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Por:LõRع∂ Br¡TÕ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8640508353991788645</id><published>2010-11-07T18:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:35:01.369-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>Alex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TOq2DGAkKGI/AAAAAAAABbc/Sg9kB2PoTig/s1600/carlos+alexander.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Podrá llegar el último día de mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y eso no seria motivo para dejar de sentir lo que siento por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Más allá de la eternidad seguiría amándote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seguiría pensando en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me olvidaría que existe el silencio…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Para gritarle al&lt;span style="font-size:0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mundo entero que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que te quiero en mi vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quiero compartir contigo todo lo que soy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Todos mis sueños… todas mis fantasías.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Se que tu mirada no tiene comparación &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que en todo momento la contemplaría, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y le hablo de tus besos a mi anhelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Porque cierro los ojos y te siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No hay poema de sabines, ni de buesa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que hablen del amor infinito que siento por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ni pintura que enmarque lo bello de tus ojos color gris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No hay melodía que le llegue a la dulzura de tu voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y en las noches le pido a Dios por ti, amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eres cada latido de mi corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cada suspiro de mi alma…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eres un regalo del cielo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eres mi inspiración, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La sangre que corre por mis venas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eres mi todo… mi gran amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8640508353991788645?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8640508353991788645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8640508353991788645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8640508353991788645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Alex'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-4016825701400289414</id><published>2010-11-07T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:43:07.902-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>NosTaLgiA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNccKVx9ryI/AAAAAAAABbM/P_Jk-L9LSmk/s1600/love,holding,hands,boy,couple,girl,hands-48b5906a1939d919afcf9c79111e9227_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536925230846291746" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 213px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNccKVx9ryI/AAAAAAAABbM/P_Jk-L9LSmk/s320/love,holding,hands,boy,couple,girl,hands-48b5906a1939d919afcf9c79111e9227_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hoy siento la distancia muy muy lejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y el silencio me dice que se va el tiempo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;veo parejas felices, y me imagino así contigo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;veo que se besan, y se, que algún día eso haré contigo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Tomados de la mano caminando juntitos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y a cada momento un TE AMO, al oído...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;te necesito... no sabes, cuanto te necesito...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;me haces falta amor, aquí, en mis brazos hoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Veo la lluvia caer pensando en noches mágicas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y es el anhelo en medio de tantas lágrimas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;siento el dolor en mis letras...en la música que escucho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y detrás de las nubes, veo el sol iluminando mi mundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Miro en mis ojos, un dejo de tristeza...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;un nudo en la garganta,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;donde se ahogan mis penas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;La fuerza de mis rimas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;cada vez, se vienen a bajo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y con el maquillaje trato de ocultar,lo que me esta acabando.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Te quiero mucho... te necesito...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;me haces falta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sin ti, la vida no es nada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/6141742437574762879-4016825701400289414?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4016825701400289414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4016825701400289414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4016825701400289414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/nostalgia.html' title='NosTaLgiA'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNccKVx9ryI/AAAAAAAABbM/P_Jk-L9LSmk/s72-c/love,holding,hands,boy,couple,girl,hands-48b5906a1939d919afcf9c79111e9227_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-2857371156949652996</id><published>2010-11-06T23:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:20:14.826-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>Frase 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;AnOche vi una EsTreLLa FuGaZ,&lt;br /&gt;y le DiO eSpeRanzA a Mi VidA.&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/6141742437574762879-2857371156949652996?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2857371156949652996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/frase-4.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2857371156949652996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2857371156949652996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/frase-4.html' title='Frase 4'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5123401806903670579</id><published>2010-11-06T21:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:20:07.481-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>S O L E D A D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNYoRmBc5MI/AAAAAAAABbE/KvfPGj2HLsU/s1600/soledad+disculpame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536657074628125890" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNYoRmBc5MI/AAAAAAAABbE/KvfPGj2HLsU/s320/soledad+disculpame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Soledad discúlpame,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;te he alejado de mi por que el amor llego a mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;despertando en mi interior una dulce sensación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;le puso fin a mi tristeza, llenando mi vida de alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;Soledad se que fueron muchas noches teniendo tu compañía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;pero desde que lo conocí transformo mi mundo, mi existir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;con su presencia es mi sol de cada día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;El, le ha puesto fin a mi dolor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;soledad no se si algún día te vuelva a tener junto a mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;pero hoy con solo escuchar su voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;mis noches ya no son oscuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;Soledad no te pongas así,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;si lo conocieras es tan hermoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;lleno de dulzuray es que yo lo amo tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;que por el hoy mis rimas tienen este encanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;Soledad el ha hecho que mi corazón vuelva a creer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;le ha dado sentido a mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;desde aquel día que nuestras palabras se cruzaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;Soledad olvídate de mí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;de aquellos días a tu lado tan sombríos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;olvida si algún día te platique que me sentía vacía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;si supieras todo lo que siento por el, lo que ha hecho en mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;sabrías el porque de mi insistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times; font-size: medium;"&gt;para que ya no vuelvas jamás a mí.﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6141742437574762879-5123401806903670579?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5123401806903670579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/s-o-l-e-d-d.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5123401806903670579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5123401806903670579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/s-o-l-e-d-d.html' title='S O L E D A D'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNYoRmBc5MI/AAAAAAAABbE/KvfPGj2HLsU/s72-c/soledad+disculpame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7659370363076292623</id><published>2010-11-06T19:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:48:12.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>Mi AmOr:</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Eres &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lienzo &lt;/span&gt;para mis suaves &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pinceladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Para las &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rimas&lt;/span&gt; de mis &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;poesías&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Para los &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;colores&lt;/span&gt; de mis &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emociones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Para este &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;corazón &lt;/span&gt;que te &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;piensa&lt;/span&gt; cada día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eres&lt;/span&gt; el todo de un &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gran amor&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Mis &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;letras&lt;/span&gt; no tendrían &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sentido &lt;/span&gt;sino &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;existieras&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Mis &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sueños&lt;/span&gt; serian &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;opacos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No tendrían &lt;/span&gt;ese &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brillo&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tú &lt;/span&gt;les &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;inyectas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;La &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;definición del amor&lt;/span&gt;, es tu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Esas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 letras&lt;/span&gt; que enmarcan lo que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;significas para mí&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¡Te amo! Como no tienes idea&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quiero que sepas&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tuyo es mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y mi Alma Entera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7659370363076292623?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7659370363076292623/comments/default' 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&lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;En esta tarde lluviosa, te confieso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que mi pasión ardiente ya no puede más, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Tus palabras son polvo de estrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que envuelven mis dulces fantasías…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Me hacen realmente soñar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Te confieso… que te quiero…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que te quiero con todo el corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Me acaricias, despertando mis deseos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Los cuales contigo quiero realizar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y tu voz… me eleva a otros senderos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Senderos de los cuales contigo siempre quisiera estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6141742437574762879-1706589731358689572?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1706589731358689572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/te-confieso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1706589731358689572'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-4669622627446340252</id><published>2010-11-06T19:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:22:21.140-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>Necesito Decirte</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Sabes necesito decirte algo que llevo aquí en mi pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Necesito decirte, que te quiero…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que te pienso con el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Necesito decirte que desde que te conocí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;No puedo dormir, por pensar en ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y me gusta hacerlo, porque he empezado a vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Necesito decirte que mis sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy tienen un motivo… TU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que mis labios impacientes están porque los beses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Porque los hagas tuyos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Necesito decirte que a Dios le he confesado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Lo que me haces sentir, lo que provocas en mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Es un sentimiento tan hermoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que bendigo el día que te conocí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-4669622627446340252?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8330790092504521543</id><published>2010-11-06T19:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:32:06.853-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>Desde el Día</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNYAnLirP_I/AAAAAAAABa0/A2906ZMttkk/s1600/tu-eres-mi-mejor-historia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536613465011732466" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 256px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNYAnLirP_I/AAAAAAAABa0/A2906ZMttkk/s320/tu-eres-mi-mejor-historia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Me decían que el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;me traería una buena respuesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y me trajo el suave aroma del amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;La brisa me trajo tu presencia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Los tiempos de océanos valieron la pena, porque llegaste tú a mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;A darle color a este arcoiris, a darle sentido a mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;No entendía bien los susurros del viento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Ni la caída de las hojas de los árboles…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Ni las mariposas que se cruzaban a mi paso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y eran señales, de que el destino te había puesto en mi camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;No me detenía a escuchar al silencio…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y sorda me hacia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Porque sabia que no me traía una buena noticia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y en instantes apareciste en mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Inmediatamente le pregunte al cielo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;si eras verdad o eras un sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Desde ese día he sentido la caricia de la ilusión, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que el sol brilla con más intensidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que las flores son más hermosas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que mi entorno tiene sentido, desde que supe que existes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Desde el día que apareciste en mi vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(88, 76, 81);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Desde el día que supe tu nombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/6141742437574762879-8330790092504521543?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8330790092504521543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/desde-el-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8330790092504521543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8330790092504521543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/desde-el-dia.html' title='Desde el Día'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNYAnLirP_I/AAAAAAAABa0/A2906ZMttkk/s72-c/tu-eres-mi-mejor-historia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7012095407071374497</id><published>2010-11-06T19:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:16:50.820-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>TE AMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNX9i9ZOSPI/AAAAAAAABas/KGw6X_5Ak3w/s1600/el-diario-de-noa_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536610093959629042" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNX9i9ZOSPI/AAAAAAAABas/KGw6X_5Ak3w/s320/el-diario-de-noa_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNX9UaC9A-I/AAAAAAAABak/JgS0B8_lK6w/s1600/el-diario-de-noa_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Es lo que siento y lo que siente mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Te lo he dicho aunque no me escuches&lt;br /&gt;Te lo he escrito, aunque no lo leas,&lt;br /&gt;Ese sentimiento tan bello y mágico que hoy nace en mis letras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ti, me sentía sola, todo era vacío…&lt;br /&gt;Al conocerte todo tuvo sentido, mi vida recobro su universo&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que digo esas 2 palabras&lt;br /&gt;Lo que siento por ti, va creciendo&lt;br /&gt;Estoy de ti completamente… totalmente… enamorada,&lt;br /&gt;Que lo voy a gritar a los 4 vientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoy quiero que todos se enteren&lt;br /&gt;Y en estas líneas lo dejare escrito…&lt;br /&gt;Ya mi corazón te amaba sin conocerte,&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma en tu camino en bosquejos lo había escrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO…&lt;br /&gt;Más que a mis versos…&lt;br /&gt;Mas que al sol que alumbra mis días…&lt;br /&gt;Mas que a la luna inspiradora de letras…&lt;br /&gt;Más que a mis anhelos, más que a mis fantasías y más que a mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;Más que a la música que escucho todos los días,&lt;br /&gt;Más que a todo aquello que colecciono y me gusta…&lt;br /&gt;Mas que a mis amistades y amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Te amo mas… que a mi misma&lt;br /&gt;Y te amare; si tu quieres…hasta el último día de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7012095407071374497?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7012095407071374497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7012095407071374497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7012095407071374497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/te-amo.html' title='TE AMO'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TNX9i9ZOSPI/AAAAAAAABas/KGw6X_5Ak3w/s72-c/el-diario-de-noa_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7553830400082678072</id><published>2010-11-03T09:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:35:02.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt;"&gt;"Te amo tanto que de sólo&lt;br /&gt;pronunciar tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;todo en mí cambia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo se hace distinto&lt;br /&gt;vivo cada día para&lt;br /&gt;darte lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;de mí misma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que lo puedas sentir".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7553830400082678072?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7553830400082678072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/3.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7553830400082678072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7553830400082678072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-658536919584620396</id><published>2010-11-01T01:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:54:56.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>De sus Labios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;No me quiero enamorar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;oí de sus labios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;senti en ese momento que el mundo se derrumbo en mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;senti faltarme el aíre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;un dolor que recorrio mi cuerpo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;me hice la fuerte, para que no me escuchara llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;y en silencio a Dios le pregunte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;¿Por que?, si mi amor es sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;De sus labios escuche algo que jamas me imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;si tan solo me dejara expresarle, el amor tan grande que siento por el...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tal vez... quizas... no se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;no me hubiera dicho lo que escuche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;¿Que voy hacer con mi amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;si el no lo quiere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Señor: hazle entender que yo lo amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;que jamas jugaria con el, que jamas lo lastimaria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hay cosas que debemos dejar en el pasado y jamas recordarlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;y hay que vivir el presente, por que no sabemos que puede pasar mañana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sabes, mi corazón te espera con los brazos abiertos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;cada centimetro de mi piel, espera tu cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;no le niegues a tu corazón, el amor inmeso que puedo ofrecerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;haz que los minutos cuenten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6141742437574762879-658536919584620396?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/658536919584620396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-sus-labios.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/658536919584620396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/658536919584620396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-sus-labios.html' title='De sus Labios...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-4797729935117797058</id><published>2010-11-01T01:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:05:54.704-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>Amor, Amor, Amor, Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Amor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4 letras tan sencillas de hilvanar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;palabra que no quieres PRONUNCIAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Y yo en franca desesperación &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;soñando con abrirte el corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;para saber si sientes lo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o a otro ser haz prometido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Y yo pierdo a golpes la razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;y convierto en llanto mi dolor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;mi fantasia me abandona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;y el alma se me desmorona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Amor, amor, amor, amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6141742437574762879-4797729935117797058?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-568133171748176369</id><published>2010-11-01T00:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:52:25.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>Solo Quiero Que Sepas Que Te AmO... .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TM5iNJSlawI/AAAAAAAABac/0jkNkzIWW1M/s1600/carlos+y+yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534468970056608514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TM5iNJSlawI/AAAAAAAABac/0jkNkzIWW1M/s320/carlos+y+yo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiero que sepas lo que guardo aquí en mi pecho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Y aunque a veces presumo de poeta, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Es mi corazón el que habla por mí, a través de mis letras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Déjame expresarte lo que siento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Deja que mi corazón hable por mí,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Déjame decirte a lo que al cielo le he confesado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Quiero que sepas, que yo, yo te amo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;No estoy inventando una historia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Ni un cuento de color de rosa…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Lo que vivo contigo es real,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Te ofrezco mi amor eterno…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Y las estrellas que hay en el firmamento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Déjame gritarle al mundo entero lo que siento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Que este sentimiento es sincero…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Déjame ser parte de tus sueños,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Y cuando me tengas cerca, besa mis labios sin miedo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Quiero que sepas que te amo…que…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Te amare Hasta el último suspiro de mi vida&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Que quiero compartir contigo mi vida…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Mis sueños… mis fantasías… mis anhelos… mis tristezas y mis alegrías.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/6141742437574762879-568133171748176369?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/568133171748176369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TM5iNJSlawI/AAAAAAAABac/0jkNkzIWW1M/s72-c/carlos+y+yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7880369553652761626</id><published>2010-11-01T00:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T00:40:52.624-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CorazÓn'/><title type='text'>2 Frases de AmOr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Puedo jurar lo que tu quieras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que nunca había sentido tanto amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;corriendo por mis venas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;La definición del Amor es tu Nombre: Carlos...&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/6141742437574762879-7880369553652761626?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7880369553652761626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-frases-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7880369553652761626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aguanta Corazón, no te dejes vencer,&lt;br /&gt;aun tenemos un camino muy largo que recorrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;guanta Corazón se que a veces el dolor nos invade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;pero tenemos que ser fuertes y seguir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tenemos que luchar por esos ideales, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;no dejemos que nada empañe los sueños, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;no dejemos que la tristeza nos acompañe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;aunque a veces quisiera no llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;evitar la agonia que hay en mi alma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;por que ya no quiero sentirte sufrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;lo unico que quiero es verme y sentirte feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;aguanta corazón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lorea Brito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-1307430149046453451?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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"©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TM5ZvUmKDNI/AAAAAAAABaU/6JkwVJwwIeE/s72-c/portada+noviembre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-2550087430712667504</id><published>2010-09-14T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:55:45.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>TU...video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/tuvideo.html' title='TU...video'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-1358680981377290309</id><published>2010-09-14T00:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:22:30.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>MI POEMA ENAMORADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   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5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="right"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Ahora mi espacio es tuyo… siente mi corazón, siente sus latidos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;No pensé que el tiempo durara tanto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Cada vez que pienso en ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y cuando lo hago siento emociones recorrer toda mi piel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Siento que el amor llego a mi, que…me estoy enamorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Me la paso todo el día repitiendo tu nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Escribiéndolo junto al mío…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Sintiendo una hermosa sensación, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Pidiéndole al destino, que te quedes conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Si pudiera contar nuestra historia hasta el final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Me haría falta escribir, los momentos a tu lado…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Describir los besos… los abrazos… nuestras miradas dulces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Las dedicatorias… las palabras bonitas que digan nuestros labios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Aquí; en mi poema enamorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-1358680981377290309?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1358680981377290309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3231101786906453195</id><published>2010-09-14T00:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T00:20:18.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>NecesitO DecirtE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TI8E8b1GC-I/AAAAAAAABaE/eYRQ2VFvPGI/s1600/smallville_Durance_welling_lois_clark2-thumb-550x423-27645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TI8E8b1GC-I/AAAAAAAABaE/eYRQ2VFvPGI/s320/smallville_Durance_welling_lois_clark2-thumb-550x423-27645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516633504861260770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Sabes necesito decirte algo que llevo aquí en mi pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Necesito decirte, que te quiero…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que te pienso con el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Necesito decirte que desde que te conocí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;No puedo dormir, por pensar en ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y me gusta hacerlo, porque he empezado a vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Necesito decirte que mis sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy tienen un motivo… TU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que mis labios impacientes están porque los beses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Porque los hagas tuyos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Necesito decirte que a Dios le he confesado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Lo que me haces sentir, lo que provocas en mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Es un sentimiento tan hermoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que bendigo el día que te conocí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-3231101786906453195?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3231101786906453195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/necesito-decirte.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3231101786906453195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3231101786906453195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/necesito-decirte.html' title='NecesitO DecirtE'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Me gustan las notas románticas que salen de tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Las podría comparar con una bella melodía de beethoven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;O con una de las mágicas canciones de celine dion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-5747554485024600440?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5747554485024600440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-frase.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5747554485024600440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5747554485024600440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-frase.html' title='1 Frase'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIxqzZN_4DI/AAAAAAAABZ8/2lyIfwsgkiQ/s72-c/so%C3%B1ar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8714715093674784819</id><published>2010-09-12T00:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:48:53.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>Cuando te SueñO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIxpkfNadPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/nGpCE_3U7qE/s1600/so%C3%B1ar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIxpkfNadPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/nGpCE_3U7qE/s320/so%C3%B1ar3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515899719195981042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Cuando te sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Se detiene el tiempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Los segundos… los minutos… las horas… se hacen eternas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;El mundo se detiene, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Todo me sonríe… y todo me parece mágico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Cada vez que en mis sueños, apareces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Cuando te sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Te confieso lo que me haces sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y siento tus labios sobre los míos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Tu cuerpo junto a mi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Siento que tus manos recorren mi piel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Cada vez que PIENSO EN TI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8714715093674784819?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8714715093674784819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIxpkfNadPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/nGpCE_3U7qE/s72-c/so%C3%B1ar3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5183932846926358326</id><published>2010-09-12T00:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:38:50.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>E S T R E L L A  G E M E L A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIxnFKeFejI/AAAAAAAABZs/pAvJLvokBsQ/s1600/estrella+gemela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIxnFKeFejI/AAAAAAAABZs/pAvJLvokBsQ/s320/estrella+gemela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515896982029564466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Miraba las estrellas buscándote entre una de ellas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya las esperanzas en mi, se habían desvanecido…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;La tristeza había congelado mis ilusiones, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pero, por obra del destino… apareciste en mi camino.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hubieron días… hubieron noches…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que te anhelaba sin tenerte,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que suspiraba por ti, sin conocerte&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y en silencio le preguntaba a Dios por ti…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Este sentimiento que va creciendo en mí&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A veces no me deja respirar…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Más sin embargo no te dejo de pensar, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soñando que entre tus brazos me vas a amar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estrella gemela…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoy quiero confesarte que ¡te quiero!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que por ti son mis suspiros…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por ti… son estos nuevos sueños.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-5183932846926358326?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5183932846926358326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-s-t-r-e-l-l-g-e-m-e-l.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5183932846926358326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5183932846926358326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-s-t-r-e-l-l-g-e-m-e-l.html' title='E S T R E L L A  G E M E L A'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIxnFKeFejI/AAAAAAAABZs/pAvJLvokBsQ/s72-c/estrella+gemela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3490145198805019648</id><published>2010-09-08T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:28:52.832-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>No Me Preguntes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIhiQlVOpDI/AAAAAAAABY0/87YloDfTGBo/s1600/hqdefaultM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIhiQlVOpDI/AAAAAAAABY0/87YloDfTGBo/s320/hqdefaultM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514765780753753138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;No me preguntes porque, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Te pienso demasiado…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;La respuesta la encontraras en cada una de estas líneas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;En cada uno de sus párrafos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;No me preguntes si te he soñado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Porque te darías cuenta en mi respuesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;En cada uno de mis suspiros…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;En cada uno de mis latidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;No me preguntes si te extraño, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Porque eso lo sabes de sobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y no se, si te has dado cuenta que cada vez que platicamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Este sentimiento se desborda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;No me preguntes lo que siento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Porque mi corazón será el que hable por mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;El te dirá lo que realmente siento…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;El te dirá que me estoy enamorando de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-3490145198805019648?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIhiQlVOpDI/AAAAAAAABY0/87YloDfTGBo/s72-c/hqdefaultM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5195610089284032839</id><published>2010-09-08T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:19:21.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>HoY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIhD79WkM-I/AAAAAAAABYs/Au2vAL5QRDE/s1600/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Sola_farizthree%281.33%29__THISRES__62067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIhD79WkM-I/AAAAAAAABYs/Au2vAL5QRDE/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Sola_farizthree%281.33%29__THISRES__62067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514732441075725282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy mi corazón habla de ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy mis letras son pensando en ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy no existe nadie más, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy lo que quiero, es poderte amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy mis sueños… tienen motivos para soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy en mi mirada se refleja felicidad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy mi mundo eres, solo tú…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy quiero que seas parte de mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;;" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy quiero ver las estrellas junto a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-5195610089284032839?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5195610089284032839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5195610089284032839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5195610089284032839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoy.html' title='HoY'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIhD79WkM-I/AAAAAAAABYs/Au2vAL5QRDE/s72-c/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Sola_farizthree%281.33%29__THISRES__62067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8829043134748616226</id><published>2010-09-08T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:58:43.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>LLEGASTE  TU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIg2_XU5MWI/AAAAAAAABYk/DnvgGP3xhC4/s1600/brent-heighton-romantic-embrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIg2_XU5MWI/AAAAAAAABYk/DnvgGP3xhC4/s320/brent-heighton-romantic-embrace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514718205936480610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Creí que a mi vida la magia ya no llegaría, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Que la soledad se estancaría en mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y de repente apareciste tú…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Mi cielo, cobro de nuevo su color, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y sentí como la tristeza de mis ojos, se alejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Sin buscarte… te he encontrado…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Has alejado de mí al pasado, dejándolo en el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy de nuevo sonrío, hoy de nuevo suspiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Desde que llegaste tú a mi vida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Las letras de mis versos, vuelven a tener rima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Llegaste a mi vida, inesperadamente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;A darle sentido a mi alma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;A darle color a mis versos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;A llenar mis noches de desvelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Dándole ilusiones a mis sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Llego a mí un hermoso sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Llego a mi vida, de nuevo la palabra amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Se que hoy cupido no me ha tendido una trampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Porque quiero enamorarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Y descubrir junto a ti el verdadero significado de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Hoy mis días son distintos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Mis noches son maravillosas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Llegaste tú, en el momento mas preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bookman Old Style&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 102);" lang="ES-MX"&gt;Llegaste tú, y todo a mi alrededor volvió a tener sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8829043134748616226?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8829043134748616226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/llegaste-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Antes de enamorarme &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quisiera pedirle al cielo, una explicación&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quisiera que me respondiera,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque en mi vida, a habido tanto desamor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Antes de enamorarme&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y ocupes por completo mi mente, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Le he preguntado a mi corazón&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque no te dejo de pensar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Antes de enamorarme&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y tenerte cerca de mí…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quisiera saber si tú, sientes algo por mí&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque no quiero caer otra vez en desamor, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No quiero que vuelva la tristeza a mi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Antes de enamorarme&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Le voy a preguntar al cielo…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si tú eres ese hombre que tanto había soñado…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si eres el amor que tanto había anhelado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y que tanto se me había negado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-6091480939460570841?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6091480939460570841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/antes-de-enamorarme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6091480939460570841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6091480939460570841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/antes-de-enamorarme.html' title='Antes de Enamorarme'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIg0NdMojSI/AAAAAAAABYc/YNCHUqer_6c/s72-c/alce+mi+rostro.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-2534514162644922865</id><published>2010-09-07T18:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:52:33.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>Algo de AmOr... Fragmentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIbPW4UIR5I/AAAAAAAABYU/aOpKf4LNLpg/s1600/amor+fragmentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIbPW4UIR5I/AAAAAAAABYU/aOpKf4LNLpg/s320/amor+fragmentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514322785742636946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Si vieras el brillo de mis ojos, al hablar de ti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;si pudieras sentir como late mi corazón,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;como se agita mi respiración&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tal vez no me creerías, que no dejo de pensar en ti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;y algo en mi interior me dice,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;que tal vez, es el amor que ha llegado nuevamente a mi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;II&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hoy quise escribirle al amor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a esa ilusión que le hace falta a mi corazón,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;no se si se quede... o se vaya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pero lo que si se, es que pensar en ti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;le ha traído a mi vida, nuevas esperanzas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;III&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hablame y dime que llegaras...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;que mis sueños tendrán motivos para volar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yo, no te dejo de pensar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pero tengo miedo de enamorarme, y luego terminar en soledad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;IV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Pensé que en mi vida las estrellas ya no brillarian,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;que el sol seguiría opaco...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;que la luna ya no me daría las buenas noches,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pero, desde que te conocí todo a cambiado,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;han surgido nuevas esperanzas... nuevas ilusiones...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mi corazón vuelve a latir, y en cada uno de sus latidos se escucha tu nombre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-2534514162644922865?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2534514162644922865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/algo-de-amor-fragmentos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2534514162644922865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2534514162644922865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/algo-de-amor-fragmentos.html' title='Algo de AmOr... Fragmentos'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIbPW4UIR5I/AAAAAAAABYU/aOpKf4LNLpg/s72-c/amor+fragmentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3318355368500296165</id><published>2010-09-07T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:39:25.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor Amor'/><title type='text'>AMOR... Portada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIbKdbGgdlI/AAAAAAAABYM/Vhg9pl5db9I/s1600/portada+amor+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIbKdbGgdlI/AAAAAAAABYM/Vhg9pl5db9I/s400/portada+amor+amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514317400601818706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu... esperanza en mi existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu... aire nuevo en mis suspiros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu... que te has metido en mi mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tu... la medida de mi ser.&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/6141742437574762879-3318355368500296165?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3318355368500296165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/amor-portada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3318355368500296165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3318355368500296165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/amor-portada.html' title='AMOR... Portada'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIbKdbGgdlI/AAAAAAAABYM/Vhg9pl5db9I/s72-c/portada+amor+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-1078038023399296258</id><published>2010-09-04T21:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:34:57.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desamor'/><title type='text'>No es el Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIMdPUudbuI/AAAAAAAABYE/CDHmgcUYDkQ/s1600/eras+tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIMdPUudbuI/AAAAAAAABYE/CDHmgcUYDkQ/s320/eras+tu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513282517930438370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;No es el amor... el que a mi puerta a tocado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;fue solo una ilusión, que a mi corazón dejo marchitado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;el golpe que me di, me hizo ver que estaba soñando&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;las lagrimas brotaron, como lluvia en mayo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;No es el amor... no lo es...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;este es cruel y despiadado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;destrozo todo mi ser,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;me hizo ver que nunca me amo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;que me estaba engañando.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;No es el amor...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;porque dicen que es sincero, tierno, cariñoso, hasta romántico&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;este no es así, es indiferente, carece de ternura, es malhumorado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;No es el amor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;lo que llego a mi, fue un mal sueño&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff3366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;del cual hoy he despertado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-1078038023399296258?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1078038023399296258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-es-el-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1078038023399296258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1078038023399296258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-es-el-amor.html' title='No es el Amor'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIMdPUudbuI/AAAAAAAABYE/CDHmgcUYDkQ/s72-c/eras+tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-2760066668384377633</id><published>2010-09-04T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:20:39.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desamor'/><title type='text'>2 ExtrañOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIL-EirI00I/AAAAAAAABX8/oP5eABjMJ88/s1600/20080402-mensaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIL-EirI00I/AAAAAAAABX8/oP5eABjMJ88/s320/20080402-mensaje.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513248247835579202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hoy parecemos 2 extraños&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;las palabras se han extinguido...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a veces un Hola!, como estas?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A veces mas de 40 minutos sin decir nada&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y después es solo...cuidate chao... igualmente bye.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A veces me pregunto, ¿donde quedo todo aquello que sentíamos?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;¿lo que nos decíamos?... ¿todo aquel amor?...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hoy; como de aquí a la luna  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;es la distancia que quedo entre tu y yo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ayer, nos invadía el amor...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e íbamos a luchar contra viento y marea por el,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y no nos importaba lo que decían,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hoy, quedo el desamor... el recuerdo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;de estos 2 extraños que somos hoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-2760066668384377633?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2760066668384377633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-extranos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2760066668384377633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2760066668384377633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/2-extranos.html' title='2 ExtrañOs'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TIL-EirI00I/AAAAAAAABX8/oP5eABjMJ88/s72-c/20080402-mensaje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-6985878911059076080</id><published>2010-09-04T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:33:32.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desamor'/><title type='text'>SE ME ACABO EL AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TILyS1kSE4I/AAAAAAAABX0/-NGaRtQwHP8/s1600/SE+ME+ACABO+EL+AMOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TILyS1kSE4I/AAAAAAAABX0/-NGaRtQwHP8/s320/SE+ME+ACABO+EL+AMOR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513235299285734274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se me acabo el amor, me quede vacía...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;los recuerdos han muerto,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;se acabo la añoranza... los sueños... los anhelos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;esos instantes gloriosos, se transformaron en grises momentos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;¿Que si te ame?, con locura desbordada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;te ame mas que a mi propia vida...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;te ame sin miedo a nada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se me acabo el amor, lo tiraste a la borda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;solo dejaste en mi corazón un dolor interminable,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-no existe explicación- las palabras sobran...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;los suspiros se han esfumado,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y todo aquello que sentía... tu lo mataste...lo desgastaste... lo pisoteaste...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se me acabo el amor, ya no siento el alma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;te puedes quedar con tus palabras falsas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;con todo aquello que decías sentir,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;se que me mentías... se que me engañabas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y yo; como tonta enamorada... todo te creí.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se me acabo el amor, ya llore demasiado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;he traspasado el limite del sufrimiento,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;que ya no me queda nada...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ni un vago recuerdo de nuestro amor,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tu te encargaste de que te sacara para siempre de mi alma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se me acabo el amor, aquella madrugada...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;que te oí decirme, sigue tu vida...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;porque yo empecé a rehacer la mía,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sentí como me derrumbe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;que a mis ojos les suplique -ni una lagrima mas-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y a mi corazón le rogué, volverse de metal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se me acabo el amor,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;la alegría que había en mi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;de mis labios la borraste...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y en tristeza la transformaste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Se me acabo el amor... me quede sin nada... me quede vacía...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;con el corazón roto... con el alma en carne viva.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-6985878911059076080?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6985878911059076080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-me-acabo-el-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6985878911059076080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6985878911059076080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-me-acabo-el-amor.html' title='SE ME ACABO EL AMOR'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TILyS1kSE4I/AAAAAAAABX0/-NGaRtQwHP8/s72-c/SE+ME+ACABO+EL+AMOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7036191723864662159</id><published>2010-09-04T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:26:59.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desamor'/><title type='text'>ACASO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acaso no te enteraste&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;de lo mucho que te ame,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que mis dias eran calidos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;y no tenian como hoy esta palidez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acaso no entendiste&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que eras mi razón de ser,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que te ame tanto, como no tienes idea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pero tu... no lo quisiste comprender.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acaso nunca supiste&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que por ti lo hubiera dejado todo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;que hubiera cruzado oceanos, para llegar a ti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acaso este amor, que yo te daba no era suficiente para ti?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;acaso vida mia, no me amaste como yo te ame a ti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7036191723864662159?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7036191723864662159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/acaso.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7036191723864662159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7036191723864662159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/acaso.html' title='ACASO...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3080082110773248296</id><published>2010-09-04T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:23:34.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desamor'/><title type='text'>RoTa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TILw1TZH5qI/AAAAAAAABXs/vxtbBU_P2GY/s1600/rota3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TILw1TZH5qI/AAAAAAAABXs/vxtbBU_P2GY/s320/rota3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513233692384290466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;...Ya no necesito mas de mi amor, puedes llevartelo...¿para que lo quiero?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;en una caja pondre todas tus palabras, si ya no las siento mias&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;regalacelas a la que este contigo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;y dejame explicarme a mi misma mirando al sol,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no me puedes sanar, estoy muy lastimada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;quiero dejar todo atras... quiero olvidar el amor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ya tuve suficiente, y cada vez que estoy contigo me rompes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Roto esta mi corazón, en mas de 1000 pedazos hoy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;nunca me imagine que lo dañaras asi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;me llevara un tiempo reconstruirlo, y luego curarlo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;puedes quemar los versos que te dedique, ya no me interezan...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;me llevara un tiempo comprender...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no tengo nada que ofrecer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no me queda nada... estoy rota...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-3080082110773248296?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3080082110773248296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/rota.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3080082110773248296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3080082110773248296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/rota.html' title='RoTa'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TILw1TZH5qI/AAAAAAAABXs/vxtbBU_P2GY/s72-c/rota3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7716186452567946919</id><published>2010-09-04T18:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:11:49.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desamor'/><title type='text'>Amar en Desamor (Portada)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TILs4zZmJfI/AAAAAAAABXk/nrGl5jAvvTk/s1600/portada+sept+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TILs4zZmJfI/AAAAAAAABXk/nrGl5jAvvTk/s400/portada+sept+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513229354469303794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Se fue el amor... hoy mi corazón esta dañado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;mi cielo se quedo sin color, amando en desamor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Lorea Brito&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/6141742437574762879-7716186452567946919?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7716186452567946919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/amar-en-desamor-portada.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7716186452567946919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7716186452567946919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/amar-en-desamor-portada.html' title='Amar en Desamor (Portada)'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TILs4zZmJfI/AAAAAAAABXk/nrGl5jAvvTk/s72-c/portada+sept+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5396693953370245040</id><published>2010-08-21T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:56:03.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>Tenia Un Poema Guardado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/THAhAvykZRI/AAAAAAAABXU/m_p0NX2bVOc/s1600/tenia+un+poema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/THAhAvykZRI/AAAAAAAABXU/m_p0NX2bVOc/s320/tenia+un+poema.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507938640986400018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tenia un poema guardado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;creí que lo había perdido,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ayer lo encontré buscando en recuerdos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dentro de un corazón archivado que decía SIEMPRE CONTIGO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hablaba de ti, de lo que me hacías sentir,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;que desde que teconocí, me enamore de ti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;hoy; he borrado esos párrafos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y he escrito:creí que había encontrado el amor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;creí que solo seria mio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tenia un poema guardado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;de esos que al leerlos te sacan un suspiro,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;de titulo le había puesto tu nombre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;lo borre, y hoy le puse UN AMOR EN EL OLVIDO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-5396693953370245040?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5396693953370245040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/tenia-un-poema-guardado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5396693953370245040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5396693953370245040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/tenia-un-poema-guardado.html' title='Tenia Un Poema Guardado'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/THAhAvykZRI/AAAAAAAABXU/m_p0NX2bVOc/s72-c/tenia+un+poema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7986737942450694213</id><published>2010-08-15T00:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:17:47.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>Sera MejOr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGd35t3K4VI/AAAAAAAABXM/Sl9kyLfePG4/s1600/sera+mejor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505500902930964818" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 241px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGd35t3K4VI/AAAAAAAABXM/Sl9kyLfePG4/s320/sera+mejor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sera mejor, que comprenda de una vez&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;que tengo que dejar de amarte...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;aunque sufra en silencio,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y tenga que esconder mi tristeza tras una sonrisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;solo le pido al cielo, que me ayude con esta agonia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sera mejor que mi corazón deje de latir por ti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;que deje de sentir todo ese amor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;que deje de anhelar... que deje de soñar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;porque mis suspiros, se convierten en heridas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;porque no te puedo amar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sera mejor que entienda de una vez&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;que entre tu y yo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;solo existira una bonita amistad,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;y aunque sabes, lo que por ti yo siento...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;es mejor que olvide, que en mi existe ese sentimiento.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&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/6141742437574762879-7986737942450694213?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7986737942450694213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/sera-mejor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7986737942450694213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7986737942450694213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/sera-mejor.html' title='Sera MejOr'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGd35t3K4VI/AAAAAAAABXM/Sl9kyLfePG4/s72-c/sera+mejor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3157117187194020814</id><published>2010-08-15T00:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:13:25.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>MientO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGd3CxwZVLI/AAAAAAAABXE/ZkYiCIHCiTU/s1600/miento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505499959083488434" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 227px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGd3CxwZVLI/AAAAAAAABXE/ZkYiCIHCiTU/s320/miento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Miento;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;si te digo que ya no te amo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que ya no sueño con tus labios,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que ya no te pienso en el día&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que ya no me duermo añorando estar entre tus brazos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Miento;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;si te digo que mi corazón esta bien&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que ya no he llorado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que estoy tratando de olvidarte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;y me hago la fuerte, para no transmitir la tristeza que hay en mi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No se que me pasa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;últimamente ando muy distraida,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;a veces pierdo la nocion del tiempo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;a veces no se, ni en el día que estoy viviendo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;... Y si miento;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;es por que estoy de ti enamorada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;por que mis sueños,son solo eso...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;y tengo que mentirle al corazón,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;para que no sufra... para que no llore...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;junto conmigo, tu desamor.&lt;/p&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/6141742437574762879-3157117187194020814?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3157117187194020814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/miento.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3157117187194020814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3157117187194020814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/miento.html' title='MientO'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGd3CxwZVLI/AAAAAAAABXE/ZkYiCIHCiTU/s72-c/miento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-6345228046306882580</id><published>2010-08-15T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:10:39.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>Estoy Aquí...(Un poemas mas para ti)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGd2fi800VI/AAAAAAAABW8/cq38wWUOHIU/s1600/ESTOY+AQUI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505499353813668178" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGd2fi800VI/AAAAAAAABW8/cq38wWUOHIU/s320/ESTOY+AQUI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Estoy aquí pensandote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; pidiendole a mi corazón una solución,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; el me grita que te diga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; lo que siento por ti amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; mi cuerpo aun te espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; mis labios aun te esperan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; mas la realidad es otra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; y mis ojos se llenan de tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Estoy aquí recordando la dulzura de tu voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; con ganas de tomar el telefono y llamarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; y que el tiempo se detenga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; y seamos solamente tu y yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Estoy aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; luchando con el corazón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; sabes?, duele no poder amarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; duele no poder decirte lo que siento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; el silencio me ha hecho compañia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; en noches de desvelos, llorando esta agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; queriendo exterminar mis sentimientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; PD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Te dejare de pensar, el día que mi corazón deje de latir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; mientras tanto, no me pidas que te olvide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; no me pidas que deje de sentir todo este gran amor, por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-6345228046306882580?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6345228046306882580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/estoy-aquiun-poemas-mas-para-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6345228046306882580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6345228046306882580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/estoy-aquiun-poemas-mas-para-ti.html' title='Estoy Aquí...(Un poemas mas para ti)'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGd2fi800VI/AAAAAAAABW8/cq38wWUOHIU/s72-c/ESTOY+AQUI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5432644550592909629</id><published>2010-08-14T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:57:34.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>ASI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGdzQQGT04I/AAAAAAAABW0/PgFE0VBEpVI/s1600/ninoska+asi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505495792520254338" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 223px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGdzQQGT04I/AAAAAAAABW0/PgFE0VBEpVI/s320/ninoska+asi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;He dejado aun lado el corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; y tengo que pensar con la razón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; no sera necesario buscar 1000 excusas ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; porque así, como el viento se va...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; yo así, te dejare de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Y si, un día escribí que cuando las estrellas dejen de brillar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; ese día te iba a dejar de amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; pero no, ya no... hoy me reclama fuertemente el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; me pide... me suplica... que ya no quiere sufrir... por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Hoy; si hoy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; me di cuenta que amar y no ser correspondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; es un tiempo valioso perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; es un reclamo de mis ojos, que ya no quieren seguir llorando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; y así, como empieza una película y luego lees Fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; así este amor que siento por ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; también tiene que tener un fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; así...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-5432644550592909629?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5432644550592909629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/asi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5432644550592909629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5432644550592909629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/asi.html' title='ASI'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TGdzQQGT04I/AAAAAAAABW0/PgFE0VBEpVI/s72-c/ninoska+asi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-2734363003936535927</id><published>2010-08-03T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:08:50.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>FriO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFjKz03lROI/AAAAAAAABWM/hOV84_ZUBWc/s1600/sola1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501369936546972898" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 182px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFjKz03lROI/AAAAAAAABWM/hOV84_ZUBWc/s320/sola1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Tus manos son frias como la lluvia...&lt;br /&gt;tus palabras son un polvo de indiferencia,&lt;br /&gt;tu voz lejana me recuerda, que hay alguien mas&lt;br /&gt;esperandome... el dia que te saque de mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;y no vuelvas a saber de mi, ni a traves de mis letras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La cero importancia, que me das a entender&lt;br /&gt;atraves de cada linea que escribes,llega a mis oidos susurrandome,&lt;br /&gt;LORENA:&lt;br /&gt;ya es tiempo de que me olvides...&lt;br /&gt;ya es tiempo de que me digas adios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;y ya paso el tiempo, de tenerme cerquita de tu corazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hoy me di cuenta, que de nada a servido&lt;br /&gt;cada verso escrito...&lt;br /&gt;cada indirecta en lineas disfrazando&lt;br /&gt;un Te amo... un te necesito...&lt;br /&gt;un me haces falta... un regresa conmigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-2734363003936535927?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2734363003936535927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/frio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2734363003936535927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2734363003936535927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/frio.html' title='FriO'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFjKz03lROI/AAAAAAAABWM/hOV84_ZUBWc/s72-c/sola1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-1715882891856817052</id><published>2010-08-03T20:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:55:13.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>Me Voy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFjGwG-QnvI/AAAAAAAABWE/VX0mIrMPHFc/s1600/me+voy+anime+goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501365474640830194" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 263px; height: 234px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFjGwG-QnvI/AAAAAAAABWE/VX0mIrMPHFc/s320/me+voy+anime+goodbye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Me voy... para buscar nuevos horizontes en mi vida, para alejar de mi memoria lo que hoy me lastima, para curar las heridas que rodean a mi corazón, y para tratar de olvidarte... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;-si-, olvidarte... me voy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Me voy... y haciendo mis maletas a distancia me despido de ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;deseandote que seas feliz, tal vez... quizas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;el destino algún día haga que yo sepa de ti, y tu de mi... pero para cuando pase eso, yo sere otra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;y tal vez, ya no me acuerde de ti...&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/6141742437574762879-1715882891856817052?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1715882891856817052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-voy.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1715882891856817052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1715882891856817052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-voy.html' title='Me Voy...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFjGwG-QnvI/AAAAAAAABWE/VX0mIrMPHFc/s72-c/me+voy+anime+goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-2774344128124638076</id><published>2010-08-03T20:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T20:36:22.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>Confesion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFjCkdrzmfI/AAAAAAAABV8/vV5teKnlMBA/s1600/al+cielo+he+confesado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501360876532505074" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 241px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFjCkdrzmfI/AAAAAAAABV8/vV5teKnlMBA/s320/al+cielo+he+confesado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Al cielo le he confesado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;que te he de olvidar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;que de mis pensamientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;y de mi corazón te voy a borrar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;y te juro, que te voy a dejar de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-2774344128124638076?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2774344128124638076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/confesion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2774344128124638076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2774344128124638076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/confesion.html' title='Confesion'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFjCkdrzmfI/AAAAAAAABV8/vV5teKnlMBA/s72-c/al+cielo+he+confesado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-6963932617663453153</id><published>2010-08-01T18:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:40:30.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>I N S O M N I O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFYFpkJBBfI/AAAAAAAABV0/4wP-3-KF4LQ/s1600/insomnio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500590206513907186" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 242px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFYFpkJBBfI/AAAAAAAABV0/4wP-3-KF4LQ/s320/insomnio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No se, si apareceras en otro sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; haciendo que la ilusión se convierta en desvelos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; en las madrugadas me despierto pronunciando tu nombre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; besando el silencio... que me dice una y otra vez que no estas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; el insomnio se apodera de mi, una vez mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Quisiera que nunca fuera de noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; para no volverte a soñar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; para no volver a sentir que me falta el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; al saber que a mi lado, nunca estaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Mi cuarto es un manojo de soledad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; de mi voz, solo queda el eco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; el insomnio se ha convertido en recuerdos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; en recuerdos porque no te puedo amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Mi almohada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; en noches de añoranzas no es la mejor compañia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; pues no te dejo de pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; son las 5:46am el insomnio me ha hecho compañia una vez mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-6963932617663453153?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6963932617663453153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-n-s-o-m-n-i-o.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6963932617663453153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6963932617663453153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-n-s-o-m-n-i-o.html' title='I N S O M N I O'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFYFpkJBBfI/AAAAAAAABV0/4wP-3-KF4LQ/s72-c/insomnio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5360426833020876399</id><published>2010-08-01T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:37:37.024-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>Antes de que yo te olvide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFYE9iQOqRI/AAAAAAAABVs/IDwzwcx0I_4/s1600/antes+de+que.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500589450093046034" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFYE9iQOqRI/AAAAAAAABVs/IDwzwcx0I_4/s320/antes+de+que.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Antes de que te olvide... dejame decirte, que he contado los días, junto con las horas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; y esos días, y esas horas, han sido lo mejor de mi vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Antes de que yo te olvide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; el silencio debe de tener un poquito de sonido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; las notas musicales deben de perder su ritmo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; y los arboles deben de dejar de florecer en  primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Antes de que yo te olvide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; se tendría que dejar de oír los susurros del mar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; las rosas en ningún rosal se darían...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; y el cielo tendría que perder su color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Antes de que yo te olvide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; debe de dejar de existir las noches y los días, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; la luz de las estrellas y la luna quemarían, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; los rayos del sol congelarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; y la risa de un bebe aturdiría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Y aun así en mi lecho de muerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; yo te recordaría...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; tu voz seria uno de los recuerdos que guardaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; para que al despertar del sueño, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; fuera lo primero que mis oídos escucharan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Antes de que yo te olvide... tiene que pasar todo eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-5360426833020876399?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFYE9iQOqRI/AAAAAAAABVs/IDwzwcx0I_4/s72-c/antes+de+que.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8107521868095981599</id><published>2010-08-01T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:33:08.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>Soñare un poco mas  ʚϊɞ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFYDXEmxYmI/AAAAAAAABVk/a5jaU3tUyic/s1600/so%C3%83%C2%B1are+un+poco+mas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500587689787875938" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 302px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFYDXEmxYmI/AAAAAAAABVk/a5jaU3tUyic/s320/so%C3%B1are+un+poco+mas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Dicen que no deje de soñar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; que algun dia se realizaran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; sueño con poder ver, a mi lado la felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; que tenga rostro, nombre, y una sonrisa que me cautive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Hoy aqui en mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; hay sueños que tengo que olvidar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; tengo que seguir con mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; y no mirar atras, el pasado es eso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; y yo; tengo que continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Tal vez, soñare un poco mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; para que se haga realidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; el amor llegara... y le abrire las puertas de mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; dibujare estrellas en el firmamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; y entre lineas de canciones, le dire que valio la pena la espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; que por lo que sufri ayer, al llegar el... todo cambio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; hoy vuelvo a creer en el amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8107521868095981599?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8107521868095981599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/sonare-un-poco-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8107521868095981599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8107521868095981599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/sonare-un-poco-mas.html' title='Soñare un poco mas  ʚϊɞ'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFYDXEmxYmI/AAAAAAAABVk/a5jaU3tUyic/s72-c/so%C3%B1are+un+poco+mas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5045381678959936800</id><published>2010-08-01T18:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:24:39.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><title type='text'>AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFX_hUuU0iI/AAAAAAAABVc/iSBw4nE794U/s1600/portada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500583467866706466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFX_hUuU0iI/AAAAAAAABVc/iSBw4nE794U/s320/portada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt; He hecho de mis sueños, recorte de recuerdos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;He hecho de mis ilusiones, susurros en el viento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;He hecho de mis letras, un suspiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;He hecho de mi corazón, un océano de olvidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Antología de Recuerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Los Recuerdos, permanecen siempre en nuestra memoria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lorea Brito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;Fotografía de: Luis Garvan&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/6141742437574762879-5045381678959936800?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5045381678959936800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/antologia-de-recuerdos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5045381678959936800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5045381678959936800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/08/antologia-de-recuerdos.html' title='AntOLogiA de ReCueRdOs'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFX_hUuU0iI/AAAAAAAABVc/iSBw4nE794U/s72-c/portada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-739130858905410797</id><published>2010-07-31T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:31:39.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Te Digo Adios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFS_Nggr8II/AAAAAAAABVU/nqP1Y87mrTk/s1600/saori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500231283712454786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFS_Nggr8II/AAAAAAAABVU/nqP1Y87mrTk/s320/saori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dicen que el tiempo es el mejor aliado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que es el que cura las heridas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;el que hace que uno olvide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y el que luego te trae de nuevo las sonrisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Es triste llegar a la conclusion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;porque por mas que yo quiera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yo, ya no vivo en su corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hay alguien mas que ocupa ese lugar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y hoy acabo de comprender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ciertas cosas que no queria entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tengo que hacer aun lado, todo esto que siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;porque hoy vi y lei ciertas cosas que hicieron...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que un dolor intenso se me clavara en el estomago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y confieso, que mis lagrimas no dejan de resbalar por mi mejilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;desde ese momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Este a sido un dia dificil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;el dia en que todo se a derrumbado dentro de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;el, es feliz tiene una nueva conquista, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y yo, sigo pensando en el, enamorada como el primer dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yo; queria ser para el, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;totalmente para el...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ahora tengo que sacar esa idea de mi mente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hacer borron y cuenta nueva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y empezar a olvidar, aunque me duela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Te digo adios como el poema de Buesa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Y con el corazon hecho pedazos, con el alma en carne viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;aunque toda la vida, te siga pensando.&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/6141742437574762879-739130858905410797?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/739130858905410797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/te-digo-adios.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/739130858905410797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/739130858905410797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/te-digo-adios.html' title='Te Digo Adios...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TFS_Nggr8II/AAAAAAAABVU/nqP1Y87mrTk/s72-c/saori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7913913153269476442</id><published>2010-07-31T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:25:31.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>AUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sabes muy bien, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;lo que por ti siento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y atraves de la distancia atraves de mis versos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;atraves de una linea de telefono...te lo he hecho saber... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;que en lo poco que duro nuestro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;me conoces muy bien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pero quizas antier no te diste cuenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;que menti al decirte que me alegra que seas feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mi corazon me dice que te diga lo que siento aun por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pero mis labios y mis manos, se detienen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;porque se, que ignoraras si te llego a decir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;que no hay melodia que se compare con tu voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y que cada latido de mi corazon es por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tu, si tu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;aunque no te tengo cerca eres el que me hace soñar despierta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;el que me hace suspirar en todo momento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y aunque mi alma quisiera salir huyendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y no sentir lo que siento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;en estas lineas te escribo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;que aun...que aun TE QUIERO...&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/6141742437574762879-7913913153269476442?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7913913153269476442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/aun.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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A'/><title type='text'>Estoy Aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEooleXmzSI/AAAAAAAABVE/yl-dzk4hqjU/s1600/2412118074_4f9b02de5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497250919431458082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEooleXmzSI/AAAAAAAABVE/yl-dzk4hqjU/s320/2412118074_4f9b02de5f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Estoy aqui, frente al monitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;recordando lo que fuimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a veces quisiera escapar de la realidad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;y no pensarte nunca mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ni suspirar los sueños que tuvimos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;bendarle el alma al corazon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;y ponerle un sello a mis labios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;para no nombrarte en el silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ni cuando tengo frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Un dia te dije que iba a dejar de escribir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;porque mis versos sin ti, no tienen sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pero; es inevitable no escribir pensando en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;porque te llevo aqui, aqui en cada uno de mis latidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y a pesar que tengo herido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;destrozado el corazonpor todo aquello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;que escuche de tus labios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; tu nombre sigue tatuado en mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;y es que yo, todavia te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cierro mis ojos, pidiendole ayuda a Dios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;para que calme este dolor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;porque se muy bien y se el porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;aunque los ojos se me llenan de lagrimas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;que tu... no le corresponderas a mi amor.&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/6141742437574762879-8868855336625827391?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8868855336625827391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/estoy-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8868855336625827391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8868855336625827391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/estoy-aqui.html' title='Estoy Aqui'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEooleXmzSI/AAAAAAAABVE/yl-dzk4hqjU/s72-c/2412118074_4f9b02de5f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5382853003649678169</id><published>2010-07-23T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:36:30.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Quisiera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEomdawu0TI/AAAAAAAABU8/duLfomuChLA/s1600/699759324_8b497186c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497248582000890162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEomdawu0TI/AAAAAAAABU8/duLfomuChLA/s320/699759324_8b497186c0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quisiera arrancar de mi los recuerdos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y darle ESC a mi memoria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;dejarte de pensar por un momento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y darle suprimir a todo lo que siento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quisiera borrar todas las letras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;para ya no escribir tu nombre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;para no escribir lo que siento por ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque tengo que entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;que dejaste de sentir por mi aquel amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y desde ese dia mi mente se bloqueo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He intentado reiniciar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;una y otra vez... para ver si asi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hecho a perder mi memoria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y me olvido de una vez de ti.&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/6141742437574762879-5382853003649678169?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5382853003649678169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/quisiera.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5382853003649678169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5382853003649678169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/quisiera.html' title='Quisiera...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEomdawu0TI/AAAAAAAABU8/duLfomuChLA/s72-c/699759324_8b497186c0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8552667112954306679</id><published>2010-07-18T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:38:59.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>... Y si te dijera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;... Y si te dijera, que realmente Te Ame&lt;br /&gt;que en mi vida, nunca había sentido ese poder&lt;br /&gt;que mi corazón de felicidad vivia,&lt;br /&gt;que mis dias eran un collage de alegrias&lt;br /&gt;y mis sueños... tenian una razón de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Y si te dijera, que a tu lado pase&lt;br /&gt;que ibas tan distraido cuando te hable,&lt;br /&gt;ibas fumando... que numero de cigarro, no lo se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Y si te dijera, que nunca te olvide&lt;br /&gt;que has estado aquí en mi memoria,&lt;br /&gt;como desde el día que te conocí&lt;br /&gt;como aquella vez que escuche tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;y te oí reir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Y si te dijera que quiero amarte...y&lt;br /&gt;a tu lado vivir, ¿que me responderias?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8552667112954306679?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8552667112954306679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/y-si-te-dijera.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8552667112954306679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8552667112954306679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/y-si-te-dijera.html' title='... Y si te dijera'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3358269275158387506</id><published>2010-07-18T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:35:57.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Te Han Dicho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEO5zzBrIgI/AAAAAAAABU0/Vgp1WAAclDI/s1600/te+han+dicho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEO5zzBrIgI/AAAAAAAABU0/Vgp1WAAclDI/s320/te+han+dicho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495440269843833346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Te han dicho que tu eres como una melodia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; que llega y se queda, se queda eternamente en el corazón... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; te han dicho que eres inalcanzable e imposible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y te han dicho que yo te deseo sin cesar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; que tenga cuidado de la caricia de tu voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; de lo irresistible de tus labios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; porque te puedes convertir en el pecado de mis pensamientos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Te han dicho que eres como un suspiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; de esos que salen del alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; te han dicho que tus manos son como el sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y que acarician mi rostro por la mañana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; te han dicho que te pienso que no hay un segundo que no lo haga... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; que tu piel es seda que envuelve mis sueños, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; que tus ojos son 2 estrellas que iluminan mis madrugadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Te han dicho que tu cuerpo es como un pensamiento prohibido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; de esos que estallan en las noches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y que tus besos han de ser miel y la excitación que provocas en mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; al cerrar mis ojos al dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Te han dicho que la vida no tiene sentido sin ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; te han dicho que los dias pasan y se van, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; que quisiera que a mi lado estes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y te digo en estas lineas que todo eso eres para mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; que eres un hombre maravilloso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y que me enamore de ti, desde el primer instante que te vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6141742437574762879-3358269275158387506?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3358269275158387506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/te-han-dicho.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3358269275158387506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3358269275158387506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/te-han-dicho.html' title='Te Han Dicho'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEO5zzBrIgI/AAAAAAAABU0/Vgp1WAAclDI/s72-c/te+han+dicho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-6856791696266527562</id><published>2010-07-18T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:32:15.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Me Vas a Extrañar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEO4_zAGaMI/AAAAAAAABUs/0RHL1kMPRuQ/s1600/yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEO4_zAGaMI/AAAAAAAABUs/0RHL1kMPRuQ/s320/yo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495439376484034754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Me vas a extrañar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; el día que te digan que me fuí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; que agarre mis maletas para olvidarme de ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; algo imposible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; porque mi mente no la puedo desechar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; no la puedo dejar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; mi corazón esta unido a mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; no me lo puedo arrancar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Me vas a extrañar... y extrañaras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; todo aquello que te escribia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; nuestras conversaciones que eran divertidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; las locuras que se me ocurrian, y te decia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Me vas a extrañar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; el día que mi nombre se desvanezca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; que por ninguna parte lo veas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; y a los versos dedicados, le falten algunas letras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Me vas a extrañar... y te preguntaras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; ¿dónde esta?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-6856791696266527562?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6856791696266527562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-vas-extranar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6856791696266527562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6856791696266527562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-vas-extranar.html' title='Me Vas a Extrañar'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEO4_zAGaMI/AAAAAAAABUs/0RHL1kMPRuQ/s72-c/yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-1623937830705412582</id><published>2010-07-18T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:28:52.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Te QuierO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEO4EfqqpzI/AAAAAAAABUc/Yyp7ydEhJr8/s1600/36979_1230263976654_1830767584_461746_1196363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEO4EfqqpzI/AAAAAAAABUc/Yyp7ydEhJr8/s320/36979_1230263976654_1830767584_461746_1196363_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495438357681579826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quiero decirte que Te Quiero...y sabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; te lo dije ayer en mis sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; te lo dije hoy al despertarme... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; y te lo dire cada vez que en mis suspiros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; tu nombre pronuncie, incansable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Quiero decirte que Te Quiero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; y te lo digo cada vez que te pienso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; te lo digo sin que pueda verte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; te lo digo sin que puedas escucharme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Quiero decirte que Te Quiero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; pero tus oídos se niegan a escucharme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; y aunque cada vez que platico contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; mi corazón te lo dice en cada uno de sus latidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; por mas que yo quisiera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; se que no lo tomarias encuenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Que alegría sentiria si pudiera decirte que Te Quiero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; y aunque no me falta el valor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; me imagino tu respuesta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; por eso me callo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; y en silencio te digo cuanto TE AMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-1623937830705412582?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1623937830705412582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/te-quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1623937830705412582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1623937830705412582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/te-quiero.html' title='Te QuierO'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TEO4EfqqpzI/AAAAAAAABUc/Yyp7ydEhJr8/s72-c/36979_1230263976654_1830767584_461746_1196363_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7191981201418628606</id><published>2010-07-14T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:40:12.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>POEMA: De Mi Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TD50mmou3zI/AAAAAAAABUU/gqyF4mzHoqU/s1600/writing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TD50mmou3zI/AAAAAAAABUU/gqyF4mzHoqU/s320/writing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493956801993826098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoy en la noche supe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Que tenia que dejarte ir…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Y aunque te amo, como no tienes idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Se, que tu ya no a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Te confieso que pase noches sin dormir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Las lágrimas me hacían compañía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; El dolor se apoderaba de mis pensamientos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Pero entendí, que quizás no era amor lo que sentías por mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Porque a los pocos días, te olvidaste de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Jamás olvidare… aquellos momentos increíbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Que a distancia compartimos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Y al final se convirtieron en sueños rotos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; En ilusiones… en solo eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Hubo otra oportunidad, lo recuerdo muy bien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Y aceptaste por compasión tal vez…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Supe de tus labios, que en ese lapso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; A tu vida había llegado alguien más, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; He decidido ya no luchar más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Porque ahora ya encontraste tu felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Y no lo niego se me destroza el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; El corazón me duele sin cesar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Pero es el momento de decirle adiós a lo que siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Y llorar sin parar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Aunque mi corazón aniquilado este, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Me has pedido que te deje de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Te doy las gracias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Por los días tan hermosos que me hiciste pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Las sonrisas… lo dichosa que fui…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Por sentirme amada… por los te amo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Por quererme por mí forma de ser y de pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Y te deseo felicidad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Que hoy la que esta a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Te sepa comprender, te sepa amar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Que sea mejor persona de lo que yo pude ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Y te demuestre todo su amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Algo que yo ya no pude hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Ojala te ame, te ame de verdad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Este es el adiós más triste de mi vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Y este es el último te amo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Porque de mis labios aunque yo quisiera ya no lo escucharas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Pues aunque enamorada estoy de ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; De ti, me tengo que olvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; TE AMO…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Así en letras mayúsculas escrito esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; En cada latido de mi corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Este es el último te amo que te escribo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; y discúlpame por decirte  mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7191981201418628606?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7191981201418628606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/poema-de-mi-despedida.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7191981201418628606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7191981201418628606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/poema-de-mi-despedida.html' title='POEMA: De Mi Despedida'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TD50mmou3zI/AAAAAAAABUU/gqyF4mzHoqU/s72-c/writing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7426773655238511124</id><published>2010-07-14T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:32:46.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Si Mañana Me Voy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TD5zFXDF2YI/AAAAAAAABUM/Ar9dybh5QAQ/s1600/parejaD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TD5zFXDF2YI/AAAAAAAABUM/Ar9dybh5QAQ/s320/parejaD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493955131362105730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Si mañana me voy, recuérdame…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cuando veas las estrellas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cuando veas el color  rosa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cuando leas mis poemas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cuando escuches esas canciones que hicimos nuestras…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cuando enciendas un cigarro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Y llegue a tu mente el día que nos conocimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Has que se quede en tu memoria ese recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cuando yo… ya me haya ido…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Si mañana me voy… extráñame…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Y recuerda nuestras charlas nocturnas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Aquellas locuras que hicimos por teléfono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Aquellos momentos donde se detenía el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Y recuérdame… tan solo recuérdame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Si mañana me voy… piensa en mí…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cierra los ojos, y recuerda mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Porque tu voz, se ha quedado tatuada en mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Recuerda… y recordare…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cuando nos decíamos Te amo, me haces falta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Cuando te escribía todas aquellas palabras de amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Y recuerda el final de nuestra historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Recuérdala…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Si algún día quieres saber de mí…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Mira al cielo y pregúntale a Dios por mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; El te dirá que estoy bien…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Y cuando el viento acaricie tu rostro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Seré yo, dándote aquel beso que nunca se dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7426773655238511124?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7426773655238511124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-manana-me-voy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7426773655238511124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7426773655238511124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-manana-me-voy.html' title='Si Mañana Me Voy'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TD5zFXDF2YI/AAAAAAAABUM/Ar9dybh5QAQ/s72-c/parejaD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8501727009325099009</id><published>2010-07-08T16:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:41:11.387-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>El, ya me Olvido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TDZFrAZpAZI/AAAAAAAABUE/d25UIG5qLDA/s1600/el+ya+me+olvido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TDZFrAZpAZI/AAAAAAAABUE/d25UIG5qLDA/s320/el+ya+me+olvido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491653400769134994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami, porque me duele tanto el alma…&lt;br /&gt;Porque siento un dolor indescriptible en el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Siento que mis manos me fallan,&lt;br /&gt;Siento que mis ojos, son como un océano desbordándose de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Si; el… ya me olvido&lt;br /&gt;Y siento un hueco en el estomago,&lt;br /&gt;Que me hace falta la respiración&lt;br /&gt;Siento que me duele todo el cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;Siento bloqueada la razón.&lt;br /&gt;Si; el… ya me olvido&lt;br /&gt;Me lo dijo ayer por teléfono&lt;br /&gt;Y que tiene un nuevo amor…&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me viste embrocada en la cama,&lt;br /&gt;No estaba durmiendo,&lt;br /&gt;Estaba llorando mi dolor en silencio&lt;br /&gt;Estaba calmando mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Y discúlpame si al decirte todo esto&lt;br /&gt;El océano de lágrimas ya se desbordo&lt;br /&gt;Y mi voz ahogada no me salen las palabras,&lt;br /&gt;Compréndeme… pero me es difícil entender&lt;br /&gt;Que el… que el ya me olvido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8501727009325099009?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8501727009325099009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-ya-me-olvido.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8501727009325099009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8501727009325099009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-ya-me-olvido.html' title='El, ya me Olvido...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TDZFrAZpAZI/AAAAAAAABUE/d25UIG5qLDA/s72-c/el+ya+me+olvido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5041561552297399093</id><published>2010-07-08T16:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:34:05.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Fingias Amarme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TDZECY33u_I/AAAAAAAABT8/G5s1VnXzH0g/s1600/just-another-love-story-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TDZECY33u_I/AAAAAAAABT8/G5s1VnXzH0g/s320/just-another-love-story-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491651603452115954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fingias amarme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; fingias extrañarme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; fingias quererme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; me decias Te amo sin sentirlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; porque ya besabas otros labios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; que nunca fueron, ni seran los mios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Fingias amarme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; fingias las palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; fingias soñarme contigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; porque tu cama la compartias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; mientras yo... me imaginaba contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Fingias amarme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; y pense que la culpa la tenia yo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; la distancia y el destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; pero que equivocada estaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; y hoy de tu propia voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; he escuchado los motivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-5041561552297399093?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5041561552297399093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/fingias-amarme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5041561552297399093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5041561552297399093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/fingias-amarme.html' title='Fingias Amarme'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TDZECY33u_I/AAAAAAAABT8/G5s1VnXzH0g/s72-c/just-another-love-story-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3801662344816301977</id><published>2010-07-02T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T04:15:51.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>PARTE DE MI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC6B3Gx40RI/AAAAAAAABT0/sgm941G1l8c/s1600/girl,photography,sexy,expressive,portrait,woman-4e422bfbab40e89a06eede38eb478484_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC6B3Gx40RI/AAAAAAAABT0/sgm941G1l8c/s320/girl,photography,sexy,expressive,portrait,woman-4e422bfbab40e89a06eede38eb478484_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489467779523858706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Me es difícil entender, me es difícil comprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y tener que aceptar que pasaran los días...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y las noches frías, y tú junto a mi no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Es triste saber que mis labios no los besaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;que mi piel no la acariciaras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;que mis manos no estarán junto a las tuyas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;que nunca haremos el amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;que todo eso, en sueños se quedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Me haces falta... lo confieso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;te necesito... lo reitero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y aunque estas a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kilómetros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; de mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;puedo sentirte cerquita de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Nunca te dejare de amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;porque siempre... seras parte de mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-3801662344816301977?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3801662344816301977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/parte-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3801662344816301977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3801662344816301977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/parte-de-mi.html' title='PARTE DE MI'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC6B3Gx40RI/AAAAAAAABT0/sgm941G1l8c/s72-c/girl,photography,sexy,expressive,portrait,woman-4e422bfbab40e89a06eede38eb478484_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-65310227068424342</id><published>2010-07-02T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:10:13.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Me Rompiste el Corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ayer;&lt;br /&gt;me rompiste el corazón en 1000 pedazos&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos se quebraron,&lt;br /&gt;mis manos temblaron&lt;br /&gt;y senti un dolor fulminante en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;que me calo hasta los huesos...&lt;br /&gt;hasta el cerebro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me rompiste el corazón&lt;br /&gt;y así se quedo... los pedazos los tire&lt;br /&gt;no tiene caso construirlo otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;¿dime que hice mal? para que me rechazaras...&lt;br /&gt;para que despreciaras mi amor,&lt;br /&gt;si lo que siento por ti es sincero&lt;br /&gt;¿dime, porque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; rompiste cruelmente mi corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-65310227068424342?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/65310227068424342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-rompiste-el-corazon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/65310227068424342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/65310227068424342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-rompiste-el-corazon.html' title='Me Rompiste el Corazón'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-1088158857558415520</id><published>2010-07-02T19:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:08:32.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>¿SERA QUE EXISTA LA PERSONA, QUE ME AYUDE A ENCONTRARLO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC5_TlHbYsI/AAAAAAAABTs/m9_udPX2aow/s1600/sera+que+existe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC5_TlHbYsI/AAAAAAAABTs/m9_udPX2aow/s320/sera+que+existe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489464970168722114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Me he preguntado muchas veces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; si de verdad existe, del que tanto me han hablado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; hace unos meses pense que habia pasado por aqui, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; pero en realidad creo que no fue así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Hasta el día de hoy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; no puedo asegurar al 100% su existencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; las pruebas con mis lagrimas se perdieron, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; crei haberlo encontrado... pero solo fue un sueño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Como me lo describieron, me lo imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; pero me mintieron, me engañaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; no es así como me platicaron, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; porque dicen que es algo hermoso...maravilloso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; pero de el, solo he conocido el dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Ha pasado junto a mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; que por el, conozco el color gris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; nunca he visto al amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; solo conozco el dolor, el desamor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Desde niña creí en el, que si existia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; pero hay algo en mi, que muere cada día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; ¿será que exista la persona que me ayude a encontrarlo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; ¿será que exista la persona que me muestre que el amor, si existe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; solo me queda esperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; esperar, esperar y esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-1088158857558415520?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1088158857558415520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/sera-que-exista-la-persona-que-me-ayude.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1088158857558415520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1088158857558415520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/sera-que-exista-la-persona-que-me-ayude.html' title='¿SERA QUE EXISTA LA PERSONA, QUE ME AYUDE A ENCONTRARLO?'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC5_TlHbYsI/AAAAAAAABTs/m9_udPX2aow/s72-c/sera+que+existe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8909118409971171582</id><published>2010-07-02T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:05:40.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Me has pedido que te olvide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC5-qRhZIgI/AAAAAAAABTk/H1dKEWxYifw/s1600/me+has+pedido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC5-qRhZIgI/AAAAAAAABTk/H1dKEWxYifw/s320/me+has+pedido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489464260534280706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me has pedido que siga con mi vida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que lo nuestro se acabo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que estas saliendo con alguien más, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Y que lo mismo debería de hacer yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Me has pedido, algo difícil de asimilar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que te olvide… que te saque de mi corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; No me pidas eso, no por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que al escucharte sentí morir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Un dolor se me clavo aquí, aquí en el pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Tarde en recapacitar, en entrar en razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Fue un golpe duro para mi y mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Y no se como explicar, lo que siento hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Me has pedido que te olvide…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Y lo escucho mi corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Es difícil decir adiós cuando se ama…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Pero esa… esa fue tu decisión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8909118409971171582?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8909118409971171582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-has-pedido-que-te-olvide.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8909118409971171582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8909118409971171582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-has-pedido-que-te-olvide.html' title='Me has pedido que te olvide...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC5-qRhZIgI/AAAAAAAABTk/H1dKEWxYifw/s72-c/me+has+pedido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-6841918857186280036</id><published>2010-07-02T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T19:03:21.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>Aquí en mi alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC5-FIfl2eI/AAAAAAAABTc/pzr3-ksa8hQ/s1600/aqui+en+mi+alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC5-FIfl2eI/AAAAAAAABTc/pzr3-ksa8hQ/s320/aqui+en+mi+alma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489463622455646690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquí en mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;ultimamente escribo palabras sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;le doy 1000 marometas a la mente,&lt;br /&gt;y no logro concentrarme...&lt;br /&gt;aquella que fui, se ha desvanecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí en mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;donde puedo ser yo...&lt;br /&gt;ultimamente estoy ausente&lt;br /&gt;y dicen que mis ojos reflejan tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;tristeza de no verte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí en mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;donde la imaginación no tenia limites&lt;br /&gt;trato de recordarte, pero todo lo veo borroso&lt;br /&gt;y es que... este dolor que llevo en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;ya no me deja ver, de tanto sufrimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí en mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;te llevo... y creo que lo mejor es dejarte ir...&lt;br /&gt;se que sufrire, y que llorare&lt;br /&gt;pero como tu muy bien me lo dijiste...&lt;br /&gt;no puedo hacerme ilusiones, donde ya no existen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6141742437574762879-6841918857186280036?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6841918857186280036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/aqui-en-mi-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6841918857186280036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6841918857186280036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/aqui-en-mi-alma.html' title='Aquí en mi alma'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC5-FIfl2eI/AAAAAAAABTc/pzr3-ksa8hQ/s72-c/aqui+en+mi+alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5701928571705596719</id><published>2010-07-01T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:05:53.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A N T O L O G I A'/><title type='text'>A N T O L O G I A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC1XB5_PJjI/AAAAAAAABTU/Owy1gXy9rco/s1600/antologia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC1XB5_PJjI/AAAAAAAABTU/Owy1gXy9rco/s400/antologia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489139211092043314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Cuando estabas conmigo el cielo era lindo, por  ti supe lo que es realmente Amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&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/6141742437574762879-5701928571705596719?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5701928571705596719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/n-t-o-l-o-g-i.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5701928571705596719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5701928571705596719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/n-t-o-l-o-g-i.html' title='A N T O L O G I A'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TC1XB5_PJjI/AAAAAAAABTU/Owy1gXy9rco/s72-c/antologia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-2053423288444179118</id><published>2010-06-20T19:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:08:25.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Solia Tener Un Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6tNlKjo_I/AAAAAAAABTM/rGnJHg0F4bE/s1600/AQUIEN+LE+CONTARAS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6tNlKjo_I/AAAAAAAABTM/rGnJHg0F4bE/s320/AQUIEN+LE+CONTARAS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485011845010138098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Solia tener un amor... que nunca fue mío...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Solía tener un amor… si, el tuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Cuando todo era bello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Cuando disfrazábamos la distancia através de una línea de teléfono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Cuando el te amo, era lo primordial entre nosotros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Cuando imagine que la tristeza se había ido para siempre de mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Y cuando las lagrimas habían quedado como un cero a la izquierda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Solía tener un amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Con el cual compartí, muchos sueños, muchas ilusiones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Hoy, todo aquello sea desvanecido…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Se ha perdido… se esta olvidando…quedo en medio de nosotros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; la terrible distancia, que cala los huesos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Que borra los recuerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Solía tener un amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Que hacia que mis mañanas fueran grandiosas y mis noches maravillosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Que decía que me amaba… que yo, era todo para el,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Y con sus palabras, me hacia tocar el cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Solía tener un amor… y creía tenerlo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Pero hoy me he dado cuenta que nunca fue así,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Porque cuando me decía te amo, pensaba en  alguien mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Su amor, sus pensamientos,los compartía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Solía tener un amor… pero nunca fue solo mío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-2053423288444179118?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2053423288444179118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/solia-tener-un-amor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2053423288444179118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2053423288444179118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/solia-tener-un-amor.html' title='Solia Tener Un Amor'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6tNlKjo_I/AAAAAAAABTM/rGnJHg0F4bE/s72-c/AQUIEN+LE+CONTARAS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3100500459533212426</id><published>2010-06-20T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:05:53.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Confieso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6srReluWI/AAAAAAAABTE/z4ZVz_yWV-s/s1600/Imagen00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6srReluWI/AAAAAAAABTE/z4ZVz_yWV-s/s320/Imagen00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485011255609899362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Que me siento triste, decepcionada, desilusionada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; A mis ojos, tu desamor le robó el brillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Lo que me escribiste, hizo que se borrara la alegría de mis labios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Y cuando lo escuche de tu voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; El dolor se clavo en mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Veo la noche llegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Y me saluda tristemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Busco la luna, desesperadamente y no esta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Las estrellas están apagadas, no alumbran mi soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Y oigo el eco del viento... que me dice... ya no llores mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Confieso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Que te amo… que te sueño sin cesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Mas el silencio me dice, que te deje de pensar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Porque tu, me has sacado de tu vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; No me amas ya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; O tal vez nunca me amaste… y solo fui para ti un juego, una más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Confieso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Que quisiera arrancarte de mi pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Y darle un tiro al recuerdo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Dejar de llorar en las noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Y dejar de pedirle a Dios... tenerte de nuevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-3100500459533212426?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3100500459533212426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/confieso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3100500459533212426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3100500459533212426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/confieso.html' title='Confieso...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6srReluWI/AAAAAAAABTE/z4ZVz_yWV-s/s72-c/Imagen00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-6555486037961623847</id><published>2010-06-20T18:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T04:16:38.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Por Si No Vuelvo a Verte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6r7rNU8tI/AAAAAAAABS8/YJP4O8ROlFY/s1600/esosm_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6r7rNU8tI/AAAAAAAABS8/YJP4O8ROlFY/s320/esosm_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485010437883097810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Quisiera decirte lo que llevo en mi corazón escrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; cada recuerdo que sale de mi alma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; choca con el anhelo de besar tus labios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y en cada nota, de cada canción que escucho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; tu nombre se impregna en cada celula de mi piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Nunca pense guardarme tanto amor, como lo hago hoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y te confieso mi amor, que me muero por estar a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; aunque se, que es algo imposible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y que solo en mis sueños, te tendre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Se hicieron inmensas tus palabras, con olor a chocolate amargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; me quede con sed, con sed de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; a veces no quisiéramos escuchar cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; que nos hieren, que nos dañan el alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; mas el destino se encargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y en mis oídos tus palabras se quedaron tatuadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; he escrito en aquella libreta que nunca llego a tus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; que TE AMO... que te pienso cada día...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; que el tiempo pasa lentamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; y lo dejo aquí escrito, por si no vuelvo a verte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-6555486037961623847?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6555486037961623847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/por-si-no-vuelvo-verte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6555486037961623847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6555486037961623847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/por-si-no-vuelvo-verte.html' title='Por Si No Vuelvo a Verte'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6r7rNU8tI/AAAAAAAABS8/YJP4O8ROlFY/s72-c/esosm_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-656825121380068833</id><published>2010-06-20T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:49:51.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>C U R A N DO M E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6o7VikbsI/AAAAAAAABSs/Xohq9wTQDlc/s1600/corazon+roto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6o7VikbsI/AAAAAAAABSs/Xohq9wTQDlc/s320/corazon+roto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485007133531729602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Todo era felicidad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Cuando entre tú y yo el amor se desbordaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Hoy me siento vacía…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Guardando los recuerdos, cada palabra dicha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Me hicieron falta cajas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Desde aquella vez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; El tiempo pasa lentamente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Cada segundo son inmensas horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Mi cuarto huele a tristeza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Ya no suena el teléfono,  y cuando llega a sonar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Le pido a Dios que seas tú… pero no…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; La ilusión se vuelve a derrumbar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; El olvido se olvido de mí…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; El sol dejo de salir…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Las noches son vacías…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Las estrellas ya no brillan…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; La luna ya no me inspira…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Y este amor que hay en mi corazón me lastima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Y estoy aquí;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Viendo como remendar estas heridas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Que me han perforado el alma, hasta los huesos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Curándome el corazón hecho trizas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Curándome… a mi misma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-656825121380068833?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/656825121380068833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/c-u-r-n-do-m-e.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/656825121380068833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/656825121380068833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/c-u-r-n-do-m-e.html' title='C U R A N DO M E'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6o7VikbsI/AAAAAAAABSs/Xohq9wTQDlc/s72-c/corazon+roto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-4187755108735658801</id><published>2010-06-20T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:46:25.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Te Tengo que Olvidar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6oH92O_3I/AAAAAAAABSk/IqMAOYLFtxM/s1600/SOLA+ESPERANDOTE1231100222_8492_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6oH92O_3I/AAAAAAAABSk/IqMAOYLFtxM/s320/SOLA+ESPERANDOTE1231100222_8492_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485006250998431602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Te tengo que olvidar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; ¿Que tiempo me llevara?, tal vez un día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; O una eternidad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Aunque todas las noches mis ojos se llenen de frío, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Y el corazón me lo tenga que desgarrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; De mi piel te he de borrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Te tengo que olvidar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Porque este amor, solo lo siento yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Descubrí que ya no vivo en ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Que de tu corazón me sacaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Que le has dicho adiós, a los recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Y que tiene días que de mí, te olvidaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Te tengo que olvidar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-4187755108735658801?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4187755108735658801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-tengo-que-olvidar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4187755108735658801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4187755108735658801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-tengo-que-olvidar.html' title='Te Tengo que Olvidar'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TB6oH92O_3I/AAAAAAAABSk/IqMAOYLFtxM/s72-c/SOLA+ESPERANDOTE1231100222_8492_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-4745036541956415896</id><published>2010-06-20T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:40:47.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>P O E S I A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hasta cuando habra poesía en mi?, ¿no lo se?&lt;br /&gt;tengo las herramientas necesarias&lt;br /&gt;y el corazón a flor de piel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para expresar a traves de mis letras&lt;br /&gt;lo que mi alma siente...&lt;br /&gt;lo que mis ojos lloran...&lt;br /&gt;lo que mis labios callan...&lt;br /&gt;y este sentimiento que se llama Amor,&lt;br /&gt;que lo tengo que ocultar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En algun espacio de nuestras vidas&lt;br /&gt;todos tenemos un momento de poeta,&lt;br /&gt;hacemos poesia recordando&lt;br /&gt;aquel primer amor...&lt;br /&gt;aquel beso dulce y tierno&lt;br /&gt;o cuando miras al cielo, y le preguntas algo a Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez me pregunte: ¿que es poesía para mi?&lt;br /&gt;y así lo resumi...&lt;br /&gt;es sentir que el alma se despega del cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;es un beso envuelto en papel de pasión,&lt;br /&gt;tristeza, soledad, melancolia reflejadas en lagrimas de desamor&lt;br /&gt;y es sentir que el corazón se desborda de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tenga vida... mientras siga soñando...&lt;br /&gt;con un amor sincero, con horizontes lejanos,&lt;br /&gt;mis manos seguiran escribiendo poesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-4745036541956415896?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4745036541956415896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/p-o-e-s-i.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4745036541956415896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4745036541956415896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/p-o-e-s-i.html' title='P O E S I A'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3573407175099686872</id><published>2010-06-08T21:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:32:02.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>En El Cielo He Escrito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA788FSw3vI/AAAAAAAABSc/0elknwkNAP8/s1600/Dreaming_by_Cocodrillo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA788FSw3vI/AAAAAAAABSc/0elknwkNAP8/s320/Dreaming_by_Cocodrillo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480595905699700466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;En el cielo he escrito todas aquellas palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; que para ti yo tenia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; en mis manos han quedado grabadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; las frases en sonetos que el poder de tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; alimentaron para escribirse en lineas acarameladas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; te escribo con el corazón en la mano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; y con dolor en mi alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; porque aunque yo te diga que me ha quedado claro todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; la verdad, es que yo te sigo amando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; mi voz se ha quebrado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; queriendo traspasar los limites de un amor en desamor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; mas se refugia en los recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; queriendo encontrar una explicación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; a tu lado... sentia que el mundo tenia a mis pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; que los sueños eran hermosos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; que las flores no eran de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; En el cielo te dejo escrito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; mis pensamientos... y mi eterno amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; que olvidarte no se me hace facil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Tu me manques y Je t'aime sera devoción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; te escribo con la lluvia en mis ojos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; y en cada estrofa encerrada esta nuestra canción, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; cancion... que a diario escucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; porque así, calmo la agonia de mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Hoy te escribo que entre tus brazos me soñe un día, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; que tus labios, los he besado cerrando los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; y que tus manos las he rozado al ver aquella foto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Junto a  la flor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; estan mis poemas de amor, que escribi SOLO PARA TI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; en mi alma por siempre te llevare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; y cada vez que te acuerdes de mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; mira el cielo, porque así de inmenso sigue siendo mi amor por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-3573407175099686872?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3573407175099686872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/en-el-cielo-he-escrito.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3573407175099686872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3573407175099686872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/en-el-cielo-he-escrito.html' title='En El Cielo He Escrito'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA788FSw3vI/AAAAAAAABSc/0elknwkNAP8/s72-c/Dreaming_by_Cocodrillo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8172050574299158693</id><published>2010-06-08T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:21:22.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Migajas de tu Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA76XJY-zcI/AAAAAAAABSU/E-BMjn6pPI0/s1600/Mans_i_petals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA76XJY-zcI/AAAAAAAABSU/E-BMjn6pPI0/s320/Mans_i_petals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480593072121105858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya no espero las migajas de tu amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Hoy comprendí que siempre me diste eso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Mas la verdad duele como no tienes idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Porque yo, te entregue todo mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Ya no espero las migajas de tu amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Duele saber que solo eso me dabas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Me ilusionaste… me enamoraste…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Y yo todo te creí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Migajas de tu amor recibí…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Migajas de tu amor, eran para mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8172050574299158693?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8172050574299158693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/migajas-de-tu-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8172050574299158693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8172050574299158693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/migajas-de-tu-amor.html' title='Migajas de tu Amor'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA76XJY-zcI/AAAAAAAABSU/E-BMjn6pPI0/s72-c/Mans_i_petals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-6962121735549803844</id><published>2010-06-07T18:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:50:13.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>L E N T A M E N T E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA2EwUD3I3I/AAAAAAAABSM/U21--2P6GvY/s1600/basilisk_1_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA2EwUD3I3I/AAAAAAAABSM/U21--2P6GvY/s320/basilisk_1_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480182287133254514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lentamente... silenciosamente... calladamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; le pedire al corazón que te deje de pensar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; porque, por mas que le pido al cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; volverte a tener en mi vida... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; el silencio se hace eterno, y mi dolor se agudiza mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Me he pedido a mi misma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; no sentir... no pensar... no llorar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; y dejar de temblar por el dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; que tu desamor... provoca en mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; y mis lagrimas parecen un mar sin cesar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Y así lentamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; como llega el día, y llega la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; yo; te he de olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; así como tu ya me olvidaste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; asi aprendere de ti... aprendere a olvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-6962121735549803844?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6962121735549803844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/l-e-n-t-m-e-n-t-e.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6962121735549803844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/6962121735549803844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/l-e-n-t-m-e-n-t-e.html' title='L E N T A M E N T E'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA2EwUD3I3I/AAAAAAAABSM/U21--2P6GvY/s72-c/basilisk_1_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7421677755801332592</id><published>2010-06-07T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:42:00.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>O L V I D A R ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA2DZZuvUfI/AAAAAAAABSE/VaBEayxWj5c/s1600/After-Sweet-Kiss-13-WF6IFTGJWY-800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA2DZZuvUfI/AAAAAAAABSE/VaBEayxWj5c/s320/After-Sweet-Kiss-13-WF6IFTGJWY-800x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480180794006655474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yo también aprenderé a olvidar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Olvidar… es escribirle al tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Sanar las heridas que quedan en el alma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Que quedan en el corazón…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Es el dolor que queda en el pecho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cuando los te amos se han esfumado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cuando los mensajes se han olvidado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Olvidar…es lo que hiciste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Y yo aun no puedo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Aunque en silencio trato de hacerlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cuando ya no suena el teléfono…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cuando tus palabras son indiferentes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cuando mi nombre lo has olvidado…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cuando el recuerdo de nuestro amor, lo has tirado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Olvidar… es decirte te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Y tu me respondes no insistas mas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Por ti solo siento cariño, el amor que sentia por ti… ya quedo atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7421677755801332592?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7421677755801332592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-l-v-i-d-r.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7421677755801332592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7421677755801332592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-l-v-i-d-r.html' title='O L V I D A R ...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TA2DZZuvUfI/AAAAAAAABSE/VaBEayxWj5c/s72-c/After-Sweet-Kiss-13-WF6IFTGJWY-800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-4607680011963063606</id><published>2010-06-06T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:09:12.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>PoemA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pasarás por mi vida sin saber que pasaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; pasarás en silencio por mi amor y al pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; fingiré una sonrisa, como un dulce contraste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; del dolor de quererte... Y jamás lo sabrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Soñaré con el nácar virginal de tu frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Soñaré con tus ojos de esmeraldas de mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Soñaré con tus labios desesperadamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Soñaré con tus besos... Y jamás lo sabrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Quizás pasarás con otra que te diga al oído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; esas frases que nadie como yo te dirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; y ahogando para siempre mi amor inadvertido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Te amaré más que nunca.....Y jamás lo sabrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Yo te amaré en silencio como algo imposible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; como un sueño que nunca lograré realizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; y el lejano perfume de mi amor imposible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; rozará tus cabellos... Y jamás lo sabrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Si un día una lágrima denuncia mi tormento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; el tormento infinito que te debo ocultar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; te diré sonriendo; No es nada...ha sido el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Me enjuagaré la lágrima... Y jamás lo sabrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;José Angel Buesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1910-1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-4607680011963063606?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4607680011963063606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/poema.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4607680011963063606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4607680011963063606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/poema.html' title='PoemA'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-3486416432849223041</id><published>2010-06-06T23:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:35:46.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Amor Imposible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;El; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tiene la sonrisa perfecta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;su mirada es tierna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tiene MANOS fuertes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;su voz me gusta, me fascina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;es un deleite para mis oídos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sus labios  son una caricia de cielo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cada vez que pronuncio su nombre mi corazón  suspira, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;como se llama? se llama AMOR y se apellida IMPOSIBLE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Para ti... que tu nombre ahora es...  Amor Imposible&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/6141742437574762879-3486416432849223041?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3486416432849223041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor-imposible.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3486416432849223041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/3486416432849223041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor-imposible.html' title='Amor Imposible'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5145700758475377204</id><published>2010-06-06T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:39:53.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Te Amo, Pero Tengo que Olvidarte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAw-LMRL7DI/AAAAAAAABR8/pbXq22bJiqQ/s1600/new-moon-sountrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAw-LMRL7DI/AAAAAAAABR8/pbXq22bJiqQ/s320/new-moon-sountrack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479823208595844146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Te amo, pero tengo que olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;y en silencio te dare mi eterna despedida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;fuiste el protagonista de mis versos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;de mis versos mas amados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hoy los he guardado, para no hacerme mas daño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;al saber que mi corazón ya no tiene esperanza con el tuyo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;porque de tus labios he oído, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que tu ya estas buscando horizontes cercanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Te amo, pero tengo que olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;y explicarme a mi misma detalladamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que tu ya no sientes nada por mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;porque lo que han escuchado mis oídos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;las veces que hemos hablado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lastiman mi corazón, y en silencio mis lágrimas hablan por mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Te amo como no tienes idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;como nunca he amado a nadie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;y a pesar de no tenerte cerca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;y que nunca te he sentido, que nunca te he besado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que nunca te tuve, y nunca te tendre entre mis brazos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;tengo que olvidarte... como tu me has olvidado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6141742437574762879-5145700758475377204?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5145700758475377204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-amo-pero-tengo-que-olvidarte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5145700758475377204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5145700758475377204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-amo-pero-tengo-que-olvidarte.html' title='Te Amo, Pero Tengo que Olvidarte...'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAw-LMRL7DI/AAAAAAAABR8/pbXq22bJiqQ/s72-c/new-moon-sountrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8374450292753137187</id><published>2010-06-06T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:07:13.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>M A Q U I L L A J E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAw265wlhGI/AAAAAAAABR0/CkjalhsBCb4/s1600/megan-fox-ny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAw265wlhGI/AAAAAAAABR0/CkjalhsBCb4/s320/megan-fox-ny1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479815232167969890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;He maquillado mi rostro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;para ocultar mi tristeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;le he puesto gloss a mis labios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;para enmarcar mi sonrisa fingida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;he delineado mis ojos, para que tengan vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;y le he puesto blush a mis mejillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;para que no se note la agonía que me esta matando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;hoy en día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mientras me maquillo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;busco 1000 razones para olvidarte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;y veo como el delineador resbala por mi mejilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;al no poder contener mis lágrimas, al recordarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Quiero ser fuerte y no llamarte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;pero; me hace falta escuchar tu voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;y ni con el maquillaje puedo ocultar el dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;que hay en mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8374450292753137187?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8374450292753137187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/m-q-u-i-l-l-j-e.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8374450292753137187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8374450292753137187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/m-q-u-i-l-l-j-e.html' title='M A Q U I L L A J E'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAw265wlhGI/AAAAAAAABR0/CkjalhsBCb4/s72-c/megan-fox-ny1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5524603941949570756</id><published>2010-06-06T18:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:09:24.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Nunca me AmO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwpyB80cYI/AAAAAAAABRs/5_9sv49sVfQ/s1600/nunca+me+amo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479800786096779650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwpyB80cYI/AAAAAAAABRs/5_9sv49sVfQ/s320/nunca+me+amo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nunca me amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;crei en sus palabras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;en los sueños que forjamos una vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque el que ama de verdad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;no olvida tan facil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ni corre a los brazos de alguien mas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;decia que me amaba... y no era verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque mientras yo vivia enamorada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;el; salia con alguien mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nunca me amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y yo; le entregue todo mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y me lo devolvio roto en 2, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;con un dolor agonizante en el pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;con un diluvio en mis ojos...y se incremento todo eso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;al oir de sus labios... entiende, ya todo termino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;no insistas porfavor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;lo complicas demaciadoLorena; ya porfavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nunca me amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y tengo que superarlo, tengo que ser fuerte... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y pedirme a mi misma ya no llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pedirle al corazón que ya no llore mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque el, es feliz...con su nuevo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y tengo que calmar este dolor que se adherio a mi, y a mi corazón.&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/6141742437574762879-5524603941949570756?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5524603941949570756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/nunca-me-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5524603941949570756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5524603941949570756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/nunca-me-amo.html' title='Nunca me AmO'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwpyB80cYI/AAAAAAAABRs/5_9sv49sVfQ/s72-c/nunca+me+amo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-1115252707161160704</id><published>2010-06-06T18:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:03:04.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>No Quiero Saber Nada del Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwolWZ5TMI/AAAAAAAABRk/ijHV1ajHbm0/s1600/pink,bow,hand,neck,ribbon-50129713e086c2cb923899381148b660_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479799468737514690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwolWZ5TMI/AAAAAAAABRk/ijHV1ajHbm0/s320/pink,bow,hand,neck,ribbon-50129713e086c2cb923899381148b660_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No quiero saber nada del amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;y si llega a mi, que pase de largo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;porque mis puertas estan cerradas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;estan selladas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No quiero saber nada del amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;porque siempre salgo lastimada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;mi corazón no aguanta una herida mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;con la que me acaban de hacerlo han perforado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;lo han destrozado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No quiero saber nada del amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ya no quiero llorar, ya no quiero sentir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ya no quiero nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;quiero olvidar que existe esa palabra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ese sentimiento, ya no quiero amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;nunca mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;desde hoy sere...fría... despota...soberbia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;altiva... arrogante...caprichosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;a mi corazón le pondre una armadura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;para que no sienta y para que no vuelva a amar.&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/6141742437574762879-1115252707161160704?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1115252707161160704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-quiero-saber-nada-del-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1115252707161160704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1115252707161160704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-quiero-saber-nada-del-amor.html' title='No Quiero Saber Nada del Amor'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwolWZ5TMI/AAAAAAAABRk/ijHV1ajHbm0/s72-c/pink,bow,hand,neck,ribbon-50129713e086c2cb923899381148b660_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5839435796199716000</id><published>2010-06-06T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:45:40.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>5 MiNuToS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwWLDj7i2I/AAAAAAAABRc/sg5IYr8tDB0/s1600/LLAMAME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479779225793432418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwWLDj7i2I/AAAAAAAABRc/sg5IYr8tDB0/s320/LLAMAME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Estas tan distante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tan indiferente, tan frío, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que cuando quiero hablar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dices que ya es muy tarde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que te ha ganado el sueño, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que ya no sientes lo mismo que antes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que ya no me deseas, que ya no me amas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;y aquí en mi corazón la agonía se formo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;y mis ojos no han parado de llorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no han dejado de reclamarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hablemos 5 minutos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 minutos nada mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;quiero escuchar de tu labios, que ya no me amas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;se que me hago daño, pero aun no puedo comprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que ya no estarás a mi lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;moriré de amor... moriré sin ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;los recuerdos llegan a mi memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;todos aquellos sueños, que un día tejimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yo me veía a tu lado amándote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pero esos sueños en tu corazón ya se habían desvanecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 minutos mas... por favor... aun no termino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;quiero grabarme muy bien tu adiós, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;para que después yo le explique a mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;el porque esta angustia, el porque este dolor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;la razón de mis lagrimas...el porque mis sueños se han esfumado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;aunque será muy duro explicarle que tu ya no me amas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;y yo; me tengo que resignar con lo que acabo de oír, con tus palabras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las lagrimas no me dejan ver... el corazón enmudeció junto conmigo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/6141742437574762879-5839435796199716000?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5839435796199716000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-minutos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5839435796199716000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5839435796199716000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-minutos.html' title='5 MiNuToS'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwWLDj7i2I/AAAAAAAABRc/sg5IYr8tDB0/s72-c/LLAMAME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5078972255863679827</id><published>2010-06-06T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:29:23.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>DimE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwSqH52SgI/AAAAAAAABRU/CnC6wFRhFbU/s1600/DIME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479775361488538114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwSqH52SgI/AAAAAAAABRU/CnC6wFRhFbU/s320/DIME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dime;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;porque las llamadas han quedado en silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;busco 1000 explicaciones y no encuentro consuelo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;para el dolor que siente mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dime;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;porque tus palabras se han acortado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;porque mis suspiros me duelen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;y cuando logro escuchar tu voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;mi alma vuelve a tener vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;aunque se que me miente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dime;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;porque nuestro amor tuvo que terminar así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ya no se que hacer... para que vuelvas a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dime;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;porque me haces sufrir, porque no quieres escuchar a mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;las explicaciones que tiene que darle al tuyo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;por favor… solo dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dime;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;si no fuiste feliz a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;porque parece que sin mi, estas bien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;y si no es así, lo disimulas bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dime;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;si nunca me amaste, como te ame yo...y te dejare ir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;aunque por dentro sufra, y ante los demás, tenga que reír.&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/6141742437574762879-5078972255863679827?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5078972255863679827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/dime.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5078972255863679827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/5078972255863679827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/dime.html' title='DimE'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAwSqH52SgI/AAAAAAAABRU/CnC6wFRhFbU/s72-c/DIME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7007217536939324693</id><published>2010-06-05T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:59:26.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>NecesiTo OlvidarLo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAryGWasDKI/AAAAAAAABRM/9FmqkTUrtaM/s1600/judy-crying-in-bed-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479458087560285346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAryGWasDKI/AAAAAAAABRM/9FmqkTUrtaM/s320/judy-crying-in-bed-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;N E C E S I T O O L V I D A R L O ... y arrancarlo para siempre de aquí... de aquí de mi pecho... comprender... que ya todo termino, y hacerle entender a mi corazón que el... ya no siente amor, solo cariño... solamente cariño...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Señor: dame fuerzas para entender&lt;br /&gt;Para poder olvidarlo…&lt;br /&gt;Para cerrar los ojos y no pensar en el&lt;br /&gt;Para no soñarlo…&lt;br /&gt;Y borrarlo de mis labios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señor: el me dijo… que estando conmigo…&lt;br /&gt;No dejaba de pensar en otra persona,&lt;br /&gt;Que seguía sintiendo algo fuerte por ella&lt;br /&gt;Al leer lo que escribió… sentí mi corazón partirse en dos&lt;br /&gt;Y no pude evitar llorar, lo que me dijo…&lt;br /&gt;Me causo un gran dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señor: si yo lo amaba… el era mi todo&lt;br /&gt;Porque me hizo eso, ¿Por qué? No lo comprendo…&lt;br /&gt;Porque lastimarme así, de esa manera&lt;br /&gt;Al decirme, que aun sentía amor por ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se; que me hago daño al pensarlo&lt;br /&gt;Y he buscado más de 1000 maneras para olvidarlo…&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera arrancarme el corazón, para no sentir por el&lt;br /&gt;Aun tanto amor…&lt;br /&gt;Te pido Señor que me ayudes&lt;br /&gt;Que me ayudes por favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7007217536939324693?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7007217536939324693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/necesito-olvidarlo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7007217536939324693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7007217536939324693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/necesito-olvidarlo.html' title='NecesiTo OlvidarLo'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAryGWasDKI/AAAAAAAABRM/9FmqkTUrtaM/s72-c/judy-crying-in-bed-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7627606717260784356</id><published>2010-06-05T19:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:42:44.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Mis ManoS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TArtACZT1GI/AAAAAAAABRE/7_tMSGBok3Y/s1600/MIS+MANOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TArtACZT1GI/AAAAAAAABRE/7_tMSGBok3Y/s320/MIS+MANOS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479452481548440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;He despertado con la esperanza aún lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;cansada de llorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;el agua cae en mi rostro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;los recuerdos vienen una vez mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mi cama es un manojo de desorden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;el maquillaje no oculta mi soledad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;el espejo refleja mi falta de interés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;pero el día ha comenzado, y me faltas tú...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;para que salga el sol otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Camino como un zombie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;hablo y no logro escuchar mi voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;he salido en las noches, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;he hecho muchas cosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;para sacarte de mi mente, de mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;y aunque pienso que estaré bien, me equivoco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;porque no he dejado de amarte... no he dejado de pensarte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mis manos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;escriben de ti todo el tiempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;y no, no quiero entender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tiemblan al saber que me has dejado de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;y se rompen al saber que jamás me amaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;He repasado todo lo vivido contigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;he retenido las lágrimas, una vez más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;se me rompe el alma, se me rompe la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;quisiera decirte que te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;mis manos se mueren por escribírtelo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;mis manos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7627606717260784356?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7627606717260784356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/mis-manos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7627606717260784356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7627606717260784356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/mis-manos.html' title='Mis ManoS'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TArtACZT1GI/AAAAAAAABRE/7_tMSGBok3Y/s72-c/MIS+MANOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7036905927458509077</id><published>2010-06-01T23:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:44:15.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>Adios... Te Amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAXhg-9n0tI/AAAAAAAABQ8/t-Uc-nhNwgo/s1600/tumblr_kxuujinEzq1qzff5co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAXhg-9n0tI/AAAAAAAABQ8/t-Uc-nhNwgo/s320/tumblr_kxuujinEzq1qzff5co1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478032478539600594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He llegado a la conclusión, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;de tener que resignarme, tus labios se han sellado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y por mas que los mios te lo repiten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;solo queda un silencio... un vacio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;un dolor en mi alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;tristeza en mis ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He querido engañar al corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;al decirle que aun me amas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;pero; el ha sido el primero en saberlo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;desde aquel momento que te dije Te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y tus labios sellados, ni murmuros hicieron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hoy he comprendido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;que aunque yo te amo, tu ya no sientes lo mismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;adios... Te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;adios... olvido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;adios... recuerdos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;me despido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7036905927458509077?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7036905927458509077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/adios-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7036905927458509077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7036905927458509077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/adios-te-amo.html' title='Adios... Te Amo'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAXhg-9n0tI/AAAAAAAABQ8/t-Uc-nhNwgo/s72-c/tumblr_kxuujinEzq1qzff5co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-4996885513238234809</id><published>2010-06-01T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:01:12.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Todo CamBiO'/><title type='text'>TODO CAMBIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAXVf65MIgI/AAAAAAAABQk/Q2_DCAcZBNk/s1600/junio+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TAXVf65MIgI/AAAAAAAABQk/Q2_DCAcZBNk/s400/junio+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478019266127864322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;En una tarde gris, la felicidad que había en mi desapareció...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;cada sueño se fue derrumbando... el Amor, se convirtió en desamor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pero, al enterarme que el hombre que llenaba mis días de gloria estando conmigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;no dejaba de pensar en otra... TODO CAMBIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Y todo lo bueno que había en mi... hoy; ya no existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lorea Brito&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/6141742437574762879-4996885513238234809?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4996885513238234809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/todo-cambio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-2709566908090801351</id><published>2010-04-12T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:46:47.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RoManCe'/><title type='text'>FrasE</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Si lloro, es porque las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; se escapan de mis ojos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;y si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sonrió&lt;/span&gt; es para disimular la tristeza que hay en mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lorea Brito&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/6141742437574762879-2709566908090801351?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2709566908090801351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/frase.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2709566908090801351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/2709566908090801351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/frase.html' title='FrasE'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-1813582080204288188</id><published>2010-04-08T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:01:17.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RoManCe'/><title type='text'>Un Poema Para TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S76AxqQg9dI/AAAAAAAABQc/qQh5cKJhDgw/s1600/San_Valentin04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S76AxqQg9dI/AAAAAAAABQc/qQh5cKJhDgw/s320/San_Valentin04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457941389065123282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Me hace falta respirar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;el mismo aire que respiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ya no quiero soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;porque mis sueños sin ti, no tienen vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;cada palabra que digo, o cada palabra que escribo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;son suspirando por ti... porque al pensarte soy feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;mi corazón lo tienes entre tus manos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;amándote cada día... imaginándote a mi lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hoy; como cada día he pensado en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;en el color de tus ojos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;en la forma de tus labios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;en la forma de expresarte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;en la suavidad que ha de tener tu piel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Te amo... sin tener que pensarlo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;porque eres todo lo que anhelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;y me enloquece tu forma de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&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/6141742437574762879-1813582080204288188?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1813582080204288188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/un-poema-para-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1813582080204288188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/1813582080204288188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/un-poema-para-ti.html' title='Un Poema Para TI'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S76AxqQg9dI/AAAAAAAABQc/qQh5cKJhDgw/s72-c/San_Valentin04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7061144870602754240</id><published>2010-04-06T16:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:08:50.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RoManCe'/><title type='text'>ReconocimientO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7uiGUmYghI/AAAAAAAABQU/K8oSa2rFxM4/s1600/reconocimiento2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7uiGUmYghI/AAAAAAAABQU/K8oSa2rFxM4/s400/reconocimiento2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457133602982101522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Gracias Café Poetico, por este reconocimiento "Poeta del Mes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7061144870602754240?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7061144870602754240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/reconocimiento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7061144870602754240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7061144870602754240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/reconocimiento.html' title='ReconocimientO'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7uiGUmYghI/AAAAAAAABQU/K8oSa2rFxM4/s72-c/reconocimiento2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-6298833384988576059</id><published>2010-04-05T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:01:52.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RoManCe'/><title type='text'>Si... aceptas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7qoqy03jBI/AAAAAAAABQM/idvW1N2dURU/s1600/FallValentine%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456859351664266258" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7qoqy03jBI/AAAAAAAABQM/idvW1N2dURU/s320/FallValentine%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;SI ACEPTAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ofrezco mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Envuelto en una seda incondicional de amor&lt;br /&gt;Mis sentimientos son tuyos… acéptalos…&lt;br /&gt;Te bajaría las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;Escribiría en el cielo que TE AMO&lt;br /&gt;Para que todo el mundo se entere,&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy de ti, locamente enamorada&lt;br /&gt;Te regalo, te ofrezco, son solo para ti,&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos, mis labios, mis manos, mis sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo, mis sueños, mi corazón, mi razón,&lt;br /&gt;Mis pensamientos, mi sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Si aceptas, es porque sabes lo infinitamente que TE AMO&lt;br /&gt;Y porque a tu lado, seré eternamente FELIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-6298833384988576059?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7qoqy03jBI/AAAAAAAABQM/idvW1N2dURU/s72-c/FallValentine%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8940422192810752447</id><published>2010-04-05T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:18:28.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RoManCe'/><title type='text'>Quiero Quedarme en tu Recuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7qnWrQUZaI/AAAAAAAABQE/QLLX_8JUSsw/s1600/pink-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456857906522908066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7qnWrQUZaI/AAAAAAAABQE/QLLX_8JUSsw/s320/pink-kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quiero quedarme en tu recuerdo…&lt;br /&gt;Ser siempre parte de ti&lt;br /&gt;Que me necesites… que me añores…&lt;br /&gt;Que me sueñes… que me desees…&lt;br /&gt;Que pronuncies mi nombre en todo momento&lt;br /&gt;Y que cada latido de tu corazón, sea solo por mí…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para Jorge Guardiola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-8940422192810752447?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8940422192810752447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/quiero-quedarme-en-tu-recuerdo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8940422192810752447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8940422192810752447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/quiero-quedarme-en-tu-recuerdo.html' title='Quiero Quedarme en tu Recuerdo'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7qnWrQUZaI/AAAAAAAABQE/QLLX_8JUSsw/s72-c/pink-kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-7971407912245381024</id><published>2010-04-01T18:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:03:45.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RoManCe'/><title type='text'>Cuando Me Olvide de Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7VAdwDhXWI/AAAAAAAABPs/2hnCx9GZE-Y/s1600/Titanic-Winslet-Dicaprio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455337403489279330" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7VAdwDhXWI/AAAAAAAABPs/2hnCx9GZE-Y/s320/Titanic-Winslet-Dicaprio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cuando me olvide de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Habrá sanado la herida en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Habré superado las suplicas que te hice&lt;br /&gt;Habré superado que te ame sin condición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me olvide de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Habré olvidado tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;Habré olvidado la palabra NO&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto repetías… cuando yo me ahogaba con mis lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Suplicándote amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me olvide de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Habrá pasado en mí el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos ya no estarán hinchados,&lt;br /&gt;Y sabre que aun puedo seguir…&lt;br /&gt;Aunque por dentro me siga rompiendo en mil pedazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me olvide de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Sabre que todo lo he superado&lt;br /&gt;Aunque a veces llegue tu recuerdo a mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;Porque como dicen, un gran amor jamás se olvida&lt;br /&gt;Y tú estarás tatuado en mí en cada uno de mis huesos…&lt;br /&gt;En cada uno de mis átomos… en cada una de mis células…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me olvide de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Será el día que deje de respirar,&lt;br /&gt;El día que deje de sentir&lt;br /&gt;Como te vas a enterar ¡no lo se!,&lt;br /&gt;Pero a tus oídos llegara la noticia…&lt;br /&gt;Y te acordaras de este poema&lt;br /&gt;Que hoy, escribí pensando en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me olvide de ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7VAYJYqRfI/AAAAAAAABPk/JfYJNIPLpj4/s1600/titanic-movie-love-quote-21102852.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; En cada latido de mi corazón estaras presente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-7971407912245381024?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7971407912245381024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/cuando-me-olvide-de-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/7971407912245381024'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5137496620681823167</id><published>2010-04-01T18:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:04:20.457-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RoManCe'/><title type='text'>HOY QUE ES TU CUMPLEAÑOS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7U-wSnI1rI/AAAAAAAABPc/hBw7bI9X90g/s1600/22567_108997985781915_100000151421336_233186_3130936_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455335522979862194" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 229px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7U-wSnI1rI/AAAAAAAABPc/hBw7bI9X90g/s320/22567_108997985781915_100000151421336_233186_3130936_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoy que es tu cumpleaños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mis mejores deseos para ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que Dios te cuide y te protejaen todo momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;porque no te imaginas lo importanteque eres para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoy que es tu cumpleaños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;el mas hermoso sol saldra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;se vestira de fiesta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;y al momento que te vea te sonreira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoy que es tu cumpleaños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;viendote a los ojos te quisiera decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;¡que dicha tan grande el haberte conocido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;¿que seria de mi vida, hoy sin ti?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoy que es tu cumpleaños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;serenata te llevaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;el mejor mariachi contrataria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;y brindaria junto contigo toda la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;este año mas en tu vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoy que es tu cumpleaños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;con el corazón en la manote quiero decir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que me duele tu indiferencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yque me duelen las palabras de amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;que no te puedo decir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoy que es tu cumpleaños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1000 bendiciones para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1000 deseos hermosos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;y todo lo mejor del mundo para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-5652393955266804906</id><published>2010-04-01T18:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:05:18.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RoManCe'/><title type='text'>A Través de la Luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7U96IYkUNI/AAAAAAAABPU/ybw2LuxjkMI/s1600/chicaenlunadegina3wu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455334592521457874" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 219px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7U96IYkUNI/AAAAAAAABPU/ybw2LuxjkMI/s320/chicaenlunadegina3wu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ATRAVES DE LA LUNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero besarte… y através de la luna siento tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Respiro tu aliento… pruebo tus labios sabor a miel&lt;br /&gt;Me sueño a tu lado, sintiendo mariposas a nuestro alrededor,&lt;br /&gt;Iluminándonos estrellas de colores&lt;br /&gt;Y respirando la atmosfera del amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A través de la luna, hoy te quiero decir&lt;br /&gt;Que eres el amor de mi vida…&lt;br /&gt;Que si mañana dejo de existir,&lt;br /&gt;Te llevare eternamente en mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Y si por alguna razón me voy…&lt;br /&gt;Te dejo este verso&lt;br /&gt;Que en cada una de sus líneas hay un te amo… hay un te quiero…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A través de la luna quiero expresar&lt;br /&gt;Que si ya no te provocaba decirme te amo&lt;br /&gt;Si hoy o mañana dejo de respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Me quedara el recuerdo, de tu voz…&lt;br /&gt;De aquella vez que me dijiste ¡te amo mi amor!&lt;br /&gt;Y sabre que me amaste, porque en tus ojos veré&lt;br /&gt;La tristeza que no podrás ocultar,&lt;br /&gt;Porque estaré a tu lado, sintiendo el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Que en tu corazón se reflejara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-5652393955266804906?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7U96IYkUNI/AAAAAAAABPU/ybw2LuxjkMI/s72-c/chicaenlunadegina3wu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-6833941277976889203</id><published>2010-04-01T14:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:28:22.878-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RoManCe'/><title type='text'>ROMANCE DE LA LUNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7UqTkyJe_I/AAAAAAAABPM/OZZaZdxG7Pk/s1600/portada+romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455313039409118194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7UqTkyJe_I/AAAAAAAABPM/OZZaZdxG7Pk/s400/portada+romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7T_1MG7GJI/AAAAAAAABPE/YLgpx6hwz68/s1600/PORTADA+DE+ABRIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Porque eres tu... el que ilumina mi mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6141742437574762879-6833941277976889203?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6833941277976889203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Porque desde que te conocí,&lt;br /&gt;Es lo único que hago…&lt;br /&gt;Y cada mañana que despierto,&lt;br /&gt;Solo tu eres el que esta en mis pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te pienso…&lt;br /&gt;Tengo tantas cosas que decirte&lt;br /&gt;Una de ellas es que te amo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te pienso…&lt;br /&gt;Mientras siento la lluvia caer sobre mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;Mientas escucho todas esas canciones que me recuerdas,&lt;br /&gt;Porque no dejo de pensarte… no dejo de soñarte,&lt;br /&gt;Aquí en la desolación de mi cuarto&lt;br /&gt;Que me reclama tu presencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-342338856051600397?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/342338856051600397/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7GA_9N8yYI/AAAAAAAABOc/xK7XOrJZWhs/s72-c/dormir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-1232034574908602263</id><published>2010-03-29T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:53:52.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relato de mis Pensamientos'/><title type='text'>He Deshojado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7F1dJAQ0ZI/AAAAAAAABOU/kounCbPMMLo/s1600/books,photo,classics,black,blue,colorful-8c185ea28b13b91ccc901b96a53d0460_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454269767216058770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7F1dJAQ0ZI/AAAAAAAABOU/kounCbPMMLo/s320/books,photo,classics,black,blue,colorful-8c185ea28b13b91ccc901b96a53d0460_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;He deshojado mis sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;Y al corazón lo he vendado,&lt;br /&gt;He perdido los suspiros,&lt;br /&gt;Que una vez hice míos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He deshojado cada párrafo de mis poemas&lt;br /&gt;Y al viento he tirado el polvo&lt;br /&gt;Que quedaron de ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He deshojado la palabra amor&lt;br /&gt;Y al llegar a la última letra&lt;br /&gt;Se formo el desamor.&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/6141742437574762879-1232034574908602263?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1232034574908602263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;He soñado con alcanzar las estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;He soñado con un mundo color de rosa…&lt;br /&gt;He soñado que puedo abrazar el mundo…&lt;br /&gt;Pero… solo he soñado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soñado con cantar…&lt;br /&gt;He soñado que todo es felicidad…&lt;br /&gt;He soñado con un mundo ideal…&lt;br /&gt;Pero la vida misma, se ha encargado de que vea la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soñado que vuelo…&lt;br /&gt;He soñado con cuentos y fabulas…&lt;br /&gt;He soñado despierta…&lt;br /&gt;Y he soñado que hasta con Dios puedo platicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soñado que mis letras traspasan fronteras…&lt;br /&gt;He soñado que a mi lado estas,&lt;br /&gt;He soñado entre tus brazos estar&lt;br /&gt;Y he soñado que tus labios, los puedo besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/6141742437574762879-4760153092272584179?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4760153092272584179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-sonado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4760153092272584179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4760153092272584179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-sonado.html' title='He Soñado'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7F0UJA7WdI/AAAAAAAABOM/-_r1wpLx5VQ/s72-c/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_AIR_kawaii-chicken_26876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-8771760387328636940</id><published>2010-03-29T11:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:07:39.411-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relato de mis Pensamientos'/><title type='text'>Si ya no me Amas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7DeBMEpcrI/AAAAAAAABNk/zTixyULb6hw/s1600/A_mujer_asi_pensando_en_ti_30__11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454103260747625138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7DeBMEpcrI/AAAAAAAABNk/zTixyULb6hw/s320/A_mujer_asi_pensando_en_ti_30__11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No quiero que finjas, lo que ya no sientes&lt;br /&gt;Y es mejor que seas sincero…&lt;br /&gt;Se que dolerán las palabras, hasta los huesos&lt;br /&gt;Pero es mejor que duelan… porque pasara el dolor…&lt;br /&gt;A que finjas que me amas, y aniquiles el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has escuchado mi llanto&lt;br /&gt;Mis palabras desgarrarse…&lt;br /&gt;Y es que no te das cuenta que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Que sufro por tu indiferencia&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy de ti locamente enamorada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha quedado en mí, una gran tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Un vacío aquí, aquí en mi alma…&lt;br /&gt;Si ya no me amas, háblame sinceramente&lt;br /&gt;Y dime que por mi, ya no sientes nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se han ahogado suspiros incontrolables&lt;br /&gt;La angustia se apodero de mí,&lt;br /&gt;Si existe alguien mas, es mejor que lo digas…&lt;br /&gt;Para irme… de tu vida, para olvidarme… de ti…&lt;br /&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/6141742437574762879-8771760387328636940?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8771760387328636940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/si-ya-no-me-amas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8771760387328636940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/8771760387328636940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/si-ya-no-me-amas.html' title='Si ya no me Amas'/><author><name>Lorea Derechos de Autor copyright "©"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05957492521252258985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/TF4WvGYq9BI/AAAAAAAABWU/5FKeohoVA_Y/S220/yomi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S7DeBMEpcrI/AAAAAAAABNk/zTixyULb6hw/s72-c/A_mujer_asi_pensando_en_ti_30__11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141742437574762879.post-4384384243177887041</id><published>2010-03-27T12:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:08:01.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relato de mis Pensamientos'/><title type='text'>Ayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S65QCJ2D-cI/AAAAAAAABNM/fh_lr2ejApQ/s1600/pensando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453384196724881858" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 255px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rf8S81I4umk/S65QCJ2D-cI/AAAAAAAABNM/fh_lr2ejApQ/s320/pensando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ayer;&lt;br /&gt;Probé la nostalgia, en un sorbo de soledad&lt;br /&gt;Me di cuenta que la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;En mis ojos se reflejaba…&lt;br /&gt;Y sentí un dolor intenso en el pecho,&lt;br /&gt;Al saberte tan lejos… al saber que me amas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer;&lt;br /&gt;Platique con Dios…&lt;br /&gt;Sobre ti… sobre mi… sobre nuestro amor…&lt;br /&gt;Le pedí de favor que acorte la distancia,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sin ti, mi vida… ya no es nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer;&lt;br /&gt;Me dormí pronunciando tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Haciéndote mío, en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Haciendo mío tus labios…&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento fue mas intenso&lt;br /&gt;Que la cruda realidad me dijo que solo fue un sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6141742437574762879-4384384243177887041?l=bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4384384243177887041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitacoradeunamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/ayer.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6141742437574762879/posts/default/4384384243177887041'/><link rel='self' 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