;br /&gt;si tan solo yo&lt;br /&gt;si tan solo yo&lt;br /&gt;pero no fue asi&lt;br /&gt;te conoci&lt;br /&gt;te ame&lt;br /&gt;te perdi&lt;br /&gt;y todo se perdio en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;ya no recuerdo quien era&lt;br /&gt;quiero volver a ser la misma persona que fui antes de ti&lt;br /&gt;pero no se a donde se fue&lt;br /&gt;se ha ido&lt;br /&gt;se ha desvanecido&lt;br /&gt;he buscado en mi conciencia,&lt;br /&gt;he buscado en mi inconsciencia&lt;br /&gt;y en todos los rincones de la memoria&lt;br /&gt;pero no hay nada&lt;br /&gt;se ha ido&lt;br /&gt;porque se fue?&lt;br /&gt;quiero volver a ser yo&lt;br /&gt;la de antes&lt;br /&gt;la que todos querian&lt;br /&gt;la que yo queria&lt;br /&gt;me niego a aceptar que he muerto&lt;br /&gt;mori contigoy tu ni siquiera te das cuenta&lt;br /&gt;lo que es peor, no te importa&lt;br /&gt;ya no me reconozco&lt;br /&gt;no se si estoy despierta&lt;br /&gt;o estoy soñando&lt;br /&gt;nada de esto tiene sentido&lt;br /&gt;pero ya no puedo&lt;br /&gt;ya no quiero&lt;br /&gt;necesito despojarme de todo esto&lt;br /&gt;necesito despojarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;de mi idea de ti&lt;br /&gt;quiero dormir&lt;br /&gt;dormir&lt;br /&gt;eternamente&lt;br /&gt;dormir&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7412534207002060598?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7412534207002060598/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7412534207002060598&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7412534207002060598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7412534207002060598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiero-dormir-eternamente.html' title='QUIERO DORMIR ETERNAMENTE'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjmkskVEhFI/AAAAAAAAACU/CFb8JnNimJU/s72-c/aloneInBed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7447163721726842598</id><published>2009-06-11T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:29:31.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>We will be together again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjFrP3IgpUI/AAAAAAAAACM/iOl5jXjK6Ds/s1600-h/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346172152907343170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjFrP3IgpUI/AAAAAAAAACM/iOl5jXjK6Ds/s200/sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been remembering you and I notice how much I miss you and how much your departure has hurted me. I notice that I couldn´t have understood the fact that you are no longer here with me, I just hope that you have always known how much I loved you and how much I still love you. I imagine your dirty and inert body and I feel helpless trying to avoid the worms eating what remains of you. If I could remove the ground and take you out from there I would kill them one by one for their insolence. Then, I realize how absurd those thougths are, I hide my sadness, dry my tears, and smile for the time that I spent with you, and I know, someday those worms will eat my body and we will be together again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7447163721726842598?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7447163721726842598/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7447163721726842598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7447163721726842598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7447163721726842598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-will-be-together-again.html' title='We will be together again'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjFrP3IgpUI/AAAAAAAAACM/iOl5jXjK6Ds/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8532672027978803954</id><published>2009-06-11T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:29:43.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Volveremos a estar juntos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjFqJL2oc_I/AAAAAAAAACE/UEvmyQ9kkBQ/s1600-h/rosa+funebre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346170938698789874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjFqJL2oc_I/AAAAAAAAACE/UEvmyQ9kkBQ/s200/rosa+funebre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He estado acordandome de ti y me doy cuenta de lo mucho que te extraño y de lo mucho que me ha dolido tu partida.Me doy cuenta de que no he podido entender el que ya no estes aqui conmigo, solo espero que siempre hayas sabido lo mucho que te quize y lo mucho que te quiero. Imagino tu cuerpo sucio e inerte, y me encuentro impotente al no poder evitar que los gusanos terminen con lo poco que queda de ti. Si pudiera remover la tierra y sacarte de ahi los mataria uno a uno por su atrevimiento. Luego me doy cuenta de lo absurdo de mis pensamientos, escondo mi tristeza, seco mis lagrimasy sonrio por el tiempo que pase contigo, y se que algun dia esos gusanos comerán mi cuerpo y volveremos a estar juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8532672027978803954?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8532672027978803954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8532672027978803954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8532672027978803954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8532672027978803954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/volveremos-estar-juntos.html' title='Volveremos a estar juntos....'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/SjFqJL2oc_I/AAAAAAAAACE/UEvmyQ9kkBQ/s72-c/rosa+funebre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2603745554819205407</id><published>2009-06-11T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:35:10.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenida Magda</title><content type='html'>Hola a todos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nuevo aquí con una nueva integrante más para esta página  su nombre es Magda tiene unos poemas con un giro impresiónate en  el vivir del sentir y mucho de qué hablar, solo espero los disfruten tanto como yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como es costumbre le damos la bienvenida de nuestro staff que está creciendo poco a poco :D, sorry pero se me adelanto antes de darle la bienvenida pero no importa lo que importa es que ahora publica aquí :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magda: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tus letras causen esa sensación que uno siente al recordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/9032678834831630278-2603745554819205407?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2603745554819205407/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2603745554819205407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2603745554819205407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2603745554819205407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/bienvenida-magda.html' title='Bienvenida Magda'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-1137135833086017399</id><published>2009-06-10T03:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>My warmth, your fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si96EPYDXdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5fehvpdvpvE/s1600-h/lovers3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345625495977549266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si96EPYDXdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5fehvpdvpvE/s200/lovers3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lips, your kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my tongue, your neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my flavor, your aroma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my body, your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fingers, your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my warmth, your fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my naked chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your perfect body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your skin that caresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slides over my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my belly, your belly bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You own me, I own you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your lips, my kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your body, my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your tooth, my nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your warmth, my fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my naked chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your perfect body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your belly, my belly bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you pour, I come.&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/9032678834831630278-1137135833086017399?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1137135833086017399/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=1137135833086017399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1137135833086017399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1137135833086017399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-warmth-your-fire.html' title='My warmth, your fire'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si96EPYDXdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5fehvpdvpvE/s72-c/lovers3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-5365536144073920714</id><published>2009-06-10T03:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Mi calor, tu fuego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si9x2wnsjAI/AAAAAAAAABs/Huj0xOX0V4w/s1600-h/lovers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345616468290341890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si9x2wnsjAI/AAAAAAAAABs/Huj0xOX0V4w/s200/lovers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mis labios, tus besos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi lengua, tu cuello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi sabor, tu aroma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tus manos, mi cuerpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mis dedos, tu espalda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi calor, tu fuego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi pecho desnudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu cuerpo perfecto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu piel que acaricia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desliza en mi cuerpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi vientre, tu ombligo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me tienes, te tengo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tus labios, mis besos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mis manos, tu cuerpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tus dientes, mis uñas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu calor, mi fuego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi pecho desnudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu cuerpo perfecto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi vientre, tu ombligo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te viertes, me vengo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-5365536144073920714?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5365536144073920714/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=5365536144073920714&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/5365536144073920714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/5365536144073920714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-calor-tu-fuego.html' title='Mi calor, tu fuego'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si9x2wnsjAI/AAAAAAAAABs/Huj0xOX0V4w/s72-c/lovers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-891135624413623083</id><published>2009-06-09T21:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Y solo se, no siento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8cyRw8mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/-SYIkyZnOQk/s1600-h/soledades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345522932799805666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8cyRw8mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/-SYIkyZnOQk/s200/soledades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aislandome de emociones y sensaciones he agotado mis energias en nada, talvez me las robaron en sueños. Como puede un cuerpo seguir con vida cuando ha perdido los motivos, cuando talvez nunca los tuvo? Sé -y solo sé, no siento- como pasan los dias y no significan nada, no me roban una sonrisa o una lagrima. No se cuantos dias como estos me quedan, pero por fortuna se que no pueden venir peores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-891135624413623083?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/891135624413623083/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=891135624413623083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/891135624413623083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/891135624413623083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/y-solo-se-no-siento.html' title='Y solo se, no siento'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8cyRw8mOI/AAAAAAAAABk/-SYIkyZnOQk/s72-c/soledades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-104483906949213552</id><published>2009-06-09T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Gods of the forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8b5ybMZMI/AAAAAAAAABc/OHHcsNmefq0/s1600-h/soledad+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345521962314392770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8b5ybMZMI/AAAAAAAAABc/OHHcsNmefq0/s200/soledad+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems as if it was yesterday when I was with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my memory seizes upon the memories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but time doesn't forgive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that friend of the gods of the forgotten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have hidden our love between the shadows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-104483906949213552?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/104483906949213552/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=104483906949213552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/104483906949213552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/104483906949213552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/gods-of-forgotten_09.html' title='Gods of the forgotten'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8b5ybMZMI/AAAAAAAAABc/OHHcsNmefq0/s72-c/soledad+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6289174031881486163</id><published>2009-06-09T21:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Dioses del Olvido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8bsC2JURI/AAAAAAAAABU/-hKTijErw-g/s1600-h/soledad+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345521726204236050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8bsC2JURI/AAAAAAAAABU/-hKTijErw-g/s200/soledad+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal parece que ayer estuve contigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi memoria se aferra a los recuerdos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero el tiempo no perdona &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ese amigo de los dioses del olvido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha escondido nuestro amor entre las sombras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-6289174031881486163?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6289174031881486163/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6289174031881486163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6289174031881486163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6289174031881486163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/dioses-del-olvido_09.html' title='Dioses del Olvido'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8bsC2JURI/AAAAAAAAABU/-hKTijErw-g/s72-c/soledad+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7308098537906334048</id><published>2009-06-09T21:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8XJrkjKYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ykLBq7qcA10/s1600-h/Ice_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345516737794353538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8XJrkjKYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ykLBq7qcA10/s200/Ice_Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue, as cold, as dead, as your inert heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as your sharp lips, as your hurting words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the cold of your hands: freezing what they touch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the cold of your eyes that reflects your broken soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red, as your hands that wound with their caress that cuts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as these lips that bleed when they get in contact with your mouth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as my mistreated pride, as my flooded eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;red blood of the dead of a not consummated love.&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/9032678834831630278-7308098537906334048?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7308098537906334048/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7308098537906334048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7308098537906334048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7308098537906334048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/blue_09.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8XJrkjKYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ykLBq7qcA10/s72-c/Ice_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2988302987830539110</id><published>2009-06-09T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8U9oPgrWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qGy2qxMapxw/s1600-h/bloodyRose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345514331719118178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8U9oPgrWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qGy2qxMapxw/s200/bloodyRose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azúl, de frío, de muerte, de tu corazón inerte, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tus labios afilados, de tus palabras hirientes,&lt;br /&gt;como el frío de tus manos que congelan lo que tocan&lt;br /&gt;como el frío de tus ojos que reflejan tu alma rota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rojo, de tus manos que lastiman con tus caricias que cortan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de estos labios que me sangran al contacto con tu boca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de mi orgullo pisoteado, de mis ojos inhundados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roja sangre de la muerte de un amor no consumado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-2988302987830539110?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2988302987830539110/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2988302987830539110&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2988302987830539110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2988302987830539110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/azul_09.html' title='Azul'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8U9oPgrWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qGy2qxMapxw/s72-c/bloodyRose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-826425426533414128</id><published>2009-06-09T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8ZbK0UL8I/AAAAAAAAABE/LIleV0IGiS4/s1600-h/absence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345519237263011778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8ZbK0UL8I/AAAAAAAAABE/LIleV0IGiS4/s200/absence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day when you are missing, the reason to stay here is missing too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be with you every day, every hour and when it is not in that way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my soul misses you, my heart doesn't understand your absence and my heart yearns for your presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are back, I'm back too to my reason, to my existence, to you.&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/9032678834831630278-826425426533414128?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/826425426533414128/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=826425426533414128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/826425426533414128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/826425426533414128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8ZbK0UL8I/AAAAAAAAABE/LIleV0IGiS4/s72-c/absence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2994117262085942623</id><published>2009-06-09T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Ausencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8ZkAazp1I/AAAAAAAAABM/-Z6Wc3698n4/s1600-h/ausencia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345519389090490194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8ZkAazp1I/AAAAAAAAABM/-Z6Wc3698n4/s200/ausencia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8MfncEKXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K5FenLkea1c/s1600-h/ausencia.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El día que me faltas me faltan tambien las razones para seguir aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero estar contigo cada día, cada hora y cuando no es asi&lt;br /&gt;mi alma te extraña,mi razón no comprende tu ausencia, mi corazón aclama tu presencia.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando vuelves, vuelvo tambien a mi razon, a mi existir, a ti.&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/9032678834831630278-2994117262085942623?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2994117262085942623/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2994117262085942623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2994117262085942623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2994117262085942623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/ausencia.html' title='Ausencia'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8ZkAazp1I/AAAAAAAAABM/-Z6Wc3698n4/s72-c/ausencia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3969064452178783192</id><published>2009-06-09T17:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:51:20.848-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.M.C.M.'/><title type='text'>Cuerpo sin dueño, corazon de nadie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8PdZaGdpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j8KNdU3TQrE/s1600-h/angel+in+my+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345508280423052946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8PdZaGdpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j8KNdU3TQrE/s200/angel+in+my+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos a morir, estamos muriendo, yo ya me siento muerta,&lt;br /&gt;y aun en los infiernos te veré prostituir tu alma con satanás como testigo,&lt;br /&gt;cuerpo sin dueño, corazón de nadie.&lt;br /&gt;Fornicaré con satanás hasta que TE hartes de todas tus rameras,&lt;br /&gt;fornicaré contigo hasta que ME harte de tus rameras sino es que anteste cansas tu de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Me curaré de ti y nunca habrás existido.&lt;br /&gt;Te extrañare sin saberlo.&lt;br /&gt;Te desearé sin recordarte.&lt;br /&gt;Nos volveremos a encontrar sin sabernos conocidos.&lt;br /&gt;Te veré sediento y sin saber porque te dejaré saciarte con mi sangre hasta que puedas sentir una vez más a mi corazón morir.&lt;br /&gt;Renacerá tu alma ramera y me estrecharás con tanta fuerza entre tus brazos que seguiré siendo tuya.&lt;br /&gt;Fornicaré hasta el cansancio con satanás y con todos sus demonios en un vano intento de olvidarte pero siempre estaré pensando en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Nos dañaremos todo el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Te dejaré consumir mis energías y con las ultimas fuerzas que me queden te mataré para después morir.&lt;br /&gt;Enterrarán nuestra historia y nunca habremos existido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3969064452178783192?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3969064452178783192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3969064452178783192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3969064452178783192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3969064452178783192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/cuerpo-sin-dueno-corazon-de-nadie.html' title='Cuerpo sin dueño, corazon de nadie.'/><author><name>Gentle Lunatic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222801889816290461</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/_g2oK-h0Ek1o/Si8PdZaGdpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j8KNdU3TQrE/s72-c/angel+in+my+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-4117407081096738059</id><published>2009-06-02T10:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:42:48.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.J.M.B.'/><title type='text'>Cuando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SiVH9OT7NVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dQ4uPCNKmmM/s1600-h/pensandote.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 203px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SiVH9OT7NVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dQ4uPCNKmmM/s320/pensandote.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342755650084222290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cuando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pensé que tenía una luz encendida en mi vida nunca imagine que&lt;br /&gt;fuera un sol el que alumbraba mi cariño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pensé que tenia suficiente felicidad nunca pensé que se pudiera tener&lt;br /&gt;más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te imaginaba en mi vida nunca pensé que llegarás a cambiarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando entraste en mi vida nunca pensé que se podría amar y querer tanto a una&lt;br /&gt;persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te miro y veo en tus ojos… nunca pensé que la mirada podría expresar tanto&lt;br /&gt;Amor sin tener que decir palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora se que el enamorarse es increíblemente bueno y grande, dichoso y alegre, es&lt;br /&gt;néctar y es veneno, es un rayo de luna besando un corazón, es la flecha que causa la muerte y tiene&lt;br /&gt;el privilegio de la RESURECCIÓN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL CASTILLO SEGUIRÁ AHÍ...EN ALEMANIA, ESCOCIA, INGLATERRA Y FRANCIA PERO TÚ NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por:&lt;/span&gt; M.J.M.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Para: &lt;/span&gt;J.A.D.J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-4117407081096738059?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4117407081096738059/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=4117407081096738059&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4117407081096738059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4117407081096738059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/cuando.html' title='Cuando'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SiVH9OT7NVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dQ4uPCNKmmM/s72-c/pensandote.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8200290401069111943</id><published>2009-06-01T17:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:13:49.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.J.M.B.'/><title type='text'>Mi Felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SiSIO4zp3LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3JfDz-zQJUY/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SiSIO4zp3LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3JfDz-zQJUY/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342544847316835506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi Felicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo es muerto&lt;br /&gt;La vida es el pájaro que vuela hacia su destino&lt;br /&gt;El pez sigue flotando en su burbuja&lt;br /&gt;Y yo, yo no sé que decir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué es ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Es sentir su cuerpo dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;Es tocar sus labios junto a los míos&lt;br /&gt;Es escuchar los sonidos en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Es correr y nunca detenerse&lt;br /&gt;Es tapar el sol con un dedo en un dia soleado&lt;br /&gt;Es palpar el viento en mi cara junto a las alturas&lt;br /&gt;Es comer un helado de vainilla con pasas&lt;br /&gt;Es tomar un té con leche en el amanecer frío sobre las montañas&lt;br /&gt;Es nadar como sirena y que nadie no lo note&lt;br /&gt;Es ver en sus ojos lo que nadie percibe&lt;br /&gt;Es cerrar mi diario y quemarlo&lt;br /&gt;Es mirar a la gente y verlos ciegos&lt;br /&gt;Es mentirte a tí para que yo crea en mí. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Por: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;M.J.M.B.&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/9032678834831630278-8200290401069111943?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8200290401069111943/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8200290401069111943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8200290401069111943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8200290401069111943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/06/mi-felicidad.html' title='Mi Felicidad'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SiSIO4zp3LI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3JfDz-zQJUY/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6777450726126101945</id><published>2009-05-15T10:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:28:58.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.J.M.B.'/><title type='text'>Quizás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Sg2HIK9RWBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tChI9--rQKY/s1600-h/quizas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Sg2HIK9RWBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tChI9--rQKY/s320/quizas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336069707953952786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quizás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debería llorar cuando no te veo&lt;br /&gt;Debería sonreír, cuando no estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;Debería mirarte a los ojos cuando volteas&lt;br /&gt;Debería estar alegre cuando pasas&lt;br /&gt;Debería hablarte cuando hay oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;Debería tocar tus labios, pero sé que están sellados,&lt;br /&gt;Debería probar tú miel, pero solo soy un soldado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debería hablarte pero no me escuchas&lt;br /&gt;Debería perderte pero la noche es muy corta&lt;br /&gt;Debería olvidarte, pero la razón me lo impide&lt;br /&gt;Debería odiarte, pero mi corazón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lo sé, quizás&lt;br /&gt;Fue tu Mirada o Tú Sonrisa o Tal vez no soy tan cuerda como pensaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y estoy buscando una razón, para poder decir que no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que soy tan complicada, que ni siquiera yo me comprendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debería romper esta hoja, pero sé que no lo entenderías&lt;br /&gt;Debería dejar de escribir pero hay algo que me impide dejar de pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;Debería dejar de pensar en ti, pero hay algo más fuerte que dice que tú ya eres parte de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;M.J.M.B.&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/9032678834831630278-6777450726126101945?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6777450726126101945/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6777450726126101945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6777450726126101945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6777450726126101945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/05/quizas.html' title='Quizás'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Sg2HIK9RWBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tChI9--rQKY/s72-c/quizas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6704809113592221060</id><published>2009-04-27T19:26:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:14:54.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Un día de lluvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SfZYZLlNMnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pWMdTNfNlGg/s1600-h/dia_de_lluvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SfZYZLlNMnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pWMdTNfNlGg/s320/dia_de_lluvia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329544398668378738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día de lluvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me encontré la soledad  a un lado mío mientras llueve  afuera, yo me protejo aquí adentro en casa,  sentado en una silla de madera y frente a mí una mesa y sobre esta una vela, una foto tuya,  una hoja en blanco y mi mano sobre ella, sosteniendo una pluma  negra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que quisiera escribir un poema a tu ausencia, pero no puedo hoy mi mano tiembla.&lt;br /&gt;Por que quisiera  ver tu foto para no extrañarte de esta manera, pero en mis ojos solo lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Por que quisiera que el fuego de esta vela no se extinguiera, es lo único que me aleja del frio.&lt;br /&gt;Por que quisiera enviarte esta carta en blanco para que veas que me has dejado sin palabras.&lt;br /&gt;Porque  solo  quisiera salir a buscarte, pero hoy llueve afuera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de que no estás  conmigo,  lo único que me da aire es tu recuerdo y encontrar lo que perdí,  ¿será volver empezar para ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si alguna vez te preguntas ¿que  en donde me encuentro?, solo coloca tu mano sobre tu pecho  y respóndete a  ti misma  “en mi corazón”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por:&lt;/span&gt; C.A.H.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-6704809113592221060?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6704809113592221060/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6704809113592221060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6704809113592221060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6704809113592221060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-dia-de-lluvia.html' title='Un día de lluvia'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SfZYZLlNMnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pWMdTNfNlGg/s72-c/dia_de_lluvia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7848701606580287371</id><published>2009-04-02T23:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:33:44.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenida Monika</title><content type='html'>Hola, a aquellos que les gusta este blogger page :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo quiero darle la bienvenida a una escritora mas a esta pagina de poemas ella se llama Monika con "k" :P espero les gusten sus poemas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De parte del nuestro pequeño staff,  Bienvenida !!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tus palabras resuenen, no a oidos sordos, si no que lleguen al corazon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7848701606580287371?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7848701606580287371/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7848701606580287371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7848701606580287371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7848701606580287371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2009/04/bienvenida-monika.html' title='Bienvenida Monika'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-9198113308033339908</id><published>2008-10-21T22:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:19:00.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Entre tu y mi fantasía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP6zIxcHVvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2St5yvl2wIM/s1600-h/vacio+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP6zIxcHVvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2St5yvl2wIM/s320/vacio+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259838378106902258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entre tu y mi fantasía&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En medio del mar negro, dentro de su infinita soledad&lt;br /&gt;Que caer en las vastas e imperceptibles  profundidades&lt;br /&gt;No hay tiempo, para entrar en un abismo sombrío&lt;br /&gt;Ojala y pudiera dibujarlo a mi manera&lt;br /&gt;Por que soy primer actor de embrujos de descanso&lt;br /&gt;Acortemos estos que llamamos sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;Si he perdido el temor es por las pequeñas gotas de luz&lt;br /&gt;Encontradas en esquinas sombrías llenas de calma&lt;br /&gt;En este mi lugar donde dibujo figuras con mi mano&lt;br /&gt;Solo para regalarte mis dibujos soñados&lt;br /&gt;Es una lastima que solo sean marcados en aire&lt;br /&gt;Por que el viento no sopla a mi favor&lt;br /&gt;Espero  pronto salga de este mundo creado por fantasías perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Ojala y tomes mi mano para salir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por:&lt;/span&gt; C.A.H.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-9198113308033339908?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/9198113308033339908/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=9198113308033339908&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9198113308033339908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9198113308033339908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/10/entre-tu-y-mi-fantasa.html' title='Entre tu y mi fantasía'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP6zIxcHVvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2St5yvl2wIM/s72-c/vacio+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-25940396719095562</id><published>2008-09-22T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:25:16.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Por lo que has echo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SNcvP7H6qVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2T-T662P6Xs/s1600-h/gracias.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 76px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SNcvP7H6qVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2T-T662P6Xs/s320/gracias.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248715841339042130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por lo que has echo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias vida por estos momentos&lt;br /&gt;Que ya la lluvia no moja igual&lt;br /&gt;Que todo resulta bien&lt;br /&gt;Y la luz que aparece aun ritmo sin igual&lt;br /&gt;Acerquémonos para que gritemos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Que la tormenta paso&lt;br /&gt;Que desafiamos al pensar de lo no nuestro&lt;br /&gt;Y las sorpresas de cada secreto&lt;br /&gt;Salieron sin dejar misterios&lt;br /&gt;Y seguiré creyendo que eres un dulce amor&lt;br /&gt;Algo que no dejara de sentir este corazón&lt;br /&gt;Por que no es nada fácil olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Antes de dormir pienso en que me hacías sonreír&lt;br /&gt;Para no tener pesadillas que no quiero en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Si llevo grabado en el pecho "Acerquemonos para soñar"&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas maneras de decir mil cosas&lt;br /&gt;Pero a veces las mas simples, podrian ser las mas hermosas&lt;br /&gt;Por ahora solo digo gracias,vuelvo a dar un paso mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por:&lt;/span&gt; C.A.H.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-25940396719095562?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/25940396719095562/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=25940396719095562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/25940396719095562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/25940396719095562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-lo-que-has-echo.html' title='Por lo que has echo...'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SNcvP7H6qVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2T-T662P6Xs/s72-c/gracias.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-164973103501145327</id><published>2008-09-17T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:55:00.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Y como si no hubiera pasado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SNG0woF31aI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HGHTOgyNmTo/s1600-h/edificio2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SNG0woF31aI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HGHTOgyNmTo/s320/edificio2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247173788352107938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y como si no hubiera pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nuestra mirada jamas hubiera chocado&lt;br /&gt;No revivamos momentos soñados&lt;br /&gt;si nuestras manos jamas se hubieran tocado&lt;br /&gt;No extrañariamos este calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que recordaremos lo que es querer&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando reias yo te seguía&lt;br /&gt;Como soldados en marcha&lt;br /&gt;Y que mas podemos dar&lt;br /&gt;Si ya hemos sentido lo que es amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sentir nuestro cielo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando todo parece estar bien, algo falla&lt;br /&gt;Como si a pleno vuelvo cortaran nuestras alas&lt;br /&gt;Y en la caída solo se desvanecen nuestros sueños&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez sea una lección de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y guardo nuestros odios y miedos&lt;br /&gt;Para escudarnos en algo que no existe&lt;br /&gt;Y perder sin olvidar lo que existió&lt;br /&gt;Por que lo que piensan de ambos, no importo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podrías decirme ¿por que ahora el suelo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-164973103501145327?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/164973103501145327/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=164973103501145327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/164973103501145327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/164973103501145327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/09/y-como-si-no-hubiera-pasado.html' title='Y como si no hubiera pasado'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SNG0woF31aI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HGHTOgyNmTo/s72-c/edificio2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6234277571743281905</id><published>2008-06-15T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:22:56.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Detener mi vida para descansar en ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SFXMqmEkKWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FVW427guvUY/s1600-h/abrazo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SFXMqmEkKWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FVW427guvUY/s320/abrazo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212297175897483618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detener mi vida para descansar en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo hay un lugar a donde ir&lt;br /&gt;Donde perderme seria un descanso&lt;br /&gt;Y la imaginación no me transporta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitirlo no es nada fácil&lt;br /&gt;Pero estoy rodeado de presiones&lt;br /&gt;Solo busco sacar mi rostro y respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un sueño corto. ¡Solo a veces!&lt;br /&gt;Pero lleno de ideas y más ideas&lt;br /&gt;Que solo voltean más mi mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera disolver mi cuerpo con el viento&lt;br /&gt;Para volar de este lugar solo un momento&lt;br /&gt;Y encontrarte a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es aquel aroma el que me guiara&lt;br /&gt;Con su dulzura y su calma&lt;br /&gt;Por que no hay camino más hermoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que el poder pausar mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Detener todo mi tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Y descansar enredado entre tus brazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por:&lt;/span&gt; C.A.H.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-6234277571743281905?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6234277571743281905/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6234277571743281905&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6234277571743281905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6234277571743281905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/06/detener-mi-vida-para-descansar-en-ti.html' title='Detener mi vida para descansar en ti'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SFXMqmEkKWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FVW427guvUY/s72-c/abrazo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7551543398144856193</id><published>2008-03-20T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:17:28.150-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Toda la vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LOFaw-krI/AAAAAAAAACU/ycbLVLhNStw/s1600-h/27022008%28018%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179929113908908722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 236px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LOFaw-krI/AAAAAAAAACU/ycbLVLhNStw/s400/27022008%28018%29-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toda la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Labios de seda,&lt;br /&gt;Mirada de agua,&lt;br /&gt;Piel de miel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esas manos&lt;br /&gt;Que seguro, son más que manos,&lt;br /&gt;Por que trasladan,&lt;br /&gt;Y que sin querer me pierden&lt;br /&gt;¡Y hermoso perderme!&lt;br /&gt;Con tal que sean sus manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;Pequeña travesía&lt;br /&gt;Que aniquila,&lt;br /&gt;Y yo con miles de vidas,&lt;br /&gt;Que me hace más feliz todavía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Recoveco de su alma,&lt;br /&gt;Cofre de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Que lo guarda,&lt;br /&gt;Aun siendo la mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Por tus tiernas caricias,&lt;br /&gt;Por tu mirada tan fija,&lt;br /&gt;Hasta amo tus manías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te amo, por que lo haré toda la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&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/9032678834831630278-7551543398144856193?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7551543398144856193/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7551543398144856193&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7551543398144856193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7551543398144856193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/toda-la-vida.html' title='Toda la vida.'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LOFaw-krI/AAAAAAAAACU/ycbLVLhNStw/s72-c/27022008%28018%29-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7194337224079816911</id><published>2008-03-20T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:44:32.395-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Pensar en ti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LNjKw-kqI/AAAAAAAAACM/gEkwESlKEx0/s1600-h/Imagen+422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179928525498389154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 268px; height: 259px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LNjKw-kqI/AAAAAAAAACM/gEkwESlKEx0/s400/Imagen+422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pensar en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya es con maña,&lt;br /&gt;Que cada mañana,&lt;br /&gt;Lo primero que haga&lt;br /&gt;Sea pensar en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me quita el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Pero alarga el momento,&lt;br /&gt;Con tan solo el hecho,&lt;br /&gt;De volver a  pensar en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es mi costumbre,&lt;br /&gt;De los que nunca cansan,&lt;br /&gt;Por que me alarman,&lt;br /&gt;Si no estoy, pensando en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mi trabajo,&lt;br /&gt;De todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;Que hago sin descanso,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque este dormida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tonto aquel…&lt;br /&gt;Que piense por instante.&lt;br /&gt;Que de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Puede sacarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que yo siempre,&lt;br /&gt;Estaré pensando en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&lt;/span&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/9032678834831630278-7194337224079816911?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7194337224079816911/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7194337224079816911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7194337224079816911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7194337224079816911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/pensar-en-ti.html' title='Pensar en ti.'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LNjKw-kqI/AAAAAAAAACM/gEkwESlKEx0/s72-c/Imagen+422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8956740930390553040</id><published>2008-03-20T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:47:09.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Lejos de mi__</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LMMaw-kpI/AAAAAAAAACE/mlSL9x82iXg/s1600-h/Imagen+500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179927035144737426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LMMaw-kpI/AAAAAAAAACE/mlSL9x82iXg/s400/Imagen+500.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lejos de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero lejos de mí,&lt;br /&gt;Quizás así no podrás sufrir,&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero tan lejos,&lt;br /&gt;Ya podrás ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero distante,&lt;br /&gt;Para empezar a olvidarte,&lt;br /&gt;Y deje de sentirte,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no estés aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vete donde a mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Les cierren las puertas,&lt;br /&gt;Donde mis gritos,&lt;br /&gt;No retumben en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vete y así quizás te olvide,&lt;br /&gt;Ahí donde nadie me pueda oír.&lt;br /&gt;Donde no soy nadie,&lt;br /&gt;Donde puedo existir sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero lejos,&lt;br /&gt;Un pasito más de mi mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Dos más para estar más seguros,&lt;br /&gt;Que no volveré a quererte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero aquí y allá,&lt;br /&gt;Más allá que aquí,&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero en miles de formas,&lt;br /&gt;Solo en mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero lejos de mí,&lt;br /&gt;Para no recordarte,&lt;br /&gt;Que fui feliz a tu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque solo fue un instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero un rato más,&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero siempre,&lt;br /&gt;Pero mejor ya vete,&lt;br /&gt;Pues te quiero lejos de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&lt;/span&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/9032678834831630278-8956740930390553040?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8956740930390553040/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8956740930390553040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8956740930390553040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8956740930390553040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/lejos-de-mi.html' title='Lejos de mi__'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LMMaw-kpI/AAAAAAAAACE/mlSL9x82iXg/s72-c/Imagen+500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-5642456059274924120</id><published>2008-03-20T14:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:49:28.612-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Sin Ti _____</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LJxqw-koI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K20f3gkAWsg/s1600-h/Imagen+400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179924376559981186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 239px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LJxqw-koI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K20f3gkAWsg/s400/Imagen+400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no conocía el amor&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora te conozco a ti,&lt;br /&gt;No podía distinguir&lt;br /&gt;Lo que eres para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creía en que pudiera existir&lt;br /&gt;Tanto amor para dar,&lt;br /&gt;Mucho menos que existiera&lt;br /&gt;Tanto amor para recibir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no es que yo diga te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Solo digo que sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;Yo no puedo vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es que yo diga que me he enamorado,&lt;br /&gt;No es así, este equivocado,&lt;br /&gt;Pues yo tan solo quiero vivir,&lt;br /&gt;Con tus tantos dulces besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y antes, sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;Era simplemente vivir,&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez yo ni vivía,&lt;br /&gt;Y si vivía, no se como lo pude hacer sin ti. Sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&lt;/span&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/9032678834831630278-5642456059274924120?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/5642456059274924120/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=5642456059274924120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/5642456059274924120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/5642456059274924120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/sin-ti.html' title='Sin Ti _____'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R-LJxqw-koI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K20f3gkAWsg/s72-c/Imagen+400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7434251706160629891</id><published>2008-03-02T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:42:35.121-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Seguir soñando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R8uJj9uBtWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KBUSiKRZEL0/s1600-h/Alone%2Bin%2Bbed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 190px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R8uJj9uBtWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KBUSiKRZEL0/s320/Alone%2Bin%2Bbed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173379847921186146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seguir soñando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una  noche más de desvelo&lt;br /&gt;Mientras mis ganas se sientan en la cama&lt;br /&gt;Comenzando mis nuevos vicios&lt;br /&gt;Tomando vino a tu nombre y fumando pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Le hablo de tu hermosa alma a mi gato&lt;br /&gt;Por que no estoy solo, estoy con tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Y pensar que eres la mujer de mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Por que muero cuando vivo&lt;br /&gt;Y en  la realidad hay pesadillas  en mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;Un cuarto  con paredes que sofocando un anheló&lt;br /&gt;Bajo la vista  al suelo, como lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;La noche viaja con mis ganas de dormir&lt;br /&gt;Y  al llegar el día regresan cansadas&lt;br /&gt;Llenando mi cuerpo de vida amarga&lt;br /&gt;Y caigo al mundo perfecto&lt;br /&gt;Por  que vivo cuando duermo&lt;br /&gt;A un que sea de día y muy poco tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Me estoy cansando de que seas tu&lt;br /&gt;Mi ángel, mi descanso que vague cuando duermo&lt;br /&gt;Sal de mi mente, llega cuando este despierto&lt;br /&gt;Pero llega pronto&lt;br /&gt;O pude ser este&lt;br /&gt;El último sueño…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7434251706160629891?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7434251706160629891/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7434251706160629891&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7434251706160629891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7434251706160629891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/03/seguir-soando.html' title='Seguir soñando'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R8uJj9uBtWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KBUSiKRZEL0/s72-c/Alone%2Bin%2Bbed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3164427980000358386</id><published>2008-02-21T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:28:24.521-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Bajo el mismo cielo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R70YvUq8peI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dde6-8RLhtU/s1600-h/luna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R70YvUq8peI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dde6-8RLhtU/s320/luna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169315148572960226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bajo el mismo cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paso el tiempo pensando en ti&lt;br /&gt;Viviendo en sueños con los ojos abiertos&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera despertar de mi  realidad&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo así vive mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en cada noche que veo la luna brillar&lt;br /&gt;Se alcanzan a ver tus ojos reflejados&lt;br /&gt;Sintiendo que detienes mi  tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Con esa dulzura que me dibuja  una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y como olvidar cada una tus locuras&lt;br /&gt;Si a un rio cuando no hay nadie a mí alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Y tu tonta seguridad que contagiaba la valentía&lt;br /&gt;Que en todo lo que decías podía creer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A un que estamos bajo el mismo cielo&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos en un mundo tan pequeño&lt;br /&gt;Le murmuro a la luna deseándote buenos deseos&lt;br /&gt;Por tantas cosas que a un siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le fallamos al amor y dejamos sin refugio al corazón&lt;br /&gt;Nos quedamos donde todo comenzó&lt;br /&gt;Con vidas distantes y soledad para los dos&lt;br /&gt;Por si lees esto, es para ti mi amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño, Te amo y no entiendo por que termino…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3164427980000358386?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3164427980000358386/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3164427980000358386&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3164427980000358386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3164427980000358386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/02/bajo-el-mismo-cielo.html' title='Bajo el mismo cielo'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R70YvUq8peI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Dde6-8RLhtU/s72-c/luna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-9140699155321200235</id><published>2008-01-17T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:28:24.521-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Mis últimos pasos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R5A6gQhcnvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gQ7oHEucf8Y/s1600-h/pasos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 279px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R5A6gQhcnvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gQ7oHEucf8Y/s320/pasos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156685899204697842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mis últimos pasos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan débil cuerpo con poca vida&lt;br /&gt;Parecieran mis ojos cerrados&lt;br /&gt;Pero es mi mente nublada&lt;br /&gt;Y el apetito esta lleno de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pierdo cuando te pienso&lt;br /&gt;El sentimiento sale de mí&lt;br /&gt;Y mi boca oculta llanto&lt;br /&gt;A un que te lloro a lo lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que deseo a morir&lt;br /&gt;No es tu hermoso cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que quiero, dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;Es un palpitar a paso lento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón esta pegado en partes&lt;br /&gt;Por golpes de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Pero esta marcado por el tuyo&lt;br /&gt;Y cada pieza equivocada dice lo siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encuentro a tu lado a medias&lt;br /&gt;Contigo y tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Por que lo que pienso es un tormento&lt;br /&gt;Desde lo más sincero de mí, te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Y tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-9140699155321200235?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/9140699155321200235/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=9140699155321200235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9140699155321200235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9140699155321200235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/mis-ltimos-pasos.html' title='Mis últimos pasos'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R5A6gQhcnvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/gQ7oHEucf8Y/s72-c/pasos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3607768827300047848</id><published>2008-01-04T01:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:28:24.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Corazón enamorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R4HB6AhcnuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YJZ3KuNu0oU/s1600-h/Corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R4HB6AhcnuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YJZ3KuNu0oU/s320/Corazon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152612651005419234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corazón enamorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todo lo mío que es tuyo&lt;br /&gt;Todo  entregado a tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Tan vivido entre tus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Y acariciado por tus labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A un que sea un mal consuelo&lt;br /&gt;Tal  vez  ya no se enamore&lt;br /&gt;Y tal vez palpite más lento&lt;br /&gt;Por que ríe de un inmenso miedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cinismo tan sincero&lt;br /&gt;Por que este corazón sangrado&lt;br /&gt;No deja de tener dueño&lt;br /&gt;A un que caiga a lo suelos&lt;br /&gt;No muere por llevar tu nombre marcado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3607768827300047848?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3607768827300047848/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3607768827300047848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3607768827300047848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3607768827300047848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2008/01/corazn-enamorado.html' title='Corazón enamorado'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R4HB6AhcnuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YJZ3KuNu0oU/s72-c/Corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-1271027973940616414</id><published>2007-11-26T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:54:24.974-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Cuando la vida cambia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R0pqqsDycxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/n7uk4FIF85k/s1600-h/mar+de+noche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R0pqqsDycxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/n7uk4FIF85k/s320/mar+de+noche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137035606583571218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando la vida cambia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me encuentro envuelto en neblina&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantos caminos que es difícil decirlo&lt;br /&gt;Tengo en mi cabeza tantos consejos&lt;br /&gt;Y palabras de aliento que son sinceras y distintas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sera por que hoy en mi vida es un mal momento?&lt;br /&gt;O solo quede abandonado entre todo este mar de palabras&lt;br /&gt;Se muy bien que no estoy solo en este barco&lt;br /&gt;Estas tu a mi lado y  a un que no caminamos,  aquí seguimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú y yo defendiendo lo que queremos&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que hay lágrimas, pero no son por miedo&lt;br /&gt;Son para desahogar el sentimiento  cargado en  el pecho&lt;br /&gt;Y estas palabras son cortas, pero espero te llenen el alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que el apoyo más fuerte es tu hombro&lt;br /&gt;Por que las primeras palabras de ánimo, son  de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Por que tu mano me sujeta con tanta seguridad&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca me dejan navegar en soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando mi vida cambia es por que tu  me levantas,&lt;br /&gt;Por que a veces mi rumbo no es el correcto&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay sueños, más que una vida llena de anhelos&lt;br /&gt;Amor te  seré sincero, te necesito&lt;br /&gt;Para amarte siempre, por que eres lo único que quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-1271027973940616414?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1271027973940616414/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=1271027973940616414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1271027973940616414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1271027973940616414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/11/cuando-la-vida-cambia.html' title='Cuando la vida cambia'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/R0pqqsDycxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/n7uk4FIF85k/s72-c/mar+de+noche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-1646153199990639491</id><published>2007-11-25T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:42:27.408-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Yo tambien te extraño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R0oGJmXzrdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_o9pHMovBuI/s1600-h/1186602410_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R0oGJmXzrdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_o9pHMovBuI/s400/1186602410_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136925086958464466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo también te extraño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ni Dios lo puede creer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que desde hace poco,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni el olor de tu pelo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha llegado a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si hace tan poco tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estabas sentado a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando los dos solo éramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un par de enamorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si hace dos semanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres solo aquel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El que me hacia tan feliz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hacia tan feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora ni yo lo puedo creer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no estas conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien sabe con quien estas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si aun piensas en mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y me quieres,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero algo sucedió,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se que es lo que paso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo te necesito aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lo puedo creer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He llorando por ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojando una almohada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo pensando en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me siento tan sola,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala regresaras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ser más feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas por saber,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que necesito de ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tus abrazos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo regresa a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo también te extraño,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque no lo he dicho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te sigo amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-1646153199990639491?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1646153199990639491/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=1646153199990639491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1646153199990639491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1646153199990639491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/11/yo-tambien-te-extrao.html' title='Yo tambien te extraño'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/R0oGJmXzrdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_o9pHMovBuI/s72-c/1186602410_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7485102479768659070</id><published>2007-11-14T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:51:21.185-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Callé lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RzqjILE-BPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1nF0O5Ki8jg/s1600-h/calle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RzqjILE-BPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1nF0O5Ki8jg/s320/calle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132594086150014194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Callé lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quede sin  entenderte&lt;br /&gt;Dijiste cosas inimaginables&lt;br /&gt;Creía que me amabas&lt;br /&gt;Solo despacio te alejabas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruce mis manos y rogué por ti&lt;br /&gt;Entre cortada mis palabras brotaban&lt;br /&gt;Susurre “mi  amor vuelve”  varias veces…&lt;br /&gt;Por que no entendí que hice mal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dejaste con ganas de llorar&lt;br /&gt;Con el corazón destrozado&lt;br /&gt;Sin despedirme con un beso falso&lt;br /&gt;Y más de un sueño borrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaciaste mi corazón en segundos&lt;br /&gt;Y lo llenaste de llanto callado&lt;br /&gt;Dejaste solo en mí esa palabra &lt;br /&gt;Que acabo con mis ganas de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7485102479768659070?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7485102479768659070/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7485102479768659070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7485102479768659070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7485102479768659070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/11/calle-lagrimas.html' title='Callé lágrimas'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RzqjILE-BPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1nF0O5Ki8jg/s72-c/calle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8850173395024906313</id><published>2007-10-17T01:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:22:09.287-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Te extraño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RxWm4x2j9GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0chmDk0cgKI/s1600-h/teextra%C3%B1o.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RxWm4x2j9GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0chmDk0cgKI/s320/teextra%C3%B1o.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122183645588878434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace días estabas en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Hace pocos días me decías amor&lt;br /&gt;Y todo tornado de colores&lt;br /&gt;Como un buen día, ni frió ni calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñaste junto a mí grandes cosas&lt;br /&gt;Volviste realidad más de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Me enseñaste a vivir cada día&lt;br /&gt;Olvidamos este mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y fui tu apoyo todo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Fuiste mi guía en cada momento&lt;br /&gt;En ti hallaba paz mi alma&lt;br /&gt;En mi encontrabas consejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy mis brazos y mi pecho empolvados&lt;br /&gt;Por que ese lugar donde descansabas,&lt;br /&gt;Cerrabas los ojos y recostabas tu rostro,&lt;br /&gt;Nadie mas a descansado donde tu estabas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las palabras que me enamoraban&lt;br /&gt;A hora solo las escucho en mis recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Y flotan en ese mundo donde aun estas&lt;br /&gt;Y a cada momento pregunto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Volverás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por:  C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8850173395024906313?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8850173395024906313/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8850173395024906313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8850173395024906313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8850173395024906313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/10/te-extrao.html' title='Te extraño'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RxWm4x2j9GI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0chmDk0cgKI/s72-c/teextra%C3%B1o.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7183766774469428144</id><published>2007-10-17T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:22:33.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>A segundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RxWXcR2j9FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GRa2rqsZK7E/s1600-h/tiempo3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RxWXcR2j9FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GRa2rqsZK7E/s320/tiempo3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122166663288190034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco un espacio de sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;Y solo veo un cuarto vacio&lt;br /&gt;Volteo a todos lados buscando tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Y no hay nada con vida, ni yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apague mis ganas de vivir&lt;br /&gt;Sonrió solo por que sigo aquí&lt;br /&gt;No hay ya nada que decir&lt;br /&gt;Con todo callado y el espacio sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un segundo te pienso despacio&lt;br /&gt;Creyendo que es eterno el momento&lt;br /&gt;Lamentablemente solo es tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Pero duele  tanto que ya no siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivo  de recuerdos pasados&lt;br /&gt;Y mi vida muerta pasa a segundos&lt;br /&gt;Que ahora mis suspiros son fríos&lt;br /&gt;Dejándome con heridas profundas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7183766774469428144?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7183766774469428144/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7183766774469428144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7183766774469428144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7183766774469428144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/10/segundos.html' title='A segundos'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RxWXcR2j9FI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GRa2rqsZK7E/s72-c/tiempo3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-9125758492118643409</id><published>2007-09-30T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:22:33.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Vuelo perfecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RwB4PsBWOcI/AAAAAAAAADo/YlkBfuBw_so/s1600-h/vuelo+perfecto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 190px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RwB4PsBWOcI/AAAAAAAAADo/YlkBfuBw_so/s320/vuelo+perfecto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116221387603065282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vuelo perfecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero descansar en tus brazos  y reír de todas tus locuras, contarte mis derrotas y logros que he pasado por querer estar a tu lado, que tu me recibas con un beso en la mejilla y que todo esto pase cundo llegue volando a tu lugar, pero debo volar con cautela por que el viento es traicionero y esta lleno cosas inesperadas, tormentas tan fuertes que rompen las alas, lluvias tranquilas que pesan mi cuerpo y cansan mis alas, procurare emprender el vuelo cuando sea un día soleado para poder ver el horizonte de un hermoso lugar  y cuando hacienda sea una hermosa noche con brillantes estrellas y una luna que me permita con su resplandor vernos en una noche  obscura y recordar que el mejor vuelo no es el aquel que decido por llegar  es el aquel que decide el  tiempo por calmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-9125758492118643409?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/9125758492118643409/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=9125758492118643409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9125758492118643409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9125758492118643409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/09/vuelo-perfecto.html' title='Vuelo perfecto'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RwB4PsBWOcI/AAAAAAAAADo/YlkBfuBw_so/s72-c/vuelo+perfecto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2450448470687627541</id><published>2007-09-30T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:22:33.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Me caí de mi cielo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rv_pJsBWOaI/AAAAAAAAADY/lCYbFtDo_Xw/s1600-h/mi+cielo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 202px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rv_pJsBWOaI/AAAAAAAAADY/lCYbFtDo_Xw/s320/mi+cielo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116064054361078178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me caí de mi cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el tiempo  junto dos vidas&lt;br /&gt;Una con corazón adverso&lt;br /&gt;Otro con el destrozo de un tercero&lt;br /&gt;Tan atados como un buen  nudo&lt;br /&gt;Pero tan delgado como un hilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con un buen camino y a lo lejos un horrible sendero&lt;br /&gt;Sin ganas de levantarme con tan hermosas alas&lt;br /&gt;Volando con la cabeza en los suelos&lt;br /&gt;Y lo que me elevaba solo limpia lo que dejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo plumas en mí pasado de tan larga guerra&lt;br /&gt;Con mi fuerza que llega a perder la calma&lt;br /&gt;No derrame sangre solo lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Pero si marcas profundas con doloroso sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Termina mi vuelo y mi hermoso cielo&lt;br /&gt;Podía ver a  lo lejos un paraíso soñado&lt;br /&gt;Sin que el futuro marcara nuestro tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no importara el deseo de tenernos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruce mis manos ante tu retrato&lt;br /&gt;Por mi corazón caído bajo fuego&lt;br /&gt;Suspire varias veces demasiado intenso&lt;br /&gt;Agache mi cabeza y en silencio dije muero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-2450448470687627541?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2450448470687627541/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2450448470687627541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2450448470687627541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2450448470687627541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-ca-de-mi-cielo.html' title='Me caí de mi cielo'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rv_pJsBWOaI/AAAAAAAAADY/lCYbFtDo_Xw/s72-c/mi+cielo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8356708577042807206</id><published>2007-09-30T12:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:22:33.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Cura para el dolor de este amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rv_ipcBWOZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7iXMvcgddsY/s1600-h/pastilla1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 168px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rv_ipcBWOZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7iXMvcgddsY/s320/pastilla1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116056903240530322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Parte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (2/2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cura para el dolor de este amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te odio&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;por herirme de esta manera, pero te amo por hacerme sentir lo que nadie más ha hecho en &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mí. Como un ángel sin alas, así te voy a describir, por abrir el corazón y ha pesar de haber destrozado parte de mi, no encuentro rincón &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;donde esconder tanto amor marcado por detalles y poco de dulce tiempo junto a ti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te quiero por mostrarme un cambio in-imaginado lleno de sueños y fantasías. Y solo aquellas &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;promesas &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que aun que solo algunas sean solo cartas sin destino que vuelen por los cielos y desaparezcan en el horizonte, aun así esperare, por que te quiero.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pondré en tu boca sueños para que mastiques momentos pensados en los dos y cuando intentes pasarlos se atoren en tu garganta y no puedas responder a &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;unas solas cuantas palabras&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sinceras llenas de bondad con tanta sensación calidez.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tómame con tus manos para no caer, ábreme los ojos para poder ver, háblame de ti una vez más, déjame estar&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a un lado de tu lugar. Y si no estas moriré&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a tan lento palpitar por que los segundos son eternos y &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;solo con tu vida junto a la mía sanaran las heridas de este corazón. Esta enorme ilusión&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;continua, por que la cura para este dolor solo puede ser tu, mi amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8356708577042807206?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8356708577042807206/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8356708577042807206&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8356708577042807206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8356708577042807206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/09/cura-para-el-dolor-de-este-amor.html' title='Cura para el dolor de este amor'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rv_ipcBWOZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7iXMvcgddsY/s72-c/pastilla1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-4999765460212125619</id><published>2007-09-14T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:28:40.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Tus Ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RuriILU-BDI/AAAAAAAAABc/8g8lrmKGAi0/s1600-h/ojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110145357312820274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 212px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RuriILU-BDI/AAAAAAAAABc/8g8lrmKGAi0/s400/ojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Rureu7U-BCI/AAAAAAAAABU/7eLhow35Qak/s1600-h/4ZnfeI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El crepusculo de tus ojos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;igual al amanecer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no hay nada mejor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que poderlos ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verlos tan cerca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no dejarlos de mirar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no esquíves la mirada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no los voy a robar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poder verlos más lejos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;donde pueda identificar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que son los de mi amado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que son mios y de nadie mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El crepusculo de tus ojos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que jamas llegue a acabar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que siempre amanescan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que nunca anochesca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que no tengas que cerrarlos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para poder adorarlos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que tengas que mirarme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para poder amarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que no mueran tus ojos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para llevarlos siempre conmigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que si mueren tus ojos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo me ire con ellos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que entre mas me mires,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas podre amarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que si no te veo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo a ti te extrañaría.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que no muera el amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que no mueran tus ojos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que después de su muerte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tendre que irme con ellos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por:  C.F.L. &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/9032678834831630278-4999765460212125619?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4999765460212125619/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=4999765460212125619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4999765460212125619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4999765460212125619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/09/tus-ojos.html' title='Tus Ojos'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RuriILU-BDI/AAAAAAAAABc/8g8lrmKGAi0/s72-c/ojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-483318658717501433</id><published>2007-09-14T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:30:53.435-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Embriagame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RurQNLU-BBI/AAAAAAAAABM/jNDTxgN8hUA/s1600-h/AMARTE+CON+LOCURA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110125652002866194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 290px; height: 194px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RurQNLU-BBI/AAAAAAAAABM/jNDTxgN8hUA/s400/AMARTE+CON+LOCURA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Embriagame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero embriagarme con tu sudor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y has la noche eterna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que no exista más lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toma cada uno de mis sueños,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y hazlos tuyos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que cada uno toque tu deseo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que sean más tuyos que mios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi amor deseo cada uno de tus besos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y con cada uno de tu cuerpo embriagarme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hazme más loca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con un suspiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y robame el aliento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya es tuyo amor mio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embriagame y matame con tus manos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no dejes lugar a pensamientos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo a mis besos, solo a tu cuerpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embriaga mis labios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con tus dedos ¡Tambien tu boca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues amor tu tienes con que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentirme satisfecha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embriagame...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hasta la ultima gota,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no te detengas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no me des la cura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo quiero embriagarme con tu piel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saber quien eres, que nunca te iras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu haras mis noches eternas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;los días más frescos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;semanas muy bellas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;los años no pasaran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero por favor amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu tienes el toque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tienes eso y más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para embriagarme de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hazlo sin piedad,con ternura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y siente con cada beso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada mirada hace que siempre este embriagada de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-483318658717501433?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/483318658717501433/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=483318658717501433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/483318658717501433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/483318658717501433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/09/embriagame.html' title='Embriagame'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RurQNLU-BBI/AAAAAAAAABM/jNDTxgN8hUA/s72-c/AMARTE+CON+LOCURA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-168939741933939922</id><published>2007-09-14T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:28:40.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Con un Beso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RurGgLU-A_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3eQGki8tmss/s1600-h/1187673959_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 223px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RurGgLU-A_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3eQGki8tmss/s400/1187673959_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110114983304102898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con un Beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no creia en amantes,&lt;br /&gt;ni en las perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;de esos de que a veces&lt;br /&gt;dan una corta despedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiere con ilusiones,&lt;br /&gt;cuando se quiere&lt;br /&gt;y se es querida,&lt;br /&gt;con mas ganas todavia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que algún día,&lt;br /&gt;sin pensarlo,&lt;br /&gt;seas mas querida,&lt;br /&gt;más cada día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquellos los amantes,&lt;br /&gt;que dan una vida,&lt;br /&gt;después te la quitan,&lt;br /&gt;luego la reparan,&lt;br /&gt;al final se olvidan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se si aquel amante,&lt;br /&gt;solo me quiere a mi,&lt;br /&gt;solo la quiere a ella,&lt;br /&gt;si sabe a quien querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero se que me quiere,&lt;br /&gt;pues lo perdone,&lt;br /&gt;con una sola mirada,&lt;br /&gt;con un dulce beso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo creo en mi amante,&lt;br /&gt;sus salbavidas,&lt;br /&gt;es de aquellos que quieren,&lt;br /&gt;que te dan alegría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se que me lastimo,&lt;br /&gt;que cometió un gran error,&lt;br /&gt;que aun lo quiero,&lt;br /&gt;a pesar del dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que lo perdone por que lo extrañaría,&lt;br /&gt;aunque yo sin el viviría,&lt;br /&gt;por que se que el dolor sera alegría,&lt;br /&gt;mi larga alegría de tenerlo siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo siento dos sentimientos,&lt;br /&gt;esa noche el lo sabría,&lt;br /&gt;que con un beso, el trato terminaría,&lt;br /&gt;de quererlo toda mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-168939741933939922?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/168939741933939922/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=168939741933939922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/168939741933939922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/168939741933939922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/09/con-un-beso.html' title='Con un Beso'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RurGgLU-A_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3eQGki8tmss/s72-c/1187673959_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7599864825107395084</id><published>2007-08-23T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:23:25.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Cura para el dolor de este amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RvqMe8BWOYI/AAAAAAAAADI/ljnIkOuYdN4/s1600-h/para+el.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RvqMe8BWOYI/AAAAAAAAADI/ljnIkOuYdN4/s320/para+el.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114554789968361858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Parte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1/2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cura para el dolor de este amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferente a lo que quiero o he querido, todo lo que en mi queda  es caminar con cautela, por ti. Hay tantas cosas que he pensado en decir y solo callo por no lastimar tu pecho, ¿pero yo como salgo  sin marcas de ti?, si yo cumplo con lo que me pides y tu cumples con lo que te propones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si soy algo egoísta, por salir con soledad y conocer un mundo nuevo, es por que hoy quiero que sepas  que te amo mas que nunca, pero la situación esta dispuesta a la diversidad de esa sensación de el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo el tiempo me he vencido a tu palabras y he podido cumplir con tus expectativas para poderte hacer feliz y elevar tu corazón a los cielos ¿y el mío?, atado a un eslabón incierto que solo hace que prevalezca tu nombre en mi cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al fin me arme de valor  para abrir los ojos. Por lo que pasa entre los dos. Y precisamente en este momento encontré la cura para el amor y la voy a gritar a tu alma para que mis palabras enfríen tu cuerpo y sane mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7599864825107395084?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7599864825107395084/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7599864825107395084&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7599864825107395084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7599864825107395084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/cura-para-el-dolor-de-este-amor.html' title='Cura para el dolor de este amor'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RvqMe8BWOYI/AAAAAAAAADI/ljnIkOuYdN4/s72-c/para+el.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-556133862611012362</id><published>2007-08-22T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:23:25.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>La luna de día</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rs0UpAn7O_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/m1gtKpBsim0/s1600-h/moon_by_chicho21net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rs0UpAn7O_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/m1gtKpBsim0/s320/moon_by_chicho21net.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101756647655291890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna de día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que perdí la luna de mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;No quiero extrañar esos pasos&lt;br /&gt;Y  no esta donde debería estar&lt;br /&gt;Si salgo a buscar cada noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy te necesito&lt;br /&gt;¿Que camino sigo?&lt;br /&gt;Si todos me alejan&lt;br /&gt;¿Por que ninguno me acerca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pasan los días&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño cada vez más&lt;br /&gt;Me haces tanta falta&lt;br /&gt;Y esta luna que no brilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy extravié los pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Y en cada vacio no hay ideas&lt;br /&gt;Por que la luna perdió las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Y lo que más brillaba en la noche&lt;br /&gt;Cambio toda su vida, para poder vivir de día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro favor regresa a tu lugar&lt;br /&gt;No cambies la noche por el día&lt;br /&gt;Que mi tiempo no es igual&lt;br /&gt;Y las ganas de ver  las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Se perdieron una vez más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-556133862611012362?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/556133862611012362/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=556133862611012362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/556133862611012362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/556133862611012362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/la-luna-de-da.html' title='La luna de día'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rs0UpAn7O_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/m1gtKpBsim0/s72-c/moon_by_chicho21net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8138089801123404273</id><published>2007-08-22T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:23:25.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Sin fuego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rs0TtAn7O-I/AAAAAAAAACs/BTwFuFlSMeA/s1600-h/sin+fuego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 163px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rs0TtAn7O-I/AAAAAAAAACs/BTwFuFlSMeA/s320/sin+fuego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101755616863140834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que e perdido ese brillo&lt;br /&gt;Mi mirada no es lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;Tantas ganas de decirlo&lt;br /&gt;A tu lado y solo me quedo callado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late por ti mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos perdieron el fuego&lt;br /&gt;Pero juro que es en momentos&lt;br /&gt;A un que no creas muro por ti sin razón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez te suene algo tonto&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que estoy triste&lt;br /&gt;Pero no es por ti mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Es la estación que no deja arder al corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo momentos de desesperación&lt;br /&gt;No sabes cuantas lágrimas llenan mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Dame un poco de tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Compréndeme en este momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y déjame suspirar por tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Por que hoy, la mía esta cansada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por C.A.H.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8138089801123404273?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8138089801123404273/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8138089801123404273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8138089801123404273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8138089801123404273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/sin-fuego.html' title='Sin fuego'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rs0TtAn7O-I/AAAAAAAAACs/BTwFuFlSMeA/s72-c/sin+fuego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-1327937373977066924</id><published>2007-08-22T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:29:00.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Detalle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rs0SQwn7O9I/AAAAAAAAACk/pM1IgZfCN2E/s1600-h/detalle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 239px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rs0SQwn7O9I/AAAAAAAAACk/pM1IgZfCN2E/s320/detalle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101754032020208594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detalle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soy alguien en tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco soy un extraño&lt;br /&gt;No se que te gusta ver&lt;br /&gt;Ni Tampoco tú aroma preferido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se muchas cosas de ti&lt;br /&gt;Pero se todo sobre mi&lt;br /&gt;Si tu quieres&lt;br /&gt;Te contare mi vida con una mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si esto no te es suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Quédate conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Y te describiré tu futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no crees en estas palabras&lt;br /&gt;Solo voltea a verme&lt;br /&gt;Por que fue un detalle&lt;br /&gt;Para tenerte junto a mi unos segundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crear un eterno silencio&lt;br /&gt;Y poderte decir frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por C.A.H.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-1327937373977066924?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1327937373977066924/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=1327937373977066924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1327937373977066924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1327937373977066924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/detalle.html' title='Detalle'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rs0SQwn7O9I/AAAAAAAAACk/pM1IgZfCN2E/s72-c/detalle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2856830272960541980</id><published>2007-08-12T03:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:22:55.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Decirte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rr7H4fgxi2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/brTKnM6P-Cs/s1600-h/labios2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 171px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rr7H4fgxi2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/brTKnM6P-Cs/s320/labios2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097731601575545698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decirte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspire por  no tenerte entre mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Y esta sensación por que soy humano&lt;br /&gt;En verdad deseo con tanta pasión esos labios&lt;br /&gt;Si me descuidan tus ojos, te robare un beso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si me descuidan tus manos, tocare tu cintura&lt;br /&gt;Recostare mi cabeza en tu hombro&lt;br /&gt;Por que muero por decirte al oído que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Y tan extraña sensación de no querer callar esto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala mi voz susurre con dulzura en  tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Por que vivo para que escuches lo que digo&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de que todo lo digo  en silencio&lt;br /&gt;Y lo grito a lo mas profundo de tu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero decirte todo lo que estoy sintiendo&lt;br /&gt;Por que eres tú mi amor, mi amor soñado&lt;br /&gt;La persona que deseo que escuche mi latir&lt;br /&gt;Por que no hay  palabras más hermosas para decir&lt;br /&gt;Que te amo desde que  te vi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-2856830272960541980?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2856830272960541980/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2856830272960541980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2856830272960541980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2856830272960541980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/decirte.html' title='Decirte'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rr7H4fgxi2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/brTKnM6P-Cs/s72-c/labios2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3208981906776344195</id><published>2007-08-12T00:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:22:55.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Adiós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rr6hcfgxi1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kvg3wg7oIKY/s1600-h/adios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 278px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rr6hcfgxi1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kvg3wg7oIKY/s320/adios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097689339097353042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que ni  tanto amor...&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de todo lo hemos pasado&lt;br /&gt;Y   solo lágrimas me robas hoy&lt;br /&gt;Por que las sonrisas se han terminado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vez que más de una vez hemos dicho adiós&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora que todo ha llegado al final&lt;br /&gt;¡Míranos! somos ya un par de extraños&lt;br /&gt;Si volteo y estas tu, solo migajas de que algo ha pasado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me acompaña en esta vida, ¡Soledad!&lt;br /&gt;En un hermoso atardecer con tanto fuego y  lleno de vida&lt;br /&gt;Que solo evapora lo que queda de este cuerpo  marchito&lt;br /&gt;Y que ahora vaga por las calles por ser tan helado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo el  tiempo que me queden suspiros, pensare en ti&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que pueda volver ha armar de valor mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Para  el próximo encuentro de amor&lt;br /&gt;Y todo por tu tan inesperado adiós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3208981906776344195?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3208981906776344195/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3208981906776344195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3208981906776344195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3208981906776344195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/adis.html' title='Adiós'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/Rr6hcfgxi1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Kvg3wg7oIKY/s72-c/adios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6097178948072408598</id><published>2007-08-07T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:22:55.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Ángel de mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RrixdPgxi0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/smAYR-BqJSM/s1600-h/luna+angel+y+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 254px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RrixdPgxi0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/smAYR-BqJSM/s320/luna+angel+y+mar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096018094308035394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ángel de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas del otro lado del mundo&lt;br /&gt;A mi espalda&lt;br /&gt;Y a un así tu canto puedo escuchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que tus ojos me llenan de curiosidad&lt;br /&gt;Tu  sonrisa de felicidad&lt;br /&gt;Tu sinceridad de tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;Tus palabras de sabiduría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que me escuchas&lt;br /&gt;Por que me orientas&lt;br /&gt;Por que me piensas&lt;br /&gt;Por que solo tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú que no nadas en agua de sal&lt;br /&gt;Donde tu sol es calido&lt;br /&gt;Y tú arena tan fina&lt;br /&gt;Y un paraíso ese lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y donde vives&lt;br /&gt;Solo es dulce mar&lt;br /&gt;Gracias ángel  mío&lt;br /&gt;Que el reír, llorar no es en vano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que me as enseñado que donde nado&lt;br /&gt;Es solo dulce mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-6097178948072408598?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6097178948072408598/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6097178948072408598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6097178948072408598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6097178948072408598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/ngel-de-mar.html' title='Ángel de mar'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RrixdPgxi0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/smAYR-BqJSM/s72-c/luna+angel+y+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6749456021194281953</id><published>2007-08-04T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:22:54.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Abrázame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RrQlMfgxizI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RgggyiY7-5M/s1600-h/abrazoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 329px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RrQlMfgxizI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RgggyiY7-5M/s320/abrazoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094737975010495282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día de hoy que estoy ante tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Con mi voz entrecortada&lt;br /&gt;Hablando con tu  maldito orgullo&lt;br /&gt;Perdón que lo diga amor mío&lt;br /&gt;Pero fue  la última que  bese tus labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que borras nuestra historia&lt;br /&gt;Sin pensar en lo que daba&lt;br /&gt;¿Olvidas que el amor es lo que importa?&lt;br /&gt;Que todo lo que he construido es por ti&lt;br /&gt;Y solamente por ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo más remedio que alejarme&lt;br /&gt;Y empezar  aceptar esta vida de soledad&lt;br /&gt;Si algún día te vuelvo a ver,&lt;br /&gt;Que  sea en la siguiente…&lt;br /&gt;Por que hoy me lastima el saber lo que callabas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas estas marcas  que has dejado en mí&lt;br /&gt;Sanaran con lo que recete el tiempo y con un toque de  olvido&lt;br /&gt;Y para despedir a lo que ya no sientes por mí&lt;br /&gt;Solo déjame abrazar, lo que una vez fue mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-6749456021194281953?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6749456021194281953/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6749456021194281953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6749456021194281953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6749456021194281953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/abrzame.html' title='Abrázame'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/RrQlMfgxizI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RgggyiY7-5M/s72-c/abrazoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2896338813172036396</id><published>2007-08-03T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:08:05.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Sin Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RrN-m6ehfbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U7Jdfmaxt48/s1600-h/20060403181341-tguolp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 192px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RrN-m6ehfbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U7Jdfmaxt48/s400/20060403181341-tguolp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094554810483572146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no conocía el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora te conozco a ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No podía distinguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que eres para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creía en que pudiera existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto amor para dar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho menos que existiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto amor para recibir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no es que yo diga te amo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo digo que sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no puedo vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es que yo diga que me he enamorado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es así, estas equivocado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues yo tan solo quiero vivir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tus tantos dulces besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y antes, sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era simplemente vivir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez yo ni vivía,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si vivía, no se como lo pude hacer sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.F.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-2896338813172036396?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2896338813172036396/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2896338813172036396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2896338813172036396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2896338813172036396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/sin-ti.html' title='Sin Ti'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RrN-m6ehfbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U7Jdfmaxt48/s72-c/20060403181341-tguolp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3408984522766197386</id><published>2007-08-01T16:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:01:11.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Hoja en blanco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP64gxuh4tI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I3bhp1_AWaU/s1600-h/hojaenblancoft7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259844288059138770" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP64gxuh4tI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I3bhp1_AWaU/s320/hojaenblancoft7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hoja en blanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo esta hoja en blanco para que escribas junto a mí una historia, para que de tu puño y letra nos recuerden, a mí como la persona que vivió contigo y a ti la persona que fuiste a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que yo se que alguien, algún día, querrá saber de ti y de mi. Que esos relatos, estos cuentos y estas fantasías de como nos conocimos y como juntos terminamos nuestra vida, nunca sean olvidados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inmortalizados en papel, no para que el mundo nos recuerde por estar juntos, si no para que halla una historia que contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor no la dobles, que seria como doblar mi pecho, no la arrugues por que estarás maltratando mi corazón, no la tires por que será como negar lo que algún día vivimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora que te la e regalado, tu vida y la mía siempre tendrán un pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3408984522766197386?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3408984522766197386/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3408984522766197386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3408984522766197386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3408984522766197386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/hoja-en-blanco.html' title='Hoja en blanco'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP64gxuh4tI/AAAAAAAAAG0/I3bhp1_AWaU/s72-c/hojaenblancoft7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3819716607385702529</id><published>2007-08-01T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:21:40.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP64SopylEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DgXnBbIKlYM/s1600-h/nostalgia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP64SopylEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DgXnBbIKlYM/s320/nostalgia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259844045105173570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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;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-weight: bold;"&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que mi amor ya no es igual&lt;br /&gt;Si se desgasto con lo vivido&lt;br /&gt;Y que importa si lloro&lt;br /&gt;Si ahora besamos al enemigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te preguntas por que hablo por dos&lt;br /&gt;Por mis labios y mi corazón marchito&lt;br /&gt;Por que no tienen sabor los besos&lt;br /&gt;Y por lo que siento que se ha perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y  la bebida diaria, ¡lágrimas!&lt;br /&gt;Beberé con cuidado para no ahogarme&lt;br /&gt;Entre lo que digo y lo que lloro&lt;br /&gt;Palabras con sonrisas fingidas, ocultando la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me la pasó combatiendo a esta nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Besos al aire, que no llegas ni ha escuchar&lt;br /&gt;Que ya  mi llanto me consume por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Que mi batalla diaria es por tu despecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3819716607385702529?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3819716607385702529/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3819716607385702529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3819716607385702529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3819716607385702529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/08/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP64SopylEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DgXnBbIKlYM/s72-c/nostalgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3190466743993565980</id><published>2007-07-27T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:25:47.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Extrañándote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP65Q2uA7yI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6H_xPe16WKo/s1600-h/extra%C3%B1andote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP65Q2uA7yI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6H_xPe16WKo/s320/extra%C3%B1andote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259845114032877346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extrañándote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anhelo volver a verte&lt;br /&gt;Hacer a un lado a la soledad&lt;br /&gt;Tenerte en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Y con mis manos acariciar tu cabello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;Y en la dulzura de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Que al escuchar, cosquillea mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;E inundas mi vida de sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por los días que robas mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Y aquellos sueños inimaginados&lt;br /&gt;La única estrella  faltante en mi universo,&lt;br /&gt;La más brillante y más hermosa para mí corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es verdad lo que dicen&lt;br /&gt;Que mi mirada se pierde  entre todo&lt;br /&gt;A oídos sordos y mente en blanco&lt;br /&gt;Por la ausencia de tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te echo de menos amor mío&lt;br /&gt;No es lo mismo si no estas&lt;br /&gt;Tu lugar es junto a mi&lt;br /&gt;Donde ya no te extrañe más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3190466743993565980?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3190466743993565980/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3190466743993565980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3190466743993565980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3190466743993565980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/07/extrandote.html' title='Extrañándote'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP65Q2uA7yI/AAAAAAAAAHE/6H_xPe16WKo/s72-c/extra%C3%B1andote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8001050821867078969</id><published>2007-07-25T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:30:07.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.R.'/><title type='text'>Hay Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8QqxW3tAUjk/Rqe_hjSEvnI/AAAAAAAAABA/weutW_Og4xM/s1600-h/sol01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 224px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8QqxW3tAUjk/Rqe_hjSEvnI/AAAAAAAAABA/weutW_Og4xM/s320/sol01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091248486893272690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hay Momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay momentos junto a ti, en los cuales imagino que es posible Comprender el universo.&lt;br /&gt;y envuelto en tu mirada, caigo rendido casi atonito y en ese momento comprendo,&lt;br /&gt;Que imposible es el no poder dejar de pensar, en la dulce ternura que envuelbe tu belleza,&lt;br /&gt;eh imagino el poder susurrar a tu oido versos nuevos cada amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es posible sentir el palpitar del corazon, y sentir como los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;se hacen uno y se desmoronan a la vez al estar cerca de ti .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu esencia, o la majestuosidad de tu belleza,la que me envuelve con dulzura&lt;br /&gt;por completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguro estoy que aun no existen si quiera las palabras para decribir a un ser Tan Maravilloso&lt;br /&gt;y Tan Perfecto debido a que tu belleza sobrepasa todo entendimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son esos momentos los que mas anhelo y los que me llenan por completo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: P.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8001050821867078969?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8001050821867078969/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8001050821867078969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8001050821867078969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8001050821867078969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/07/hay-momentos.html' title='Hay Momentos'/><author><name>P.R</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_8QqxW3tAUjk/Rqe_hjSEvnI/AAAAAAAAABA/weutW_Og4xM/s72-c/sol01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-7846431003751088348</id><published>2007-07-24T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:24:19.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Un día pensando en ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP64350rF7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gm8P71dNWwQ/s1600-h/un+dia+pensando+en+ti.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP64350rF7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gm8P71dNWwQ/s320/un+dia+pensando+en+ti.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259844685369382834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un día pensando en ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto estoy sin estarlo, ¿sabes como es eso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la noche antes de dormir,  pensé en tu nombre y después en ti y me sorprendí de igual manera que tu, ¿Por qué te pienso tanto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apague las luces y al acostarme, de pronto dormido estaba, por que en mis sueños tu imagen y rostro vagaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al despertarme me di cuenta que sudaba! Sudaba frió, de ese calor que no provocas por que en mi cama a mi lado tu no estas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la mañana  apunto de levantarme, al abrir los ojos imagine que tu estabas aquí, y en verdad solo era un engaño de mis pensamientos, que no me deja estar solo un minuto mas sin pensarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la tarde al comenzar a salir el sol era como si iluminara tantos caminos para poder encontrarte, y no saber que rayo de luz seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el ocaso me avisa que termina el día, guardo silencio por sentir que tus pensamientos rodean mi imaginación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al llegar la noche, me pregunto como habrá sido tu día, ¿ha sido bueno?, ¿malo?, ¿habrás pensado en mi como yo en ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estar contigo sin estarlo es pensar en ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7846431003751088348?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/7846431003751088348/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=7846431003751088348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7846431003751088348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/7846431003751088348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-da-pensando-en-ti.html' title='Un día pensando en ti'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP64350rF7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Gm8P71dNWwQ/s72-c/un+dia+pensando+en+ti.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-9176414701305441722</id><published>2007-07-22T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:32:25.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Mi venganza para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi venganza para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor es de dos&lt;br /&gt;¿Y por que te marchaste?&lt;br /&gt;Que hago aquí sentado llorando&lt;br /&gt;Si ya paso y nada hará que regreses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi venganza para ti&lt;br /&gt;Ser mejor persona&lt;br /&gt;Sin decírtelo&lt;br /&gt;Sin hablar&lt;br /&gt;Sin odiarte&lt;br /&gt;Sin meterme en tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Sin pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo para que sientas&lt;br /&gt;Que ya me da igual&lt;br /&gt;Y que yo aun sigo de pie&lt;br /&gt;Y lo que perdiste,&lt;br /&gt;No fue una persona&lt;br /&gt;Es un ángel&lt;br /&gt;Que lo has dejado ir&lt;br /&gt;Y lo veras en los cielos volando&lt;br /&gt;Sin poder tocarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan alto me veras en los cielos,&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando te des cuenta de que yo existo de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Sea demasiado tarde…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi venganza para ti, ¡seré yo!&lt;br /&gt;El ángel que dejaste volar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-9176414701305441722?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/9176414701305441722/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=9176414701305441722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9176414701305441722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9176414701305441722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/07/mi-venganza-para-ti.html' title='Mi venganza para ti'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3174343031007257957</id><published>2007-07-20T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:19:28.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Triste libertad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP630P_YKDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WoriruFEsXE/s1600-h/carceljc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP630P_YKDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WoriruFEsXE/s320/carceljc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259843523088754738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;Triste libertad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo un lugar para sentirte&lt;br /&gt;Sentirte junto a mí&lt;br /&gt;Nuble mi camino&lt;br /&gt;Y no te puedo arrancar de  mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A un el sabor de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Que no se va, por que siento tus labios.&lt;br /&gt;Me quede con el aroma de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Y en mi vida, solo tu foto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caigo en la locura, hablándole al pecho&lt;br /&gt;Fortaleciéndolo con mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Para no dejarme caer&lt;br /&gt;Por que la vida es más dulce a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría olvidar en segundos tu rostro&lt;br /&gt;Pero jamás dejare de sentir tu amor en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Perdí a mi amor, por que no  entendió mi sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Me quede con la palabra en el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora, solo lectura para recordar&lt;br /&gt;Recordar que es mi cielo y mi infierno&lt;br /&gt;Por que para mi es  todo&lt;br /&gt;Todo  aquello que es lo único que quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3174343031007257957?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3174343031007257957/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3174343031007257957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-1289241874736424429</id><published>2007-07-18T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:33:07.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.I.H.M.'/><title type='text'>Estoy varado</title><content type='html'>Pequeña seductora, embriagas a los hombres&lt;br /&gt;con el perfume de tu exquisito aroma,&lt;br /&gt;el rocío que tiene cubierto mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;cautivo por ti y no me es posible salir,&lt;br /&gt;de esta mi prisión, tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres aquella la que es mi perdición y mi salvación.&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos como el vasto mar, donde quisiera extraviarme,&lt;br /&gt;ser un naufrago, quedándome varado en tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;recorriendo tu piel día y noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: J.I.H.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-1289241874736424429?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/1289241874736424429/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=1289241874736424429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1289241874736424429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/1289241874736424429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/07/varado.html' title='Estoy varado'/><author><name>J.I.H.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434882578685866849</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-9032678834831630278.post-3021460830974199456</id><published>2007-07-16T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:53:34.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenidos..</title><content type='html'>Hola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno pues  ni  e tenido la oportunidad de presentar a dos personas mas en el grupo,   espero nos acompañen un tiempo y pues su escritos que sean de su agrado  y  les llegue al corazón cada línea  marcada en este blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenidos!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•  P.R &lt;br /&gt;•  J.I.H.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, cambiando de tema, la pagina esta  dando muchos cambios por que a un no domino  el código con el que esta construida, espero no perder ningún detalle ni dato para poder hacer su visita a la pagina, como un descanso para el alma y desahogo para el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a todos los que se toman la molestia se dar un click en este blog =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo una mirada a cambio de un suspiro…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3021460830974199456?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3021460830974199456/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3021460830974199456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3021460830974199456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3021460830974199456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/07/bienvenidos.html' title='Bienvenidos..'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-38874749978503425</id><published>2007-07-15T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:33:07.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.I.H.M.'/><title type='text'>Sin titulo</title><content type='html'>Sin titulo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces por las noches admiro&lt;br /&gt;el cielo estrellado con todas sus luces&lt;br /&gt;encendidas siempre intermitentes, con su magnificencia&lt;br /&gt;cubriendo todo y la nada del vacío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juegos artificiales en lo&lt;br /&gt;mas remoto y olvidado del universo&lt;br /&gt;donde nuestros sentidos no toman forma&lt;br /&gt;y donde nuestra imaginación comienza a transformar&lt;br /&gt;las cosas, haciendo una nueva versión del universo,&lt;br /&gt;el propio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Por: J.I.H.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-38874749978503425?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/38874749978503425/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=38874749978503425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/38874749978503425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/38874749978503425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/07/sin-titulo.html' title='Sin titulo'/><author><name>J.I.H.M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13434882578685866849</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-9032678834831630278.post-7032727049668813541</id><published>2007-07-14T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:45:23.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP63bK7LZdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TdDkg38aLbk/s1600-h/natural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP63bK7LZdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TdDkg38aLbk/s320/natural.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259843092232234450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde se origina el palpitar&lt;br /&gt;Y llena mi cama de desvelos&lt;br /&gt;Por ser tu, la dueña de mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al sentir que te tengo&lt;br /&gt;La emoción  emerge desde adentro&lt;br /&gt;Por estar enamorado de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que no halla insomnio&lt;br /&gt;Y  conciliar un sueño pleno&lt;br /&gt;Dejar de pensar te y pensar en los dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mi corazón salga a relucir&lt;br /&gt;Y mis ojos brillen como el sol&lt;br /&gt;Para que tú guía sea mi pecho y mi luz tu camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tener para ti y para mí&lt;br /&gt;Un  lugar  donde sentir&lt;br /&gt;Este amor  tan natural para vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-7032727049668813541?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP63bK7LZdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TdDkg38aLbk/s72-c/natural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2905820568565298104</id><published>2007-07-05T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:30:30.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Duele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Ro3EYM2DJ0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/M6N8S0neIvM/s1600-h/Imagen+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083935474414987074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Ro3EYM2DJ0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/M6N8S0neIvM/s400/Imagen+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dura decisión&lt;br /&gt;Cuando hay que hacerlo por dos&lt;br /&gt;Y auque con muy poco dolor&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tenga que decir Adiós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay nada a tu favor&lt;br /&gt;Cortesía, te hubiera ido mejor,&lt;br /&gt;Por que aunque dices que dolió,&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro sabes que ya termino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a querer mejor,&lt;br /&gt;Y piensa por favor,&lt;br /&gt;Pues en esta vida&lt;br /&gt;Y eres el perdedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No temas por mi rencor,&lt;br /&gt;No te causara más dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Y yo se que te duele, te duele aceptar tu error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más lazos caídos&lt;br /&gt;¿Que hice yo?&lt;br /&gt;Perdono lo pasado,&lt;br /&gt;Pero quien me pide perdón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&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/9032678834831630278-2905820568565298104?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2905820568565298104/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2905820568565298104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2905820568565298104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2905820568565298104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/07/duele-dura-decisin-cuando-hay-que.html' title='Duele'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Ro3EYM2DJ0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/M6N8S0neIvM/s72-c/Imagen+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6989546128646749954</id><published>2007-06-30T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:30:07.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.R.'/><title type='text'>Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8QqxW3tAUjk/RoaRYlMujvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5n_amTsSDOA/s1600-h/ella2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8QqxW3tAUjk/RoaRYlMujvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5n_amTsSDOA/s320/ella2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081909081022566130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera describirla creo que seria algo semejante a:&lt;br /&gt;La Hermosura de Una bella noche rodeada de Estrellas&lt;br /&gt;La simpatia que transmite la hace poseedora de una&lt;br /&gt;perfecta esencia, aunque es desconocida su presencia&lt;br /&gt;no hace falta, para que sin pensarlo haga vibrar tu ser&lt;br /&gt;y robe por completo tu atencion y se adueñe de ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus labios (Simplemente me Encantan).&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que son como dulce y delicada miel&lt;br /&gt;la cual no empalaga si no al contrario deseas que nunca termine&lt;br /&gt;para no despejar nunca tus labios de los de ella.&lt;br /&gt;casi puedo imaginar su tersa piel, delicada como la seda&lt;br /&gt;y suve como los petalos de una flor tan bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque cada una de estas palabras solo son guiadas&lt;br /&gt;por un pequeño pedacito de lo que ella representa,&lt;br /&gt;es imposible que no dejes de pensar en poder conocer mas de Ella.&lt;br /&gt;y que seas cautivado por tan majestuoso Ser como lo es Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto es tan solo lo una pequeña parte de lo que ella a convertido&lt;br /&gt;en una fuente de inspiracion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero algun dia poder tener el Privilegio de Conocerle a Ella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: P.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-6989546128646749954?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6989546128646749954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6989546128646749954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6989546128646749954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6989546128646749954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ella.html' title='Ella'/><author><name>P.R</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_8QqxW3tAUjk/RoaRYlMujvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5n_amTsSDOA/s72-c/ella2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-3180346929586196746</id><published>2007-06-28T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:16:38.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Nuestro silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP63G7yP8mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CqPUOGcfc-8/s1600-h/nuestro+silencio.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP63G7yP8mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CqPUOGcfc-8/s320/nuestro+silencio.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259842744570868322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;Nuestro silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me callo y tú no hablas&lt;br /&gt;Lo pienso y no lo digo&lt;br /&gt;Con un vació enorme&lt;br /&gt;Todo lleno de ese silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada fija en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y te respondo con una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;No entendemos ese idioma&lt;br /&gt;Aquel  idioma del  silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que paraíso tan callado&lt;br /&gt;El viento tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;Clima perfecto&lt;br /&gt;Y la luna radiante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo tan distinto&lt;br /&gt;Donde solo tu y yo&lt;br /&gt;Todo tan perfecto&lt;br /&gt;Me amas, te amo y no hablamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-3180346929586196746?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/3180346929586196746/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=3180346929586196746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3180346929586196746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/3180346929586196746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/nuestro-silencio.html' title='Nuestro silencio'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP63G7yP8mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CqPUOGcfc-8/s72-c/nuestro+silencio.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2669674070153267694</id><published>2007-06-24T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:13:49.529-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Tuyo y mío</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP62ctVreGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EgSXi4IR66M/s1600-h/tuyo+y+mio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP62ctVreGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EgSXi4IR66M/s320/tuyo+y+mio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259842019138435170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuyo y mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me lo escribes es poesía&lt;br /&gt;Por tus palabras dulces y tranquilas&lt;br /&gt;Que al escuchar, me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;Eso que te pertenece y no entiendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provocas tanta calma en mí cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Por lo que sientes y siento&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero a mi  lado, dos vidas&lt;br /&gt;Y  que me acompañes en mi camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todo lo vivido&lt;br /&gt;Y por aquello que nos falta&lt;br /&gt;Sin importar lo pasado&lt;br /&gt;Por que hoy es tuyo y mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan frágil como el cristal&lt;br /&gt;Tan intenso como el sol&lt;br /&gt;La corta distancia  entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;Y te acercas para moldear mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan extraña y hermosa sensación&lt;br /&gt;Que dobla mis ideas&lt;br /&gt;Ya no domina la razón&lt;br /&gt;Será por que solo tuyo y mío es este amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-2669674070153267694?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/2669674070153267694/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=2669674070153267694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2669674070153267694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/2669674070153267694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/tuyo-y-mo_24.html' title='Tuyo y mío'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP62ctVreGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EgSXi4IR66M/s72-c/tuyo+y+mio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-4757694089973451104</id><published>2007-06-22T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:30:30.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Tuya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Rnw7-DrNF0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/13TP1BX7rJA/s1600-h/Imagen+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079000417091524418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Rnw7-DrNF0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/13TP1BX7rJA/s400/Imagen+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que mi cuerpo sea victima de tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Y que los poros de tu piel sean mi alimento.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero beberme todas tus esencias&lt;br /&gt;Hasta calmar mí sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te entregare sin condiciones mi pasión y mi locura&lt;br /&gt;Para que tú dispongas de la cura.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero la noche eterna,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que el día no exista&lt;br /&gt;Para estar entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Y hundirme en tus caricias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero un beso tan profundo&lt;br /&gt;Que no deje lugar a dudas&lt;br /&gt;Y abrazarte fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;Para que no puedas escapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que la noche no muera,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que seas eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que no sea un momento&lt;br /&gt;Y que ser tuya también sea eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&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/9032678834831630278-4757694089973451104?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/4757694089973451104/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=4757694089973451104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4757694089973451104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/4757694089973451104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/tuya-quiero-que-mi-cuerpo-sea-victima.html' title='Tuya'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Rnw7-DrNF0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/13TP1BX7rJA/s72-c/Imagen+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-189655986536827610</id><published>2007-06-19T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:15:19.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>¿A que me sabe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP62zH8OCPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ENFhxMzNP4s/s1600-h/a+que+me+sabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP62zH8OCPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ENFhxMzNP4s/s320/a+que+me+sabe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259842404236527858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿A qué me sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay un solo día&lt;br /&gt;En que deje de pensar&lt;br /&gt;¿Y como olvidar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me sabe a vacío&lt;br /&gt;Lleno de lágrimas y tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Donde existen besos que vuelan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no seguirlos?&lt;br /&gt;Al menos no habría soledad&lt;br /&gt;Y el desenfreno, si falta tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es dulce ni amargo&lt;br /&gt;No es tuyo ni mío&lt;br /&gt;Entonces para que lo bebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo pido que me vean tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que jamás los cierres&lt;br /&gt;Y escuches mi suspiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que te des cuenta&lt;br /&gt;¿A qué me sabe?&lt;br /&gt;Un beso enamorado a la mitad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-189655986536827610?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/189655986536827610/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=189655986536827610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/189655986536827610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/189655986536827610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/que-me-sabe.html' title='¿A que me sabe?'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kAN3G-dvMtk/SP62zH8OCPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ENFhxMzNP4s/s72-c/a+que+me+sabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-9075497798363547992</id><published>2007-06-18T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:31:22.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>A ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RndNyzrNFzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2B1MFUs-fBY/s1600-h/1174325081_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077612640143742770" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 261px; height: 229px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RndNyzrNFzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2B1MFUs-fBY/s400/1174325081_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amare con estas manos que aquí ves.&lt;br /&gt;Te amare con estos ojos que te ven y&lt;br /&gt;Con este corazón que aunque no lo ves,&lt;br /&gt;Se muy bien que lo sientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amare si me das el gusto de hacerlo,&lt;br /&gt;Te amare si tu estas dispuesto ha hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Te amare aunque sea ya cansada,&lt;br /&gt;Te amare por instantes, de esos instantes que son eternos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amare por que quizás algún día&lt;br /&gt;Llegue en verdad ha hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Te amare por que ya no ajusta un te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amare a ti&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no existe remedio.&lt;br /&gt;Te amare por que a ti es quien quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Te amare, por que quizás aun no lo siento,&lt;br /&gt;Pero algún día lo haré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-9075497798363547992?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/9075497798363547992/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=9075497798363547992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9075497798363547992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/9075497798363547992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ti-te-amare-con-estas-manos-que-aqu-ves.html' title='A ti'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/RndNyzrNFzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2B1MFUs-fBY/s72-c/1174325081_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-979323507823444320</id><published>2007-05-22T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:33:46.051-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Ayer y ¿hoy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como todo tiene un fin excepto ese gran sentimiento que es compañero para toda la vida…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Días como ayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Días como ese ninguno&lt;br /&gt;Donde tu sonrisa amanecía&lt;br /&gt;Por estar a lado mío&lt;br /&gt;Por decir cosas tontas y reír&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No por ser un juego&lt;br /&gt;Solo un no un pasado&lt;br /&gt;Que no tenía tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Que nada se movía&lt;br /&gt;Todo en su lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy muere la sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Al nublar vista&lt;br /&gt;Perder el camino&lt;br /&gt;Olvide hasta  mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;Quise encontrar otro lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y lo único que hay es soledad&lt;br /&gt;Cada encuentro un poco mas&lt;br /&gt;Grito y no me escuchaste&lt;br /&gt;Y bajo el mismo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde por última vez&lt;br /&gt;Sentí tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora esta el hoy&lt;br /&gt;Donde ayer estaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que el perder tu amor&lt;br /&gt;No pensé que seria lo que encontrara&lt;br /&gt;Hoy la soledad&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ayer tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" 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href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/05/ayer-y-hoy.html' title='Ayer y ¿hoy?'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-6335563711520233833</id><published>2007-05-19T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:26:23.676-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.A.H.D.'/><title type='text'>Que recuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var message="Boton derecho deshabilitado."; &lt;br /&gt;function click(e) {&lt;br /&gt;if (document.all) {&lt;br /&gt;if (event.button == 2) {&lt;br /&gt;alert(message);&lt;br /&gt;return false;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;if (document.layers) {&lt;br /&gt;if (e.which == 3) {&lt;br /&gt;alert(message);&lt;br /&gt;return false;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;if (document.layers) {&lt;br /&gt;document.captureEvents(Event.MOUSEDOWN);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;document.onmousedown=click;&lt;br /&gt;// --&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Un enfoque diferente =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los pasados están un poco tristes este cambia la perspectiva de que no siempre llueve en un día nublado :)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero les guste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscuro rincón en penumbra&lt;br /&gt;Maldito momento&lt;br /&gt;Conté cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;No olvido los segundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ese tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Cada imagen como destello&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora que lo pienso&lt;br /&gt;¡¡¡Te odio!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que ya no estas&lt;br /&gt;Por que te deje atrás&lt;br /&gt;Inolvidable tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por que termino?&lt;br /&gt;Ese hermoso beso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif" alt="" 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href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/6335563711520233833/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=6335563711520233833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6335563711520233833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/6335563711520233833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/05/que-recuerdo-oscuro-rincn-en-penumbra.html' title='Que recuerdo'/><author><name>C.A.H.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08869660420223478755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1220/vacaciones047ah3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-8455936375783048650</id><published>2007-05-18T17:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:30:30.366-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.F.L.'/><title type='text'>Dos vidas</title><content type='html'>Esa Foto la tome yo en unas vacaciones en Puerto Arista( Arriaga, Chiapas). Algo chueca la foto pero me gusta mucho. otro escrito, por que veo que carlos ya subio otro y va por el tercero y yo no paso de uno. gracias a todos los que pasan y se toman la molestia de leerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Rk4rep8tfXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ro8NWB6X0OY/s1600-h/Imagen+1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066034436494949746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Rk4rep8tfXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ro8NWB6X0OY/s320/Imagen+1089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;" face="lucida grande"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero para toda la vida&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro ahora,&lt;br /&gt;Mi deseo de cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Instante que nunca acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero mis noches infinitas&lt;br /&gt;Por que infinito es mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;Por que mi amor eres tú,&lt;br /&gt;Tu de aquí a los mares, de aquí al sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres lo que jamás pedí,&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sin querer se quiere&lt;br /&gt;Lo que cuando se quiere,&lt;br /&gt;No se puede dejar ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero para mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;Presenten en mis desvelos,&lt;br /&gt;Para que cada vez que mire al cielo,&lt;br /&gt;Pueda gritarte miles de veces, te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero para dos vidas,&lt;br /&gt;Para adorarte todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;Para no tener que buscar excusa&lt;br /&gt;Y así besar cada una de tus dudas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te quiero por siempre,&lt;br /&gt;En este vida y la que viene,&lt;br /&gt;Por que si soy eterna,&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, tú también lo serás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no te miento,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando miro al suelo,&lt;br /&gt;Escuchas de mi un&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no miento,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando con mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Lees indiscreto,&lt;br /&gt;Que te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque sea para esta vida,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no fueran todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;Y si fuera solo de día,&lt;br /&gt;Yo así te querría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero para dos vidas,&lt;br /&gt;Parta decirte te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;Sin que tú antes me lo digas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero para toda la vida,&lt;br /&gt;Mi pedazo de alegría,&lt;br /&gt;Y así hacer cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;Una dulce fantasía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.F.L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9032678834831630278-8455936375783048650?l=pensarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/feeds/8455936375783048650/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9032678834831630278&amp;postID=8455936375783048650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8455936375783048650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9032678834831630278/posts/default/8455936375783048650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarlo.blogspot.com/2007/05/esa-foto-la-tome-yo-unas-vacaciones-en.html' title='Dos vidas'/><author><name>C.F.L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03016748033566309710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/5383/caroooooooooods2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QWInV9-cVQA/Rk4rep8tfXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ro8NWB6X0OY/s72-c/Imagen+1089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9032678834831630278.post-2659460767943485444</id><published>2007-05-14T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:32:49.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Por esa ultima palabra en la boca</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aqui les dejo este otro que en lo personal a mi me parece muy cierto y es de los que mas me gusta =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por que después de tanto silencio solo con un suspiro decimos…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Murmure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con todo este sentimiento perdido&lt;br /&gt;Y mi vida en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;En el basto atardecer&lt;br /&gt;Con los ojos cerrados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos sin palabras dulces&lt;br /&gt;Congelando tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Apagando la llama del mío&lt;br /&gt;Matando mí esperanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el olvido de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Me arrincono a esperarlo&lt;br /&gt;Por la indecisión de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Sin palabras de consuelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No encuentro aliento&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas que llenan mi boca&lt;br /&gt;Solo nudos en la garganta&lt;br /&gt;Distancia que no se acorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde tú me dabas vida&lt;br /&gt;Yo vivía donde tu estabas&lt;br /&gt;Entre tanta soledad&lt;br /&gt;Murmure tu nombre solo una vez más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por: C.A.H.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/9607/103pa3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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