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carbonizado&lt;br /&gt;-por la soledad e incomprensión&lt;br /&gt;-muerto mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;-yace ya en cenizas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Solo me queda enterrarlo&lt;br /&gt;-junto al alma hecha trizas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-8598835117935704944?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8598835117935704944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2012/03/dolor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/8598835117935704944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7698215247588275765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2011/11/distancia.html' title='DISTANCIA'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XhMfa8Zef1U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-3027570440138441035</id><published>2011-11-23T15:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:52:28.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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/&gt;-Hoy quisiera gritar &lt;br /&gt;-ha quien pudiera escuchar &lt;br /&gt;-pero mis gritos escondo &lt;br /&gt;-y quedan atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hoy hasta se ahogan mis frases &lt;br /&gt;-hoy ya se agotaron las fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;-hoy como tantos otros días &lt;br /&gt;-callo mi palabras &lt;br /&gt;-y hablan mis letras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hoy bailan ellas &lt;br /&gt;-al son de mis dedos &lt;br /&gt;-escapan a su antojo &lt;br /&gt;-aprovechando la debilidad &lt;br /&gt;-de unos dedos temblorosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA : Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3027570440138441035?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3027570440138441035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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CORAZON'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-4807631419304052284</id><published>2011-08-26T22:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:44:39.257+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HOY QUISIERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-otyDP70l30s/Tlga4cALTFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/KZD4AEJ-67g/s1600/imagesCADF0AA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645291689800846418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-otyDP70l30s/Tlga4cALTFI/AAAAAAAAAe0/KZD4AEJ-67g/s320/imagesCADF0AA5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hoy quisiera abrir de nuevo mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;-Hoy tiene la necesidad de expresar ,de dar un grito&lt;br /&gt;-de hablar aunque sea en este mi rinconcito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A medida que veo mi vida como va pasando&lt;br /&gt;-me doy cuenta cada vez de mis limitaciones,&lt;br /&gt;-Que van aumentando a pasos agigantados ,sin contemplaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hoy mi corazón necesita expresarse&lt;br /&gt;-pero mi mente lo mantiene encerrado&lt;br /&gt;-mas mi bloqueo no le deja ni tan si quiera esplayarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hoy sentía la necesidad de compartir mis sentimientos, mi sentir&lt;br /&gt;-Pero la verdad ya tengo poco que decir .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me gustaría pasear por la playa a la orilla del mar&lt;br /&gt;-sin tener que soportar dolor ,ni agotamiento&lt;br /&gt;-sin tener que parar cada pocos minutos para descansar exhausta&lt;br /&gt;-por agotamiento ,por un dolor sin compasión&lt;br /&gt;-estoy enfadada,siento rabia&lt;br /&gt;-por querer vivir ,y sentir ilusión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ya no se como hablar ,como diría aquella canción&lt;br /&gt;-supongo que este mi pequeño e humilde rincón&lt;br /&gt;-me acoge y me abro sin que pueda hacerle daño&lt;br /&gt;-de mis lamentos ,tristezas y dolores insoportables&lt;br /&gt;-de lo desilusionada y decepcionada con migo misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quisiera reír sin tener esa careta que esconde el dolor.&lt;br /&gt;-en definitiva quiero vivir ,simplemente vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HOY mi corazón quería dar un grito&lt;br /&gt;-quería expresar lo que yo con palabras no puedo&lt;br /&gt;-pero es tanta la impotencia que tengo ,que ni a el le dejo .&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA:Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="220" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMid5YqSY5c?version=3&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aunque no me dejes acercarme a ti&lt;br /&gt;-ni quieras abrir tu corazón junto al mio&lt;br /&gt;-quiero que pienses siempre&lt;br /&gt;-que eres mi cielo divino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aunque rechaces mis besos&lt;br /&gt;-acariciarte y tocar tu pelo,&lt;br /&gt;-quisiera que notaras&lt;br /&gt;-lo mucho que te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aunque no me hagas&lt;br /&gt;-participe&lt;br /&gt;-de tus alegrías ,de tus flaquezas&lt;br /&gt;-en mis pensamientos aplaudo tus triunfos&lt;br /&gt;-consuelo tus tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aunque no me dejes acercarme a ti&lt;br /&gt;-siempre ,siempre&lt;br /&gt;-me tendrás ahí,&lt;br /&gt;-pues eres mi razón de vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aunque no me dejes&lt;br /&gt;-y levantes muros e incluso murallas&lt;br /&gt;-mi corazón te seguirá&lt;br /&gt;-allá donde vallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDyuBEhHbKQ/Tet0jdI12cI/AAAAAAAAAec/3X6tbXAkpK8/s320/260dh74.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614709512913410498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Como gritar le al viento &lt;br /&gt;-Como llorar le al mar &lt;br /&gt;-Como decirle en un breve momento &lt;br /&gt;-que me deje respirar,&lt;br /&gt;-en este duro caminar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me siento como desplazada&lt;br /&gt;-De este nuestro mundo &lt;br /&gt;-A nadie le importa lo que yo pueda pensar &lt;br /&gt;-ya que en esta ruleta de la vida &lt;br /&gt;-yo no encuentro mi lugar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mas la gente gira a mi alrededor &lt;br /&gt;-y me siento tan diferente &lt;br /&gt;-mi cuerpo intenta seguirlos&lt;br /&gt;-pero el me pone tope &lt;br /&gt;-Me lastima y se resiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Malditos dolores&lt;br /&gt;-Maldita esta pena mía &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-En ningún caso a nadie quisiera lastimar &lt;br /&gt;-Mas callo mi penar &lt;br /&gt;-Mis inquietudes y mi mal estar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tan solo lloro letras &lt;br /&gt;-por si mitigan mi pesar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA :LAURA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-7083762408252309923?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7083762408252309923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2011/06/como-gritar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7083762408252309923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7083762408252309923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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guardar a buen recaudo&lt;br /&gt;-ocultos en mi cofre al mismo tiempo frágil otras cauto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pero este ,poco a poco se va res quebrajando&lt;br /&gt;-mas duele ir guardando y almacenado ,&lt;br /&gt;-tanto dolor tantos cuchillos que en forma de terribles puñaladas&lt;br /&gt;-te machacan todo el cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;-¿como lo explico? que mi corazón ya rebosa&lt;br /&gt;-que parece que muero y no hay medicina milagrosa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no pretendo obligar que se me entienda&lt;br /&gt;-ni mucho menos compasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-simplemente habla mi pequeña cajita rota&lt;br /&gt;-hoy llora mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hoy mi pequeña cajita esta agrietada,rota.&lt;br /&gt;-por esos cuchillos que duelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ese músculo roto hoy perece&lt;br /&gt;-hoy mi corazón se derrama&lt;br /&gt;-soltando palabras rotas&lt;br /&gt;-que en su debilidad de fuerzas carecen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Corazón roto para expresar&lt;br /&gt;-sentimientos ,mi razón y mi pesar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Esos puñales que se clavan muy ,muy dentro&lt;br /&gt;- sin tan siquiera poderme liberar&lt;br /&gt;-A corazón abierto intento expresar&lt;br /&gt;-esos puñales invisibles que consiguen mi nulidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A corazón abierto ,necesito gritar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA.LAURA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1331107117758444146?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1331107117758444146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2011/06/corazon-abierto.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title='DEJAME'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-9219040060819048336</id><published>2010-11-26T19:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:09:51.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TPAFWXhjvWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KTGpgfUxpmc/s1600/mariposa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TPAFWXhjvWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KTGpgfUxpmc/s320/mariposa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543937023123111266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SOY aire que pasa de puntillas &lt;br /&gt;-SOY brisa que roza tus mejillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ha veces huracán que quiere romper barreras&lt;br /&gt;-otras viento para cruzar fronteras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SOY lluvia cuando mis lágrimas brotan &lt;br /&gt;-o tal vez rocío de una mañana rota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SOY como una tormenta &lt;br /&gt;-cuando descarga su ira &lt;br /&gt;-ante una injusticia ,ante una mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SOY quizás como el agua &lt;br /&gt;-clara,transparente &lt;br /&gt;-soy como un río queriendo correr &lt;br /&gt;-a contracorriente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ASÍ soy,a veces débil&lt;br /&gt;-otras aparentemente fuerte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soy frágil como el cristal&lt;br /&gt;-en ocasiones dura como forjado metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SOY como la hiedra &lt;br /&gt;-que buscando un hilo de luz &lt;br /&gt;-va trepando por la húmeda piedra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ASÍ es como me siento &lt;br /&gt;-así tal cual soy&lt;br /&gt;-escribo mi sentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-9219040060819048336?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/9219040060819048336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/11/soy.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/9219040060819048336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/9219040060819048336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/11/soy.html' title='SOY'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TPAFWXhjvWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/KTGpgfUxpmc/s72-c/mariposa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-3083518811677663893</id><published>2010-11-17T11:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:43:43.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TOO-4ERjOFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sb2_vP9BjWc/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TOO-4ERjOFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sb2_vP9BjWc/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540481837025146962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUIZÁS esta noche me visite la luna&lt;br /&gt;-quizás se cuele muy despacio&lt;br /&gt;-por las rendijas de mi alma desnuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUIZÁS me ilumine con su luz&lt;br /&gt;-en mis sueños mas profundos &lt;br /&gt;-quizás esta noche me arrulle en su cuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUIZÁS ,solo quizás &lt;br /&gt;-sienta volar a otros mundos &lt;br /&gt;-mundos donde no exista dolor &lt;br /&gt;-ni amarguras ,ni resentimientos&lt;br /&gt;-ni tristeza alguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUIZÁS esta noche su rayo&lt;br /&gt;-color plata ,me de fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;-y mi corazón sienta esa pureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUIZÁS esta noche dejare &lt;br /&gt;-entreabierta mi ventana &lt;br /&gt;-para que entre con calma &lt;br /&gt;-y me arrope con su delicada sabana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bordada de hilo ,de hilo de plata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUIZÁS solo sea un sueño&lt;br /&gt;-tal vez estaré equivocada&lt;br /&gt;-o quizás no ,no lo se &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dejare la ventana entreabierta &lt;br /&gt;-por si pudiera ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-QUIZÁS esta noche ,un rayo de luna &lt;br /&gt;-me, meza en su cuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3083518811677663893?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3083518811677663893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/11/quizas.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1731829268673461739</id><published>2010-10-28T18:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:26:21.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NwW8Mbfetgw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NwW8Mbfetgw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-3222970112043713156</id><published>2010-10-28T16:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:42:17.930+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿HASTA CUANDO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TMmd5IgvHeI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lzjLG0gEGus/s1600/imagesCAK7N3EK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TMmd5IgvHeI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lzjLG0gEGus/s320/imagesCAK7N3EK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533127222064258530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HASTA cuando este mal sueño&lt;br /&gt;-hasta cuando esta terrible pesadilla &lt;br /&gt;-de la que quiero despertar ya &lt;br /&gt;-y sentir la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿HASTA CUANDO? escondida&lt;br /&gt;-hasta cuando hundida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hasta cuando,este dolor &lt;br /&gt;-que amarga mis días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hasta cuando esta tristeza &lt;br /&gt;-que rasga mi poca entereza &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Día a día ,esa es mi pregunta &lt;br /&gt;-que se instala en mi cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿HASTA CUANDO ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hasta cuando ¡¡dios!! &lt;br /&gt;-estas caretas &lt;br /&gt;-que escondiéndome tras ellas &lt;br /&gt;-oculto ,sentimientos ,llantos &lt;br /&gt;-y mis faltas de fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hasta cuando ? para mi es una pregunta&lt;br /&gt;-sin respuestas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hasta cuando querer y no poder &lt;br /&gt;-porque cuando ,crees que te sientes fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;-y lo intentas ,tropiezas con la realidad &lt;br /&gt;-Y vuelves a caer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hasta cuando?con ese negro antifaz&lt;br /&gt;-Que tapa la pura verdad &lt;br /&gt;-HASTA CUANDO ?&lt;br /&gt;-nos podremos desenmascarar&lt;br /&gt;-y enseñarles a tod@s &lt;br /&gt;-lo que se esconde de tras ?&lt;br /&gt;-HASTA CUANDO ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA.Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3222970112043713156?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3222970112043713156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/10/hasta-cuando.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3222970112043713156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3222970112043713156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/10/hasta-cuando.html' title='¿HASTA CUANDO?'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TMmd5IgvHeI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lzjLG0gEGus/s72-c/imagesCAK7N3EK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-9030847706212671209</id><published>2010-10-03T18:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:59:33.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPOTENCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TKi2LQqMnjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3qpiEOz32dE/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TKi2LQqMnjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3qpiEOz32dE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523865247536684594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Una impotencia que tapa sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;-una nulidad de un cuerpo &lt;br /&gt;-que desecho por el dolor &lt;br /&gt;-va marchitando se por momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-La incomprensión de algunas personas&lt;br /&gt;-Que un día creí que estaban a mi lado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en todo momento &lt;br /&gt;-En lo bueno y en lo malo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Impotencia de querer seguir creyendo en ellas &lt;br /&gt;-y sentir,notar que todo es una cruel mentira &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-que cuando realmente las necesitas &lt;br /&gt;-cogen y te tiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sin una sencilla pregunta&lt;br /&gt;-sin tan siquiera la inquietud &lt;br /&gt;-de como te va la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y te juzgan ,y te anulan &lt;br /&gt;-por ser diferente &lt;br /&gt;-por no seguir los mismos pasos &lt;br /&gt;-que sigue la gente .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mas por esa impotencia que siento &lt;br /&gt;-de rabia ,tristeza y amargura &lt;br /&gt;-permaneceré metida en mi armadura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA.Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-9030847706212671209?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TKi2LQqMnjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3qpiEOz32dE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-7749173959561273330</id><published>2010-09-22T12:22:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:35:44.390+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LIAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TJnf4SCgy_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gskFAmrrajE/s1600/feicaoeternidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519688976327298034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TJnf4SCgy_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gskFAmrrajE/s320/feicaoeternidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lía me con tus brazos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-llena me de sentimientos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y es que no quiero perder ,perder ni un momento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-en que tu corazón y el mio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-se susurren amor eterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lía me con tus besos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lía me con tus manos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y acaricia mi tez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-como la primera vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lía me ,lía me con fuerza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-atrapa me con tu dulzura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ata me con tu pureza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lía me con tu mirada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pues en ella me pierdo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y siento la calma .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lía me ,lía me con todo amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-el que solo tu sabes darme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lía me entre tu corazón &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-del que no quiero desatarme .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vn0QVWbvGqY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vn0QVWbvGqY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA.Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-7749173959561273330?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7749173959561273330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/09/liame.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7749173959561273330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7749173959561273330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/09/liame.html' title='LIAME'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TJnf4SCgy_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gskFAmrrajE/s72-c/feicaoeternidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1811451830315989845</id><published>2010-08-30T23:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:14:40.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/THwtKVsXewI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RLub0x6Mh9c/s1600/imagesCA8WMBNZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/THwtKVsXewI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RLub0x6Mh9c/s320/imagesCA8WMBNZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511329699639819010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Sed de beber la vida&lt;br /&gt;-gota a gota&lt;br /&gt;-sin medida .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Solo un vaso de vitalidad&lt;br /&gt;-tan solo una gota que sacie&lt;br /&gt;-esta sed mía&lt;br /&gt;-que amarga en mis labios&lt;br /&gt;-que seca mis días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quisiera regar mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;-mas se agrieta por momentos,&lt;br /&gt;-marchitando se hasta el fondo&lt;br /&gt;-mas allá de los cimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Necesito regar mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;-con ese agua bendita&lt;br /&gt;-porque mi ser ,se marchita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pues siento que va muriendo&lt;br /&gt;-poco a poco ,día a día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sed de beber la vida&lt;br /&gt;-gota a gota&lt;br /&gt;-sorbo a sorbo sin medida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA :Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1811451830315989845?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1811451830315989845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/08/sed.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1811451830315989845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1811451830315989845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/08/sed.html' title='SED'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/THwtKVsXewI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RLub0x6Mh9c/s72-c/imagesCA8WMBNZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-6752782624304033872</id><published>2010-08-14T22:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:54:10.059+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CON SOLO UNA MIRADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TGcNUunrT8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/3AaGzc0mIro/s1600/25676_381448976871_225760796871_4034510_6743086_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505383719246712770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TGcNUunrT8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/3AaGzc0mIro/s320/25676_381448976871_225760796871_4034510_6743086_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Con solo una mirada&lt;br /&gt;-te puedo decir que llenas mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Con solo una mirada&lt;br /&gt;-ríos de amor&lt;br /&gt;-se desbordan&lt;br /&gt;-en una gran cascada .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Con solo una mirada&lt;br /&gt;-te puedo decir&lt;br /&gt;-sin decirte nada .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tan solo con mirarte&lt;br /&gt;-se lo que es amarte .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Y ,con esa mirada&lt;br /&gt;-te digo ,sin decir nada&lt;br /&gt;-que de ti sigo y seguiré&lt;br /&gt;-enamorada .&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA:Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNE0kqIgzr0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNE0kqIgzr0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="254"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-6752782624304033872?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TGcNUunrT8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/3AaGzc0mIro/s72-c/25676_381448976871_225760796871_4034510_6743086_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1301554281237289563</id><published>2010-08-08T21:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:44:56.228+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AHOGANDO  SENTIMIENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TF8Ii9OR1aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZlVuc_6JeLo/s1600/imagesCAZBR8LN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503126666313061794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/TF8Ii9OR1aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ZlVuc_6JeLo/s320/imagesCAZBR8LN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ahogo mis sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;-con llantos enmudecidos de sufrimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aveces cesa la amargura&lt;br /&gt;-y parece que esta ,cura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pero resurge de su encierro&lt;br /&gt;-entonces siento que muero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Los vuelvo a sumergir&lt;br /&gt;-con mis llantos ya no tan mudos&lt;br /&gt;-ni mi temple tan sereno .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ya no la puedo reprimir ,&lt;br /&gt;-esta amargura que me envuelve&lt;br /&gt;-en su empeño me lía con sus ataduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Que duro es sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;-y aguantar la compostura .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Que  duro es luchar&lt;br /&gt;-sin rasgar las vestiduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Los llantos emergen ,si cabe con mas fuerza&lt;br /&gt;-La amargura resurge también con mas dureza .&lt;br /&gt;-ahogando me ,en cuerpo y alma&lt;br /&gt;-hasta perder la entereza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Que triste es sentir esta tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1301554281237289563?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1301554281237289563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/08/ahogando-sentimientos.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1301554281237289563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1301554281237289563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/08/ahogando-sentimientos.html' title='AHOGANDO  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type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3811524184424593562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3811524184424593562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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&lt;br /&gt;-el corazón se siente pleno &lt;br /&gt;-y así casi rozando &lt;br /&gt;-siento que vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mi viaje no es muy largo &lt;br /&gt;-pero si intenso ,placentero &lt;br /&gt;-en el puedo sentir el aire &lt;br /&gt;-acariciando mi pelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sigo soñando,mi sueño viajero&lt;br /&gt;-me dejo llevar por unos instantes&lt;br /&gt;-que casi rozando toco las nubes &lt;br /&gt;-de terciopelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-despierto volviendo a la cruda realidad&lt;br /&gt;-entonces siento que muero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aunque noto la sensación ,que casi rozando &lt;br /&gt;-he tocado el cielo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-6222501635845419737?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/S_b9JK34BmI/AAAAAAAAAb0/jOTnvYlJm0M/s72-c/mujerrqq.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-132048234614153119</id><published>2010-05-10T01:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:26:39.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DUELE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/S-dEcOeHg4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/0kZZsJqWtvw/s1600/PORQUE+DUELE+EL+AMOR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/S-dEcOeHg4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/0kZZsJqWtvw/s320/PORQUE+DUELE+EL+AMOR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469415524176200578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Duele fingir que todo va bien &lt;br /&gt;-duele decir que te sientes feliz &lt;br /&gt;-y duele infinito tener que mentir &lt;br /&gt;-cuando por dentro crees morir .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Solo yo se lo que cuesta seguir &lt;br /&gt;-levantarme día a día y luchar por sobrevivir .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Y duele si que duele &lt;br /&gt;-nada mas mi cuerpo ,mi mente &lt;br /&gt;-lucha permanentemente .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-por mas que lo explique &lt;br /&gt;-nadie lo entiende &lt;br /&gt;-no puedo culparles &lt;br /&gt;-no lo comprenden &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no comprenden ese dolor inexplicable &lt;br /&gt;-que me hace vulnerable .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y duele ,duele muy fuerte &lt;br /&gt;-sentirte sola ,sentirte diferente .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dios como duele tener que callar &lt;br /&gt;-lo que una siente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pero intento caminar &lt;br /&gt;-caminar por la vida &lt;br /&gt;-erguida ,de frente .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div 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con mucha gente y hacía reuniones familiares y de amigos a menudo. Me divertía mucho en los ratos libres...disfrutaba de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando empecé a tener problemas de salud no imaginaba el cambio que se avecinaba.&lt;br /&gt;Un día me diagnosticaron "tiene usted Fibromialgia"&lt;br /&gt;¿Y qué es eso? pregunté yo, porque nunca había oído ese nombre. El médico sin mirarme y muy de pasada me contestó: Nada grave, tomate un Xumadol de 1g si tienes dolor....&lt;br /&gt;Me fui a mi casa sin saber qué sería de mi vida. Tuve que informarme por mi cuenta sobre la enfermedad que me diagnosticó el reumatólogo, pero solo se puede conocer la Fibromialgia si la tienes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez estaba mas cansada, y el dolor era insufrible.... sin poder descansar por la noche. Me levantaba mas cansada que cuando me acostaba. No podía con mi cuerpo, no podía ir a trabajar.....mi cabeza era un caos. No conseguía concentrarme en nada, tuve que dejar de leer libros porque no retenía nada en mi memoria. Los despistes eran cada vez mas frecuentes. Se me olvidaban las cosas.....era una pesadilla que no acababa nunca. Empecé a sentirme insegura, los ataques de ansiedad eran constantes. Mi vida se convirtió en un infierno "nada grave" según dijo el reumatólogo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesitaba desesperadamente la comprensión y el apoyo de todos. Ahí es cuando empezó mi aislamiento.... la mayoría de amigos no comprendían mi enfermedad y dejaron de llamarme y de visitarme poco a poco hasta que desaparecieron....Con mi familia ocurrió mas o menos lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora solo tengo contacto con mis hijos, mi marido y algún familiar aunque la mayoría ya no están presentes en mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se lo reprocho.... es difícil estar al lado de alguien con Fibromiálgia. Posiblemente mi reacción sería como la de ellos, no lo se....&lt;br /&gt;Pero me encantaría que os acordarais de mí solo de vez en cuando.....estoy muy sola y muy aislada porque mi enfermedad no me permite hacer vida social. Me encantaría que vengas a tomar un café aunque sea media hora al mes. Ya se que no vienes por no molestarme, por si me encuentro mal, pero cuando estoy bien no necesito compañía....la necesito cuando estoy mal, sola, dolorida..... no esperes a que yo te llame porque no lo haré nunca por miedo a ponerte en un compromiso, a ser una carga, una imposición.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que me llames cada rato para preguntarme como me encuentro.....yo siempre estoy mal, incluso cuando digo que estoy bien. No quiero que vengas a escuchar lo mucho que me duele todo, solo necesito pasar un rato en compañía y hablar de cualquier cosa, reír, sentir que sigo viva, que sigo importándote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy la misma persona.... solo tienes que mirarme y me encontrarás seguro. Pero ahora no puedo hacer las cosas que hacía antes. Si me aceptas en mi nueva condición te será mas fácil entenderme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo quería que supieras que sigo estando aquí...y que si me necesitas cuentes conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;María Jesús Blanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuchu*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1111164161011699047?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1111164161011699047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/04/carta-para-familiares-y-amigos-de-los.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1111164161011699047'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/S9gp9B8owII/AAAAAAAAAbc/SDtO0-xBXrM/s1600/llanto-de-una-madre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/S9gp9B8owII/AAAAAAAAAbc/SDtO0-xBXrM/s320/llanto-de-una-madre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465164276285620354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-recuerdos son solo recuerdos &lt;br /&gt;-recuerdos que guardaba en una pequeña &lt;br /&gt;-y polvorienta caja &lt;br /&gt;-olvidada en un rincón&lt;br /&gt;-en algún lugar del alma &lt;br /&gt;-en algún sitio dentro de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-recuerdos son solo recuerdos &lt;br /&gt;-que se han escapado ,que han resurgido &lt;br /&gt;-volando a su antojo y rompiendo mi calma .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lo se son solo recuerdos &lt;br /&gt;-momentos pasados &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y aunque creí ha ver aprendido &lt;br /&gt;-a olvidarlos ,a enterrarlos &lt;br /&gt;-han vuelto a mi vida &lt;br /&gt;-se recrean en mi mente a su antojo &lt;br /&gt;-sin medida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-no quiero mirar hacia tras &lt;br /&gt;-ahora me siento perdida &lt;br /&gt;-y lo se son solo recuerdos &lt;br /&gt;-de una vida ya vivida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pero esos recuerdos hacen sangrar&lt;br /&gt;-de nuevo una herida .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-4429449449420297556?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/4429449449420297556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/04/recuerdos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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vacío interior &lt;br /&gt;-que me aprieta las entrañas &lt;br /&gt;-ahogando me en dolor &lt;br /&gt;-haciendo me sentir &lt;br /&gt;-atada entre telarañas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Y se escapa un suspiro &lt;br /&gt;-de impotencia incontrolada&lt;br /&gt;-en mi voz se pierde &lt;br /&gt;-mi ultima palabra .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sumergida en el mas profundo vacío&lt;br /&gt;-voy buscando sin control&lt;br /&gt;-esa salida que espera ,&lt;br /&gt;-quiero sentir los rayos de sol &lt;br /&gt;-abrazando mi alma entera .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pues aveces siento que emerjo &lt;br /&gt;-pero es pura irrealidad&lt;br /&gt;-el vacío que me embarga &lt;br /&gt;-me unde en la inmensidad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y me pierdo en el vacío&lt;br /&gt;-como barco a la deriva &lt;br /&gt;-vacío que me ata &lt;br /&gt;-con fuerza ,sin medida &lt;br /&gt;- un vacío enorme del que me siento cautiva .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA :Laura&lt;div 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abrazos intensos&lt;br /&gt;-pues en esos preciosos momentos&lt;br /&gt;-me salvas del mas oscuro de los infiernos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en tu pecho me acurruco&lt;br /&gt;-a escuchar tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;-para mi son suaves latidos&lt;br /&gt;-que susurran dulces sonidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-con sus notas ,siempre serenas&lt;br /&gt;-capaces de calmar mis penas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y te busco y me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;-en tus abrazos mas tiernos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en tu cálido regazo&lt;br /&gt;-recostada en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;-se alivia mi corazón,escuchando al tuyo&lt;br /&gt;-en un amor inmenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emitiendo una dulce canción&lt;br /&gt;-que apacigua mi sufrimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y te busco y me pierdo &lt;br /&gt;-en tus brazos siempre tiernos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/S24DP2cHHzI/AAAAAAAAAak/cvoUOCxBYts/s320/laberinto4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435285371129110322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laberinto de pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;-donde se enredan mis sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;-que luchan por salir huyendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-una luz brillante alumbra la salida&lt;br /&gt;-mis ojos y mis manos la intentan alcanzar&lt;br /&gt;-pero las fuerzas me fallan y no lo puedo lograr&lt;br /&gt;-y aquí sigo ,en mi laberinto&lt;br /&gt;-del cual no puedo escapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en el ,solo me acompaña&lt;br /&gt;-sentimiento de culpa&lt;br /&gt;-un querer y no poder&lt;br /&gt;-un dolor que me embarga&lt;br /&gt;-un necesito entender&lt;br /&gt;-una fuerza que no encuentro&lt;br /&gt;-un por favor ayuda me&lt;br /&gt;-una tristeza absoluta&lt;br /&gt;-y una perdida de fe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y cada vez mi laberinto&lt;br /&gt;-se expande sin miramiento&lt;br /&gt;-dejando me sola &lt;br /&gt;-y en total aislamiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a lo lejos veo esa luz &lt;br /&gt;-que brilla con una esperanza&lt;br /&gt;-por mas que alzo mis manos &lt;br /&gt;-no consigo agarrarme a la vida &lt;br /&gt;-y así en mi laberinto &lt;br /&gt;-sigo dando vueltas ,y perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1379957734334842413?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1379957734334842413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2010/02/laberinto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pierde en sus cadenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ella que aniquila &lt;br /&gt;-ilusiones encontradas&lt;br /&gt;-ella me fulmina&lt;br /&gt;-hasta caer derrotada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ella aunque se esconde&lt;br /&gt;-se pasea y te corroe&lt;br /&gt;-a pasos agigantados &lt;br /&gt;-la vida te la rompe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ella que al nombrarla&lt;br /&gt;-hay ojos que fulminan&lt;br /&gt;-ella es poderosa&lt;br /&gt;-cruel y maligna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ella te deja casi muda &lt;br /&gt;-no sabes como explicar&lt;br /&gt;-no sabes como decir&lt;br /&gt;-ella te incapacita&lt;br /&gt;-ella te hace sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-4662068540165075145?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SzD-kmEpygI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JkZPCjvp1kc/s320/20080724124943-madre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418110256375515650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-madre tu que me diste el ser&lt;br /&gt;-cuidaste y aun a mis años cuidas de mi&lt;br /&gt;-con palabras de aliento&lt;br /&gt;-llenando mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;-de caricias y sentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me guiaste en los caminos &lt;br /&gt;-en los que tenia que escoger&lt;br /&gt;-dejaste aveces que me equivocara&lt;br /&gt;-para de mis errores aprender&lt;br /&gt;-tu siempre estas ahí &lt;br /&gt;-ayudando me a comprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-que en la vida se cierran puertas&lt;br /&gt;-pero algunas solo se encajan &lt;br /&gt;-para poder entrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tu madre mía &lt;br /&gt;-que aun proteges mi día a día&lt;br /&gt;-acariciando mi cobardía&lt;br /&gt;-haciendo me renacer&lt;br /&gt;-en valentía&lt;br /&gt;-para afrontar la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-para ti madre ,madre mía &lt;br /&gt;-esta sincera poesía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3456951297233374585?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3456951297233374585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/madre-tu-que-me-diste-el-ser-cuidaste-y.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3456951297233374585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3456951297233374585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/madre-tu-que-me-diste-el-ser-cuidaste-y.html' title='MADRE'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SzD-kmEpygI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JkZPCjvp1kc/s72-c/20080724124943-madre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-5211604310819556750</id><published>2009-12-21T23:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:03:59.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIERO DESEAROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1327154051121051202</id><published>2009-12-15T20:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:27:16.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PEQUEÑO VELERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SyfrDpUsXkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MDLzLywrLsg/s1600-h/olas-rocas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SyfrDpUsXkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/MDLzLywrLsg/s320/olas-rocas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415555524801093186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pequeño velero&lt;br /&gt;-que un día quisiste&lt;br /&gt;-salir del gran arenal &lt;br /&gt;-que te unía en el suelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-avanzaste poco a poco día a día &lt;br /&gt;-con leves esfuerzos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hasta que un día lograste &lt;br /&gt;-acariciar la orilla &lt;br /&gt;-con sus olas cristalinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y te hechas te a la mar &lt;br /&gt;-sin mirar nunca hacia atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pequeño y frágil velero&lt;br /&gt;-en la inmensidad del mar &lt;br /&gt;-con tus velas lograste &lt;br /&gt;-tocar el cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-velero ingenuo, delicado ,pequeño&lt;br /&gt;-el mar era tu hogar &lt;br /&gt;-y ahora viajas solo en tu empeño.&lt;br /&gt;-pequeño velero ,comprende&lt;br /&gt;-que tu mar al que tenias tanto anhelo &lt;br /&gt;-en inmensamente inmenso.&lt;br /&gt;-y al navegar solo &lt;br /&gt;-te pierdes en el universo .&lt;br /&gt;-AUTORA:Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zCoO3ZLKo0&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-4162737788092981218</id><published>2009-12-10T22:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:15:54.987+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a unas amigas que un dia encontre en la magia de internet'/><title type='text'>PENSANDO EN TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SyFwYpvZcVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cq-cmf02dJ4/s1600-h/20070502113724-gracias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SyFwYpvZcVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cq-cmf02dJ4/s320/20070502113724-gracias.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413731795899871570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy no empiezo directa mente con mi poema ,antes quiero dedicar &lt;br /&gt;este a unas amigas ,que un día encontré en un pequeño aparato que no savia ni como funcionaba llamado ordenador ,la verdad que encontrarlas fue una liberación ,porque me ayudaron mucho a comprender cosas que no entendía referente a una enfermedad llamada fibromialgia ,les quiero dar las gracias por su paciencia ,por sus consejos y por estar siempre ahí ,aguantando mis rabietas de no asimilar mi enfermedad ,y también por sacarme una sonrisa que eso vale mucho ,os quiero y mil gracias por ser mis amigas ,y ser como sois :os quiero &lt;br /&gt;PARA VOSOTRAS:LUNA LLENA,CUCHU,OIANA,KIRA VANE &lt;br /&gt;espero que os guste &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pensando en ti &lt;br /&gt;-amanece un nuevo día&lt;br /&gt;-me abres las puertas &lt;br /&gt;-me das la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tu que estas ahí&lt;br /&gt;-al otro lado de la pantalla&lt;br /&gt;-tu siempre tu &lt;br /&gt;-que me ayudas en cada batalla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pensando en ti &lt;br /&gt;-mi corazón se llena&lt;br /&gt;-de una amistad sincera&lt;br /&gt;-de una amistad plena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-una plenitud inmensa&lt;br /&gt;-que abraza mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;-pensando en ti &lt;br /&gt;-vais rompiendo &lt;br /&gt;-mi caparazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-solo tu haces que me sienta arropada&lt;br /&gt;-solo tu me arruyas cuan blanda almohada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pensando en ti ,en cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;-en cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;-por eso os dedico este escrito&lt;br /&gt;-porque os quiero mucho &lt;br /&gt;-porque os necesito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seguiré mirando cada noche por mi ventana &lt;br /&gt;-para observar esas estrellas &lt;br /&gt;-que que cuidan mis madrugadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seguiré luchando por vuestra amistad &lt;br /&gt;-porque amigas como vosotras &lt;br /&gt;-son unos tesoros dificiles de encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-4162737788092981218?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SyFwYpvZcVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cq-cmf02dJ4/s72-c/20070502113724-gracias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-3557251827572099811</id><published>2009-12-09T19:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:14:55.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A UN PASO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sx_o7fe4s0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/0l4-L_W_MDk/s1600-h/descalza2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sx_o7fe4s0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/0l4-L_W_MDk/s320/descalza2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413301385883595586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a un paso del suplicio&lt;br /&gt;-solo a un paso del delirio&lt;br /&gt;-y paso a paso &lt;br /&gt;-se derrumba mi pequeño&lt;br /&gt;-gran castillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;-solo a un paso&lt;br /&gt;-de caer al precipicio&lt;br /&gt;-con las ilusiones rotas&lt;br /&gt;-en pequeños pedacitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aun paso de perder la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;-mas aunque alzo mis manos&lt;br /&gt;-mi fuerza no me alcanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a solo un paso &lt;br /&gt;-a solo uno &lt;br /&gt;-miro al ocaso&lt;br /&gt;-y no encuentro el alivio&lt;br /&gt;-aun paso,solo a uno &lt;br /&gt;-del delirio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3557251827572099811?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sx_o7fe4s0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/0l4-L_W_MDk/s72-c/descalza2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-6886734114087711796</id><published>2009-12-07T21:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:27:42.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UN TE QUIERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sx1kt6n1LOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fHXf5Buh3pk/s1600-h/abrazos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sx1kt6n1LOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fHXf5Buh3pk/s320/abrazos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412593067162414306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-un te quiero&lt;br /&gt;-un por ti muero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-un abrazo eterno&lt;br /&gt;-un amor verdadero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-una caricia sutil&lt;br /&gt;-un beso sellado en carmín.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-una dulce palabra de amor&lt;br /&gt;-un te amo por que si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-un corazón que palpita&lt;br /&gt;-un susurro que suscita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-unas mariposas&lt;br /&gt;-que a tu llegada&lt;br /&gt;-danzan animosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y aunque pasen miles de años &lt;br /&gt;-de ti seguiré enamorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-con tu mirada sincera ,calmada&lt;br /&gt;-todo eso eres tu &lt;br /&gt;-mi vida,mi paz &lt;br /&gt;-mi tesoro y mi calma&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-6886734114087711796?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sx1kt6n1LOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fHXf5Buh3pk/s72-c/abrazos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-3755672684051130292</id><published>2009-12-02T22:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:13:39.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTIMIENTOS OCULTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SxbmbttyxnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/o50nB1dcIUs/s1600-h/silencio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SxbmbttyxnI/AAAAAAAAAW0/o50nB1dcIUs/s320/silencio1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410765366134752882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-callare mis sentimientos &lt;br /&gt;-en ellos me encerrare &lt;br /&gt;-pues preferiré que mis palabras &lt;br /&gt;-se las lleven los vientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a lugares recónditos &lt;br /&gt;-lugares secretos &lt;br /&gt;-donde nadie ,sienta &lt;br /&gt;-el remordimiento&lt;br /&gt;-de sentirse complice&lt;br /&gt;-de mis lamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-callare mis dudas&lt;br /&gt;-los porques,de mis preguntas &lt;br /&gt;-inquietudes,pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;-en los mas oscuros &lt;br /&gt;-escondites,de mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sentimientos ocultos&lt;br /&gt;-que quizás nadie &lt;br /&gt;-pudiere entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-los ocultare ,bien ocultos &lt;br /&gt;-en cada recodo de mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mas si yo no los entiendo &lt;br /&gt;-quedaran enterrados &lt;br /&gt;-a los que les cuesta entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sentimientos ocultos &lt;br /&gt;-en lugares recónditos &lt;br /&gt;-de mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div 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pasar &lt;br /&gt;-invitas a soñar ,en pequeños deseos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-por eso por eso mi estrellita &lt;br /&gt;-mi estrella fugaz &lt;br /&gt;-yo con anhelo te espero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-953072285857070557?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/953072285857070557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/12/estrella-fugaz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/953072285857070557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>EN ALGUN LUGAR DEL ALMA MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sw6Bml-rmEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/YAzwRwYbfqs/s1600/1808370amapol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sw6Bml-rmEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/YAzwRwYbfqs/s320/1808370amapol1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408402702548572226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en algún lugar &lt;br /&gt;-del alma mía &lt;br /&gt;-se que encontrare &lt;br /&gt;-la felicidad perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en algún lugar&lt;br /&gt;-del alma mía &lt;br /&gt;-la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;-desvanecerá&lt;br /&gt;-y vendrá el día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en algún lugar&lt;br /&gt;-del alma mía &lt;br /&gt;-escondido brilla el sol &lt;br /&gt;-con sus rayos &lt;br /&gt;-al corazón ilumina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en algún lugar del alma &lt;br /&gt;-del alma mía&lt;br /&gt;-buscare conforte&lt;br /&gt;-y armonía &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seguro que todo eso &lt;br /&gt;-lo hayare algún día&lt;br /&gt;-en algún lugar &lt;br /&gt;-del alma mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-8518494088517518705?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8518494088517518705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/en-algun-lugar-del-alma-mia_26.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/8518494088517518705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1794547844334732976</id><published>2009-11-25T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:39:16.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CUERPO ROTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SwG--enA3QI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jLdmIWC5AXQ/s1600/870140_c34bc2a3c3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SwG--enA3QI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jLdmIWC5AXQ/s320/870140_c34bc2a3c3_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404811008399170818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cuerpo roto por el dolor &lt;br /&gt;-entre lamentos y sollozos ocultos&lt;br /&gt;-para que nadie sepa el por que de mi temor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-temor callado ,mas este dolor&lt;br /&gt;-me hunde hasta lo mas profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me acompaña en mi día a día &lt;br /&gt;-ya no puedo ni luchar ,ni unirme a ella&lt;br /&gt;-una enfermedad que ataca que martiriza&lt;br /&gt;-que arrasa todo tu cuerpo e inutiliza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-encima se mantiene en la penumbra&lt;br /&gt;-encima sigue escondida&lt;br /&gt;-por mucho que tu te expliques&lt;br /&gt;-creen que eres una loca empedernida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hablo de una enfermedad sin escrupulos,desmedida&lt;br /&gt;-para quien no interesa le es desconocida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tal vez tu hayas oído hablar de ella por encima.&lt;br /&gt;-hablo de una cruel enfermedad&lt;br /&gt;-que no te aniquila &lt;br /&gt;-pero si crees morir en vida.&lt;br /&gt;-con este escrito ,no quiero dar pena &lt;br /&gt;-ni mucho menos lastima&lt;br /&gt;-solo quisiera que nos tuvieran en cuenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-porque vivir así es un suplicio ,una amargura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-por favor hagan algo ,por favor ayuda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura una enferma de fibromilagia &lt;br /&gt;como muchas mas que sufren esta 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-7042269771418892928</id><published>2009-11-10T16:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:17:22.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CANTAN LOS DELFINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmD60pREGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/BnmfI-IL3XI/s1600-h/dolphin-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmD60pREGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/BnmfI-IL3XI/s320/dolphin-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402494274595000418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cantan los delfines&lt;br /&gt;-abrazan las almas con suaves melodías&lt;br /&gt;-protegiéndolas de todas las melancolías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cantan los delfines&lt;br /&gt;-saltando olas de plata&lt;br /&gt;-buscando querubines &lt;br /&gt;-que acompañen su sonata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cantan los delfines,con voz angelical&lt;br /&gt;-con su canción van danzando&lt;br /&gt;-al unisono del mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cantos celestiales&lt;br /&gt;-suenan en los mares&lt;br /&gt;-las sirenas se despiertan&lt;br /&gt;-al oír sus cantares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cantan los delfines&lt;br /&gt;-emiten dulces notas&lt;br /&gt;-saltando olas de plata&lt;br /&gt;-buscando querubines&lt;br /&gt;-que acompañen sus sonatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-7042269771418892928?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7042269771418892928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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desatada&lt;br /&gt;-todos frente a mi &lt;br /&gt;-nadie dice nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-atada,amarrada&lt;br /&gt;-ahogando la mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sintiéndome perdida &lt;br /&gt;-en un laberinto de espina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-atada al dolor &lt;br /&gt;-ataduras que abrasan &lt;br /&gt;-cuerdas que queman&lt;br /&gt;-quiero escapar y no encuentro manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-atada al dolor con fuertes nudos &lt;br /&gt;-gritos silenciosos &lt;br /&gt;-gritos casi mudos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1993860321624728040?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1993860321624728040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/atada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1993860321624728040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1993860321624728040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/atada.html' title='ATADA'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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alcoba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nostalgia de ti amor mio &lt;br /&gt;-siento nostalgia de todo junto a ti vivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lágrimas buscándote&lt;br /&gt;-por senderos y caminos&lt;br /&gt;-corazón triste dividido&lt;br /&gt;-de nostalgia y cariño&lt;br /&gt;-mas siento nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;-al creerte perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cuidare tu fragancia&lt;br /&gt;-la que dejaste aquel día&lt;br /&gt;-¡¡cuanto te quiero vida mía!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me dejaste en compañía&lt;br /&gt;-de tus cartas con poemas y versos&lt;br /&gt;-nostalgia de ti ,de tu magia de tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-6374682896944719638?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvcAK8Q8ahI/AAAAAAAAATA/hbeEh9bHtq0/s72-c/soy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-8282612315702390822</id><published>2009-11-06T22:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:09:08.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvSb9ZoY8cI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3rlJIEfzTxQ/s1600-h/d70965b0ad05ece51b750c2mv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvSb9ZoY8cI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3rlJIEfzTxQ/s320/d70965b0ad05ece51b750c2mv6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401113332278686146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-al viento le contare un día&lt;br /&gt;-mis pesares,dudas y lamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-al viento le pediré&lt;br /&gt;-que me abrace con su dulce bravura&lt;br /&gt;-con su cálida fuerza&lt;br /&gt;-que me cobije en su remolino&lt;br /&gt;-para sentirme mas segura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-buscare ese soplo tan vital&lt;br /&gt;-y renueve mi respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-al viento le pediré algún día &lt;br /&gt;-que se traiga de compañía&lt;br /&gt;-remolinos de hojas bailarinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mas al enredarme &lt;br /&gt;-en su ligero baile&lt;br /&gt;-sentiré agilidad &lt;br /&gt;-que me alce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-al viento le contare un día &lt;br /&gt;-mis pesares,dudas y lamentos&lt;br /&gt;-solo cuando me acompañe el &lt;br /&gt;-con su frescor y pureza.&lt;br /&gt;-haciendo me sentir que vuelo&lt;br /&gt;-ágil como el &lt;br /&gt;-ágil como el viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-8282612315702390822?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8282612315702390822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/viento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/8282612315702390822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/8282612315702390822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/viento.html' title='VIENTO'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvSb9ZoY8cI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3rlJIEfzTxQ/s72-c/d70965b0ad05ece51b750c2mv6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-4216860084968613200</id><published>2009-11-05T21:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:00:51.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DE TERCIOPELO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvM8mzMbjZI/AAAAAAAAASg/C_-6rS9H4do/s1600-h/400_1184560643_20971024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvM8mzMbjZI/AAAAAAAAASg/C_-6rS9H4do/s320/400_1184560643_20971024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400727015422397842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-corazón de terciopelo &lt;br /&gt;-escondido a su vez &lt;br /&gt;-tras un tupido velo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pues llora desconsolado&lt;br /&gt;-porque se siente solo y muy cansado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-de terciopelo rojo intenso&lt;br /&gt;-el se siente en una pena inmerso.&lt;br /&gt;-el se esconde &lt;br /&gt;-no quiere que nadie le note &lt;br /&gt;-que siente un dolor inmenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-corazón de terciopelo&lt;br /&gt;-se resiste a salir de su tupido velo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-teme su realidad&lt;br /&gt;-la de que le tiene miedo &lt;br /&gt;-a la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-la verdad de que esta enfermo,incapaz&lt;br /&gt;-y prefiere la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;-mas nadie le puede notar &lt;br /&gt;-que sufre de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-corazón de terciopelo&lt;br /&gt;-escondido a su vez &lt;br /&gt;-tras un tupido velo.&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-4216860084968613200?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/4216860084968613200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-terciopelo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/4216860084968613200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/4216860084968613200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-terciopelo.html' title='DE TERCIOPELO'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvM8mzMbjZI/AAAAAAAAASg/C_-6rS9H4do/s72-c/400_1184560643_20971024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-8639824833223900515</id><published>2009-11-01T17:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:21:38.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VISILLOS DE SEDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Su3DILJBrKI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ob4hVAuyLKE/s1600-h/6315334482287870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Su3DILJBrKI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ob4hVAuyLKE/s320/6315334482287870.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399186073484111010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Entre visillos de seda&lt;br /&gt;-anhelo una dulce espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-La de que vuelvas a mí &lt;br /&gt;-mi dulce caballero&lt;br /&gt;-mas es tan inmenso el amor &lt;br /&gt;-que mi corazón, desespera.&lt;br /&gt;-entre los visillos &lt;br /&gt;-por una ligera ranura&lt;br /&gt;-mi, mirada se desplaza &lt;br /&gt;-hacia aquella esquina &lt;br /&gt;-donde una mañana al amanecer &lt;br /&gt;-nos topamos, y nuestras miradas se fundieron &lt;br /&gt;-quedando gravado en nuestra retina &lt;br /&gt;-una complicidad divina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-visillos de seda &lt;br /&gt;-los de la dulce espera.&lt;br /&gt;-un día se que veré&lt;br /&gt;-a mi dulce caballero&lt;br /&gt;-a mi amor verdadero.&lt;br /&gt;-aparecerás por esa esquina &lt;br /&gt;-en que un día nuestras miradas se fundieron&lt;br /&gt;-entre visillos de seda &lt;br /&gt;-amor mío te espero .&lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-8639824833223900515?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8639824833223900515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/11/visillos-de-seda.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/8639824833223900515'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-747883869939038257</id><published>2009-10-28T19:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:45:42.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOCHES BLANCAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SuiQizLYJNI/AAAAAAAAARc/8BJSHOQjsCQ/s1600-h/y1pAzN1V_pP7PsCBXjq9m8IU5muAkr5OTm9choHWi1iADpfRyWuqejDdI2epwTM5prdJroyJZ-s5FQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SuiQizLYJNI/AAAAAAAAARc/8BJSHOQjsCQ/s320/y1pAzN1V_pP7PsCBXjq9m8IU5muAkr5OTm9choHWi1iADpfRyWuqejDdI2epwTM5prdJroyJZ-s5FQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397723080931419346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-noches blancas&lt;br /&gt;-que iluminan &lt;br /&gt;-las calles ,senderos y caminos&lt;br /&gt;-noches blancas ,estrelladas que proporcionan ilusión&lt;br /&gt;-a esa pareja de enamorados ,que buscan su rincón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-noches blancas de luna llena &lt;br /&gt;-que un hombre triste tumbado en un banco del parque &lt;br /&gt;- la mira muy fijamente &lt;br /&gt;-y le cuenta que tiene la esperanza &lt;br /&gt;-que al ver la belleza de esa luna&lt;br /&gt;-mañana puede que le cambie la fortuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-noches blancas ,blancas como ninguna &lt;br /&gt;-los niños se asoman &lt;br /&gt;-a la ventana de su cuarto &lt;br /&gt;-esperando pedir sus deseos &lt;br /&gt;-a esa mágica estrella fugaz &lt;br /&gt;-noches blancas ,blancas como ninguna &lt;br /&gt;-los niños esperan aunque solo pase una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yo espero tener esas noches blancas &lt;br /&gt;-aunque solo sea una &lt;br /&gt;-seguiré su luz ,que me guié al sendero &lt;br /&gt;-verde y llenos de flores con cócteles de aromas &lt;br /&gt;-y cargadas de colores,cargadas de cariño &lt;br /&gt;-amistad y esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;-se que algún día para mi tendré mi noches blancas.&lt;br 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abrazo en abrazo &lt;br /&gt;-las niñas la querían &lt;br /&gt;-y la ¡¡cuidaban tanto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-la muñeca de trapo &lt;br /&gt;-se sentía muy bien &lt;br /&gt;-jugaban con ella entre risas y cantos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-todas querían a la muñeca &lt;br /&gt;-a la muñeca de trapo&lt;br /&gt;-la cepillaban el pelo &lt;br /&gt;-para no hacerla mal &lt;br /&gt;-escojieron &lt;br /&gt;-un cepillo de terciopelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-un día la muñeca amaneció &lt;br /&gt;-con su vestido estampado &lt;br /&gt;-hecho jirones ,muy destrozado&lt;br /&gt;-despeinada ,sucia sin ningún cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-las niñas al verla así &lt;br /&gt;-se percataron de que la muñeca&lt;br /&gt;-había perdido todo su encanto &lt;br /&gt;-la muñeca se ha roto &lt;br /&gt;-y la niñas no juegan tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-la muñeca aunque de trapo &lt;br /&gt;-tiene un corazón hecho de algodón &lt;br /&gt;-con un vacío muy grande &lt;br /&gt;-la muñeca de trapo se mete en su cajón.&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-5331559806052772449?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5331559806052772449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/muneca-de-trapo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/5331559806052772449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/5331559806052772449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/muneca-de-trapo.html' title='MUÑECA  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height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SuHkKx3X0lI/AAAAAAAAARE/XcjGTEKhjrE/s400/imagesCAFBDHZ3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395844702401974866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cuando llora el corazón&lt;br /&gt;-las lágrimas no se ven &lt;br /&gt;-nadie las puede secar &lt;br /&gt;-con una caricia sobre ella &lt;br /&gt;-ni tampoco calmar su tristeza&lt;br /&gt;-mas es imposible a acceder &lt;br /&gt;-cuando el corazón llora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cuando un corazón llora &lt;br /&gt;-se van abriendo grietas&lt;br /&gt;-ni intentándolo engañar&lt;br /&gt;-con risas y alegrías &lt;br /&gt;-el corazón sigue con su dolor &lt;br /&gt;-y su llanto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y así se van incrementando nuevas grietas &lt;br /&gt;-alguna que otra se va tapando &lt;br /&gt;-pero cuando llora el corazón&lt;br /&gt;-llora desconsolado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sin poder acercarse a el&lt;br /&gt;-y calmar su quebranto.&lt;br /&gt;-es difícil aliviar ese llanto &lt;br /&gt;-aunque ,si nos abrazamos &lt;br /&gt;-corazón ,con corazón se cierren las grietas &lt;br /&gt;-y no lloren sangrando.&lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3781760832476103755?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3781760832476103755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/llora-el-corazon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3781760832476103755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3781760832476103755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/llora-el-corazon.html' title='LLORA EL CORAZON'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SuHkKx3X0lI/AAAAAAAAARE/XcjGTEKhjrE/s72-c/imagesCAFBDHZ3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-5213319245690735584</id><published>2009-10-21T13:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:36:27.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AL CAER LA NOCHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/St7yJF5eKyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/U89uu5BqUH0/s1600-h/estrella2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/St7yJF5eKyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/U89uu5BqUH0/s400/estrella2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395015641652407074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-al caer la noche &lt;br /&gt;-la luz de las estrellas &lt;br /&gt;-se cuelan por una rendija de mi ventana &lt;br /&gt;-creando un tejido luminoso &lt;br /&gt;-bordando mi cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y al caer la noche &lt;br /&gt;-al entrar en mi cuarto &lt;br /&gt;-y descubrir tantas estrellas &lt;br /&gt;-hacen que mis noches sean mas bellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-al caer la noche &lt;br /&gt;-los pensamientos negativos &lt;br /&gt;-que pasas durante el día &lt;br /&gt;-se vuelven pequeños &lt;br /&gt;-no existen reproches &lt;br /&gt;-al caer la noche .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mas se que me esperan las estrellas &lt;br /&gt;-para entrar por la ventana &lt;br /&gt;-y fundirme en su calma&lt;br /&gt;-de sus luces mas bellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ahora se que al caer la noche &lt;br /&gt;-las estrellas me esperan&lt;br /&gt;-con su luz de energía &lt;br /&gt;-la que arropa mi sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-para así al despertar &lt;br /&gt;-pueda afrontar el día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-al caer la noche &lt;br /&gt;-mi cuarto se ilumina &lt;br /&gt;-con estrellas de hilos de plata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-5213319245690735584?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5213319245690735584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/St7yJF5eKyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/U89uu5BqUH0/s72-c/estrella2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-6542816449118331427</id><published>2009-10-20T23:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:50:44.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESA DE MI CUERPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/St4wjQRp-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vMe-Hz7CNNw/s1600-h/imagesCAS6FS3L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/St4wjQRp-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vMe-Hz7CNNw/s320/imagesCAS6FS3L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394802785859008914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Presa de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;-no puedo escapar &lt;br /&gt;-de la soga de espinas&lt;br /&gt;-que me ahoga sin dejarme pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-espinas de afilado alambre&lt;br /&gt;-que nadie puede ver &lt;br /&gt;-y menos de comprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-una soga que pincha&lt;br /&gt;-hasta hacerme sangrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sangrando de dolor y sufrimiento &lt;br /&gt;-por favor ¿nadie puede desatar &lt;br /&gt;-ese nudo de espinas &lt;br /&gt;-de alambres punzantes ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pues muero por dentro &lt;br /&gt;-no soy la de antes &lt;br /&gt;-esos dolorosos pinchazos &lt;br /&gt;-me han cambiado el semblante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quiero escapar ,mas me es imposible &lt;br /&gt;-la soga punzante ,no tiene limite.&lt;br /&gt;-mas los nudos ,son tan fuertes y afilados &lt;br /&gt;-que cada vez que intento escapar &lt;br /&gt;-se clavan mas adentro&lt;br /&gt;-y sigue sangrando mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;-en cada movimiento.&lt;br /&gt;-el alma y ,los sentimientos &lt;br /&gt;-todo eso se me clava muy dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ya no me quedan fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;-y sigo presa de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;-atada y anudada con una soga&lt;br /&gt;-de espinas de acero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-6542816449118331427?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6542816449118331427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/presa-de-mi-cuerpo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/6542816449118331427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/6542816449118331427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/presa-de-mi-cuerpo.html' title='PRESA DE MI CUERPO'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/St4wjQRp-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/vMe-Hz7CNNw/s72-c/imagesCAS6FS3L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-9018596593397621849</id><published>2009-10-17T21:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:45:24.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NADIE COMO TU</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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nos separe la distancia &lt;br /&gt;-tu aroma tu fragancia &lt;br /&gt;-se mezcla con el viento &lt;br /&gt;-llegando a sentir que estas cerca &lt;br /&gt;-que no pare ni un momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ese remolino de emociones que siento&lt;br /&gt;-cuando te pienso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mas seguiré sentada&lt;br /&gt;-esperando tu llegada&lt;br /&gt;-en el umbral de la puerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pues cuando cese el viento &lt;br /&gt;-sabré que a mi lado has vuelto.&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-5262967621173020759?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5262967621173020759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StobzLdX9fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gNMuer2nyX8/s72-c/3364641173_d923cb6e24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-2774565220877626474</id><published>2009-10-16T23:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:54:59.177+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VIAJE DE IDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StjwMsQziDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hKOO-pe3H40/s1600-h/viaje+corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StjwMsQziDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hKOO-pe3H40/s320/viaje+corazon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393324654606911538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-viaje de ida &lt;br /&gt;-sin saber cuando volver&lt;br /&gt;-esperando que pase ese tren&lt;br /&gt;-con el destino que espero .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sola en el anden &lt;br /&gt;-con la mente pensativa &lt;br /&gt;-esperando impaciente &lt;br /&gt;-que retome la salida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cargada mi maleta &lt;br /&gt;-de ilusiones,retos,sueños y metas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quisiera retomar el raíl &lt;br /&gt;-de lo que fui un día &lt;br /&gt;-solo cogí viaje de ida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aunque ahora arrepentida &lt;br /&gt;-mas no halle lo que buscaba &lt;br /&gt;-así que seguiré esperando al tren &lt;br /&gt;-que me llevo de ida.&lt;br /&gt;-y me deje en la estación &lt;br /&gt;-en el mismo punto de partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pues la vida es la que te toca &lt;br /&gt;-aveces es una ruleta&lt;br /&gt;-pero yo no vacío la maleta.&lt;br /&gt;-pues la tengo repleta &lt;br /&gt;-de sueños ,ilusiones y metas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-2774565220877626474?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StjwMsQziDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hKOO-pe3H40/s72-c/viaje+corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-710233131590327550</id><published>2009-10-16T16:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:57:24.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLA, NO DIGAS NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StiJjcdbtiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ezW1wGFvxNU/s1600-h/abrazame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StiJjcdbtiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ezW1wGFvxNU/s320/abrazame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393211795804239394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cuando veas que estoy triste ,apagada&lt;br /&gt;-calla no digas nada &lt;br /&gt;-solo para te a escuchar&lt;br /&gt;-mi corazón,mi alma &lt;br /&gt;-que te habla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si ves que de mis ojos &lt;br /&gt;-se desprende una lágrima &lt;br /&gt;-calla no digas nada &lt;br /&gt;-simplemente seca la con tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si escuchas en mi un silencio&lt;br /&gt;-calla no digas nada&lt;br /&gt;-acerca te a mi pecho &lt;br /&gt;-son los latidos ,los que te hablan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si notas que caigo &lt;br /&gt;-y rompo en mil pedazos &lt;br /&gt;-calla no digas nada &lt;br /&gt;-acurruca me fuerte en tu regazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y así callados ,sin decirnos nada&lt;br /&gt;-entre abrazos y miradas &lt;br /&gt;-nos fundiremos en dulces palabras.&lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-710233131590327550?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' 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&lt;br /&gt;-da luz a mi vida &lt;br /&gt;-mi llama se llama esperanza &lt;br /&gt;-aunque a veces la creo perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mas a tientas la busco &lt;br /&gt;-pues parece que se apaga&lt;br /&gt;-una luz que siempre perdura&lt;br /&gt;-yo la cuido con ternura&lt;br /&gt;-pues tengo el temor &lt;br /&gt;-que me deje ,sola a oscuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ella siempre encendida &lt;br /&gt;-me alumbra ,cuida mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-una llama llamada esperanza&lt;br /&gt;-me recuerda cada día &lt;br /&gt;-que no hay que perderla nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-por eso ella sigue luciendo &lt;br /&gt;-permanente ,no muere&lt;br /&gt;-porque la esperanza &lt;br /&gt;-es lo ultimo que se pierde.&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-4093000120617929795?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StMdBEAyvuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vhsFeo1zxRM/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-6291637656605405850</id><published>2009-10-11T20:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:10:19.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BESOS DE MARIPOSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StItCrEa7rI/AAAAAAAAANU/-WlDaortM2Q/s1600-h/t%252013%2520mariposas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StItCrEa7rI/AAAAAAAAANU/-WlDaortM2Q/s320/t%252013%2520mariposas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421227860160178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-besos de mariposa &lt;br /&gt;-mi corazón y mi alma te mandan &lt;br /&gt;-mariposas de todos los colores &lt;br /&gt;-que te arropan y te cuidan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cálidas alas dulces&lt;br /&gt;-como la brisa del viento &lt;br /&gt;-para aliviar tus penas y tu sufrimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-besos de mariposa suaves como la seda &lt;br /&gt;-fuertes como el lino &lt;br /&gt;-para que lleguen a su destino.&lt;br /&gt;-y guíen tu camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-besos de mariposa &lt;br /&gt;-mi corazón y mi alma te envían&lt;br /&gt;-para que no te sientas sola&lt;br /&gt;-pues tienes mi compañía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dulces besos que tapan el dolor &lt;br /&gt;-mi corazón te los manda &lt;br /&gt;-con todo mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-para que reposes en sus alas &lt;br /&gt;-y te sientas aliviada &lt;br /&gt;-no lo pienses y reposa &lt;br /&gt;-en los besos de mariposa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;-enredadera de hojas tiernas,hojas verdes&lt;br /&gt;-como enredadera &lt;br /&gt;-en mi cuerpo te pierdes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-como enredadera &lt;br /&gt;-tus manos se esconden entre mi pelo&lt;br /&gt;-eres enredadera que me subes al cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-enredadera mojada por agua de rocío&lt;br /&gt;-con tus ramas tiernas &lt;br /&gt;-me abrazas con ternura &lt;br /&gt;-haciendo me sentir un mágico escalofrío.&lt;br /&gt;-como enredadera tu amor mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3659135351816360288?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3659135351816360288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sentimientos ,las dudas,el miedo &lt;br /&gt;-afloran por los poros de la piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-solo cuando nadie me ve &lt;br /&gt;-sale ese suspiro profundo &lt;br /&gt;-de no poder .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cuando nadie me ve &lt;br /&gt;-los rincones de mi hogar &lt;br /&gt;-ya no cobijan mi mal estar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cuando nadie me ve&lt;br /&gt;-la soledad es mi compañera&lt;br /&gt;-cuando nadie me ve &lt;br /&gt;-mi templanza se desespera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y solo a escondidas &lt;br /&gt;-cuando nadie me ve &lt;br /&gt;-flaqueo y me dejo vencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-5309244464867123906?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5309244464867123906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuando-nadie-me-ve.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/5309244464867123906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/5309244464867123906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuando-nadie-me-ve.html' title='cuando nadie me ve'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/StDl-PHGTfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6sCeNKJAeY0/s72-c/me-es-dificil-olvidarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-4639267346502550958</id><published>2009-10-07T22:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:36:24.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRANDO AL CIELO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Ss0JhLywC1I/AAAAAAAAAME/JjnRxSJZunE/s1600-h/lluvia+de+corazones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Ss0JhLywC1I/AAAAAAAAAME/JjnRxSJZunE/s320/lluvia+de+corazones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389974794738338642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-miro al cielo &lt;br /&gt;-observo,su color azul celeste&lt;br /&gt;-mirando al cielo se despeja mi mente &lt;br /&gt;-mis pensamientos dan giros &lt;br /&gt;-aunque a veces lentamente .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mas,¡¡¡vale la pena¡¡¡,mirar ese cielo &lt;br /&gt;-para encontrar ese camino placentero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hay puertas que se te cierran de bruces&lt;br /&gt;-pero hay otras que un poco entreabiertas &lt;br /&gt;-te dejan ver esas luces &lt;br /&gt;-y aunque  parezcan intraspasables &lt;br /&gt;-no lo dudare ,quiero ver esas luces celestes &lt;br /&gt;-que alumbran mi camino &lt;br /&gt;-donde veo ese cielo divino.&lt;br /&gt;-un cielo celeste que despeja la mente &lt;br /&gt;-admirarlo ,admira su color celeste &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-al contemplarlo te das cuenta &lt;br /&gt;-que la vida es bella &lt;br /&gt;-mas hay que luchar &lt;br /&gt;-y vivir el presente &lt;br /&gt;-sigue me no te pares &lt;br /&gt;-miraremos siempre de frente&lt;br /&gt;-hay puertas ,como el cielo celestes &lt;br /&gt;-la vida hay que vivirla intensa mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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CIELO'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Ss0JhLywC1I/AAAAAAAAAME/JjnRxSJZunE/s72-c/lluvia+de+corazones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-5469509872537561372</id><published>2009-10-07T19:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:31:25.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO UNA MUJER  ARBOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SszQRwdNTyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/afKRBPwYjUI/s1600-h/mujer_arbol.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SszQRwdNTyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/afKRBPwYjUI/s320/mujer_arbol.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389911857539403554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-como una mujer árbol.&lt;br /&gt;-que con sus hojas &lt;br /&gt;-identifica su estado de animo&lt;br /&gt;-hojas de un verde intenso &lt;br /&gt;-como un árbol así me encuentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hojas como si fueran mi pelo &lt;br /&gt;-libre y suelto al viento .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en otras ocasiones secas,como el alma &lt;br /&gt;-si no la riegas va muriendo &lt;br /&gt;-como una mujer árbol ,aveces me siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cuando se te rompe ,el corazón &lt;br /&gt;-es como si le talas una rama sin razón .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-como una mujer árbol ,aveces me combierto &lt;br /&gt;-sientes rigidez ,como el tronco de ese árbol&lt;br /&gt;-y por mucho que lo intentes no te puedes mover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aveces parezco mujer árbol &lt;br /&gt;-aveces lo parezco ser.&lt;br /&gt;-con mi cuerpo ,como un tronco&lt;br /&gt;-y los brazos como ramas &lt;br /&gt;-pero ya llegara la primavera&lt;br /&gt;-y me llegara la calma &lt;br /&gt;autora:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-5469509872537561372?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5469509872537561372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-una-mujer-arbol.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/5469509872537561372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>EL SENTIR DE MI CORAZON ESTA HERIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Ssu2h9zz5yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N-FK6j7wbjY/s1600-h/photo_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Ssu2h9zz5yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N-FK6j7wbjY/s320/photo_13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389602073722742562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-la verdad hoy no se &lt;br /&gt;-ni si voy ha poder escribir esto &lt;br /&gt;-y tampoco creo que me salga en verso .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hoy me siento triste &lt;br /&gt;-y ni mi mente ,ni mi corazón &lt;br /&gt;-pueden asimilar &lt;br /&gt;-ciertos comportamientos .&lt;br /&gt;-que por una enfermedad te aparten &lt;br /&gt;-y te hundan bajo los cimientos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-se que me tiene que dar igual &lt;br /&gt;-los comentarios externos &lt;br /&gt;-se que mi familia y mis amigas de verdad &lt;br /&gt;-me comprenden y me apoyan &lt;br /&gt;-y sobre todo se, que siempre &lt;br /&gt;-a mi lado los tengo &lt;br /&gt;-en los buenos y en los malos momentos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-aunque aveces te hagas la fuerte &lt;br /&gt;-de lo que te comenten los demás &lt;br /&gt;-los externos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soy persona y no puedo remediar &lt;br /&gt;-que hieran mis sentimientos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-este es hoy mi escrito &lt;br /&gt;-ya que mis latidos hoy dan gritos &lt;br /&gt;-el sentir de mi corazón esta herido .&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA:Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-291218582778246569?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/291218582778246569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Ssu2h9zz5yI/AAAAAAAAAL0/N-FK6j7wbjY/s72-c/photo_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-5093167932155904668</id><published>2009-10-05T23:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:00:22.420+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='para mi marido'/><title type='text'>PENSANDO EN TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SspsM0YyymI/AAAAAAAAALs/_5FjM91hXX4/s1600-h/cascadadeamor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SspsM0YyymI/AAAAAAAAALs/_5FjM91hXX4/s320/cascadadeamor.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389238871579085410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pensando en ti &lt;br /&gt;-amanece un nuevo día &lt;br /&gt;-me abres las puertas ,me das la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tu que estas ahí siempre a mi lado &lt;br /&gt;-construyendo un gran amor cuan muralla &lt;br /&gt;-tu ,siempre tu &lt;br /&gt;-el que me ayuda en cada batalla .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pensando en ti,mi corazón se llena &lt;br /&gt;-de un amor sincero &lt;br /&gt;-de una dulzura plena .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-una plenitud intensa&lt;br /&gt;-que acaricia mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;-pensando en ti &lt;br /&gt;-se rompe mi caparazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-solo tu haces que me sienta arropada&lt;br /&gt;-solo tu me arruyas entre tus brazos &lt;br /&gt;-cuan blanda almohada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pensando en ti cada segundo ,cada minuto &lt;br /&gt;-por eso te dedico este escrito &lt;br /&gt;-porque te quiero ,te necesito .&lt;br /&gt;autora :Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-5093167932155904668?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SspsM0YyymI/AAAAAAAAALs/_5FjM91hXX4/s72-c/cascadadeamor.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-103498261408564183</id><published>2009-10-05T21:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:49:05.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SOÑE QUE SOÑABA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SspNf-Vse3I/AAAAAAAAALk/d1w0WOvZ4dY/s1600-h/467984367_75225cda09_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SspNf-Vse3I/AAAAAAAAALk/d1w0WOvZ4dY/s320/467984367_75225cda09_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389205115807497074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soñé,que soñaba&lt;br /&gt;-que mi rostro era alegre&lt;br /&gt;-soñé que corría por un prado verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soñé que mis brazos eran fuertes&lt;br /&gt;-para alcanzar esas nubes celestes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soñé que bailaba a la orilla del mar &lt;br /&gt;-que esteva contenta ,sentía bienestar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-soñé que tenia libertad&lt;br /&gt;-para hacer todas esas cosas&lt;br /&gt;-sin tener que mirar atrás&lt;br /&gt;-pero desperté de mi sueño&lt;br /&gt;-y volví a la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;-los sueños ,sueños son &lt;br /&gt;-y no se pueden cambiar .&lt;br /&gt;AUTORA :LAURA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-103498261408564183?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/103498261408564183/comments/default' 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title='titanic'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1455605935888508961</id><published>2009-10-04T23:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:48:34.562+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SI ME VES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SskXajh4j3I/AAAAAAAAALc/NUTr6fJcRMc/s1600-h/llanto-de-una-madre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388864174106906482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SskXajh4j3I/AAAAAAAAALc/NUTr6fJcRMc/s320/llanto-de-una-madre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-si me ves que ando como perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-si me ves y te parezco distraida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-si me encuentro contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y te miro como una desconocida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-si me ves torpe y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decaída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-no te enojes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;es que&lt;/span&gt; me ha cambiado la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-si me ves que mi cara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-siempre esta demacrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aun que vaya maquillada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-si me ves apesadumbrada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y con tristeza en la mirada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-no me juzgues ,e intenta comprender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-que no soy la que tu quieres ver .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-si me ves siempre dolorida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-no pienses que es mentira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ojala y si lo fuera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas ya no soy la que era .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pues una enfermedad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-llamada &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fibromialgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-de mi se apodera .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;autora:&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Laura&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/9131765312254776403-1455605935888508961?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1455605935888508961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-me-ves.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1455605935888508961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1455605935888508961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-me-ves.html' title='SI ME VES'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SskXajh4j3I/AAAAAAAAALc/NUTr6fJcRMc/s72-c/llanto-de-una-madre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-3467957796652981661</id><published>2009-10-02T23:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:49:05.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>EN LA PLAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsZ9l9ZkP0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/cfNHPrI9uwI/s1600-h/klz1248704743h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388132095285804866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsZ9l9ZkP0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/cfNHPrI9uwI/s320/klz1248704743h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-en la playa al amanecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-por la orilla ,con sus descalzos pies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-deambula una mujer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-camina cabizbaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-como si sus pensamientos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-la hicieran padecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-el agua fresca y salada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-le hacen estremecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-una mujer solitaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-deambula por la playa al amanecer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ya cuando llega el anochecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-la mujer alza la mirada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ve su silueta en el mar dibujada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-no asimila lo que ve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ya que la luna como un espejo le refleja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-la realidad ,que no quiere ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-una mujer dolida ,cansada agotada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aun que joven ,su rostro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-se muestra envejecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-la luna como un espejo ,sigue reflejando se en el mar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ella se hace la valiente,pero es incapaz de mirar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sigue caminando cabizbaja ,ya en la oscuridad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas se ha dado cuenta de la cruda realidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pues soy yo la mujer que deambula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-desde el amanecer al anochecer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-caminando en la playa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-reflejan dome la luna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a la orilla del mar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;autora :Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3467957796652981661?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3467957796652981661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-la-playa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3467957796652981661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3467957796652981661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-la-playa.html' title='EN LA PLAYA'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsZ9l9ZkP0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/cfNHPrI9uwI/s72-c/klz1248704743h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-6032710084580453493</id><published>2009-10-01T23:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:09:32.799+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MIS CARETAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsUmMsw2UBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QI85Z0UOSDg/s1600-h/tonto-corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387754528834998290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsUmMsw2UBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QI85Z0UOSDg/s320/tonto-corazon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-nunca pensé en cubrir mi cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-con diversas caretas &lt;/div&gt;-caretas de la mentira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-de que todo va bien &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-la careta de rebosar felicidad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-la careta de no sentir sufrimiento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ni dolor alguno &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-la careta de callar lo que pienso y siento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas como duele y pesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-que al caer,en la penumbra de mi lecho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-se quiebra la careta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y descubre un sin vivir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-un alma y cuerpo mal trecho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a veces no se que decir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-otras ni que opinar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-así que vuelvo a ponerme la careta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-para esconderme detrás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-así noche y día ,sin cesar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-quitando y poniendo caretas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-viendo la vida pasar .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;autora:laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-6032710084580453493?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/6032710084580453493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/mis-caretas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/6032710084580453493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/6032710084580453493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/10/mis-caretas.html' title='MIS CARETAS'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsUmMsw2UBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QI85Z0UOSDg/s72-c/tonto-corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1197596142475454283</id><published>2009-09-29T20:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:55:08.423+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='para mis amigas'/><title type='text'>CUATRO ESTRELLAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsJR2W1kskI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3l-KN0z1mSM/s1600-h/estrellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386958098573603394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsJR2W1kskI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3l-KN0z1mSM/s320/estrellas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cuatro estrellas ,que cada noche me guían&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cuatro estrellas que me miman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-me arropan,me cuidan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-luceros que brillan en mis noches frías&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-calentando,con sus rayos de luz el alma mía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cuatro estrellas que las veo y las noto incluso de día.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-tras los cristales,las busco en el cielo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y ahí están mis estrellas ,mis luceros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pueden ha ver millones de estrellas luciendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pero ellas brillan ,con luz muy especial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ellas me acurrucan en mis desvelos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-que nadie les haga mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-que nadie tan siquiera las roce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas brillan con luz propia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-alumbrando mi solitario sendero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ellas son mis estrellas ,ellas son mis luceros &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pues esos diamantes brillantes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-son los que yo quiero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;autora:laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1197596142475454283?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1197596142475454283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuatro-estrellas_29.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1197596142475454283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1197596142475454283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/cuatro-estrellas_29.html' title='CUATRO ESTRELLAS'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsJR2W1kskI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3l-KN0z1mSM/s72-c/estrellas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-8106069795484290230</id><published>2009-09-29T17:58:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:33:48.057+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GRACIAS CARIÑO POR TODO LO QUE HAS HECHO Y HACES POR MI'/><title type='text'>ES POR TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsI-DNKAsEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/idiDjK1wBeY/s1600-h/2766824120_e28fedf5b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386936329080713282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsI-DNKAsEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/idiDjK1wBeY/s320/2766824120_e28fedf5b6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-es por ti el que mi mente siga despierta&lt;br /&gt;-es por ti que no me siento&lt;br /&gt;-como en una isla desierta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-es por ti que mis ojos se iluminen&lt;br /&gt;-al sentir tu corazón latiendo al lado del mio&lt;br /&gt;-su palpito es como música celestial&lt;br /&gt;-con su sonido me quitas el frió de la soledad&lt;br /&gt;-tu corazón con ese amor que desprende ,me parece angelical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-por ti sueño ,río canto&lt;br /&gt;-por ti cada día me levanto&lt;br /&gt;-y sigo luchando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-porque estas ahí ,me estas cuidando&lt;br /&gt;-te quiero decir que eres el amor de mi vida ,¡¡te quiero tanto !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-es por ti que lucho y sigo adelante&lt;br /&gt;-porque estas ahí&lt;br /&gt;-por ser constante .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-vendita la hora que te encontré amor&lt;br /&gt;-vendita la hora que encontré tan preciado tesoro&lt;br /&gt;-mi vida te adoro .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-es por ti  que mi llanto no fluya&lt;br /&gt;-es por ti que no me siento&lt;br /&gt;-como un cuerpo bajo la lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-es por ti que mis ojos se iluminen&lt;br /&gt;-al sentir tu corazón latiendo al lado del mio&lt;br /&gt;-su palpito es como música celestial&lt;br /&gt;-con su sonido me haces sentir especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-vendita la hora que te encontré amor&lt;br /&gt;-vendita la hora que encontré tan preciado tesoro&lt;br /&gt;-mi vida te adoro .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-8106069795484290230?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8106069795484290230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/es-por-ti_29.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/8106069795484290230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/8106069795484290230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/es-por-ti_29.html' title='ES POR TI'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsI-DNKAsEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/idiDjK1wBeY/s72-c/2766824120_e28fedf5b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1673959995201668422</id><published>2009-09-28T21:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:27:56.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>EN EL BOSQUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsEOJZJwNzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vKoZ2en37gw/s1600-h/2008011542fibromialgiaDentro_20080116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386602183845230386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsEOJZJwNzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vKoZ2en37gw/s320/2008011542fibromialgiaDentro_20080116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-en el bosque frondoso,oscuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-me pierdo en arboles gigantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-alineándose creando un fuerte muro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-un aire gélido abofetea mi cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas no puedo disimular ,mi tez desencajada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-hojas secas se unen en cruel remolino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-atrapando un cuerpo frágil en interminable torbellino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-en el bosque tenebroso,triste ,mudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-voy dibujando en círculos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mi nerviosismo,mi pánico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mi temor,mi corazón asustado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-todo mi ser sujetado en un fuerte nudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-en el bosque,aquel bosque frondoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-me perdí en su oscuro foso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-quise buscar en aquel bosque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mi vida ,mi identidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas solo me halle perdida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-perdida en la soledad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1673959995201668422?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1673959995201668422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/en-el-bosque.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1673959995201668422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1673959995201668422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/en-el-bosque.html' title='EN EL BOSQUE'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsEOJZJwNzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vKoZ2en37gw/s72-c/2008011542fibromialgiaDentro_20080116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-7065066144635482701</id><published>2009-09-28T20:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:02:32.258+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR ETERNO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsEH7GDY9AI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CMCCe9zm6Hs/s1600-h/parejadurmiendo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386595341130331138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SsEH7GDY9AI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CMCCe9zm6Hs/s320/parejadurmiendo-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-manos de terciopelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-acariciando mi pelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-suabes besos sabor a miel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-recorren cada recodo de mi piel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-siempre tu ,amor eterno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-estando a mi lado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mi vida no es un infierno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-corazón de dulces latidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-al escucharlos florecen mis sentidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-siempre tu mi amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mi amor eterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-con tus manos de terciopelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y tus besos sabor a miel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-estando a tu lado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-los sentimientos brotan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a flor de piel .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-tu mirada de un color intenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-me transporta al universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mientras las estrellas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-me hablan en verso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-esto es amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-amor intenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-7065066144635482701?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7065066144635482701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/amor-eterno.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7065066144635482701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7065066144635482701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/amor-eterno.html' title='AMOR 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386220996253933090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sr-zdWt3XiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gGZIy5xh_V0/s320/2088355620_ae4775f9b5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-luchare con uñas y dientes&lt;br /&gt;-luchare caminare erguida,de frente&lt;br /&gt;-sin importarme lo que murmure la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-luchare en esta dura y eterna batalla que es la vida&lt;br /&gt;-sin cesar en la lucha ,aunque ande perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-con mis manos al viento&lt;br /&gt;-queriendo alcanzar esa esperanza&lt;br /&gt;-de que algún día la vida me de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-luchare sin perecer,hasta agotar mis energías&lt;br /&gt;-y seguiré luchando,aun llorando por las esquinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-seré frágilmente fuerte&lt;br /&gt;-mas a escondidas mis ojos entristecen&lt;br /&gt;-se me rompe el corazón&lt;br /&gt;-aun refugian dome en mi caparazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-luchare ,seguiré luchando&lt;br /&gt;-aunque caiga y me levante y vuelva a caer&lt;br /&gt;-mas en esta dura lucha,que es la vida&lt;br /&gt;-no pienso dejarme vencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-luchare con uñas y dientes&lt;br /&gt;-en la lucha me agarrare a ella&lt;br /&gt;-mas aunque la vida es dura&lt;br /&gt;-también es pura y bella .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-5436764925455045780?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/5436764925455045780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/luchare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/5436764925455045780'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-108656181778967489</id><published>2009-09-26T20:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:01:09.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sr5krgUaDMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/22xuuRg8Ojc/s1600-h/20060514172021-silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385852902954372290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sr5krgUaDMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/22xuuRg8Ojc/s320/20060514172021-silencio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-silencio que rompe en amargura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-de un alma triste y muda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-silencio de un grito apagado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-rompiéndose en mil pedazos en el intento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pues solo en mi silencio,oigo mi lamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-silencio que solo me habla a mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-que mi corazón escucha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y roto por sus palabras llora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas no se ve capaz para la lucha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-silencio que me acompaña&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-en la oscuridad de mi pozo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-atrapada no me deja,un silencio sin salida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-igual que un soldado,vigilando,mi escapada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mi huida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-silencio que a encogido mi corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mi alma mi vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-permaneceré en mi silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-el que me ahoga ,el que me obliga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-este silencio mio ,me ha ganado la partida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-108656181778967489?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/108656181778967489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/108656181778967489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/108656181778967489'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sr0K2aFwxZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AvUmqUpuIW8/s1600-h/klz1248156671s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385472659237684626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sr0K2aFwxZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AvUmqUpuIW8/s320/klz1248156671s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fragilidad de un cristal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-que se rompe en mil pedazos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-tal vez como mis quebrantados llantos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fragilidad de una flor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-que al cortarla sus pétalos perecen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-tal vez como mi corazón cuando entristece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fragilidad de un niño &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-desprovisto de cariño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a veces así me siento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-frágil y perdida en el camino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fragilidad de un corazón enfermo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-que en su lucha por seguir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sus latidos aun con fuerza ,van desvaneciendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-tal vez sea así frágil de alma y sentimientos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-que al romperse voy reconstruyendo tan duros cimientos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fragilidad de alma desnuda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pero siempre sincera y pura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fragilidad como un cristal ,como una flor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-como un niño,como un corazón &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-al que tal vez le falte aliento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-porque tal vez en la fragilidad de sus latidos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-me pierdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-7987691601027372116?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7987691601027372116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/fragilidad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7987691601027372116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7987691601027372116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/fragilidad.html' title='FRAGILIDAD'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sr0K2aFwxZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AvUmqUpuIW8/s72-c/klz1248156671s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-653648462954856916</id><published>2009-09-25T19:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:47:22.134+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MAS ALLA DEL SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sr0Afa4rTYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KqLQkrA16Wo/s1600-h/mujer-sol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385461269197966722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sr0Afa4rTYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KqLQkrA16Wo/s320/mujer-sol.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; del sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buscare&lt;/span&gt; entre sus rayos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cruzare montes y prados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hayare&lt;/span&gt; ,para permanecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-siempre a tu lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; del sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buscare&lt;/span&gt; tus manos tus besos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-la calidez de tus caricias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y de ese amor intenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; del sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; de sus hilos de oro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-buscare tus abrazos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diré&lt;/span&gt; que te adoro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allí&lt;/span&gt; mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; del sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-de un sol ardiente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-te &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;daré&lt;/span&gt; mi alma eternamente.&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/9131765312254776403-653648462954856916?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/653648462954856916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/mas-alla-del-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/653648462954856916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/653648462954856916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/mas-alla-del-sol.html' title='MAS ALLA DEL SOL'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sr0Afa4rTYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KqLQkrA16Wo/s72-c/mujer-sol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-7439733927075603512</id><published>2009-09-24T19:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:07:55.101+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CORAZON LLENO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sru1MDBy-iI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tdWDACf8mWY/s1600-h/amor-rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385096998027459106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sru1MDBy-iI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tdWDACf8mWY/s320/amor-rev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-corazón lleno,lleno a rebosar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-de sentimientos latentes ,de paz y bienestar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-corazón lleno,lleno de tu compañía,comprension y mistad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-corazón lleno plenamente de felicidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-felicidad que tapa mis penas y también mis sufrimientos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-porque siempre estas ,siempre te encuentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mi corazón esta tranquilo,sereno feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-porque un tesoro como tu vela por mi .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mi corazón esta latiendo,con sus latidos me avisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-de que tu sigues ahí,embolviendome con tu fresca brisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-corazón lleno ,lleno a rebosar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-de tu amor sincero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-de tu amor incondicional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-7439733927075603512?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7439733927075603512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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al viento&lt;br /&gt;-acariciando dulcemente el sentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mariposas que guían un camino&lt;br /&gt;-dejando su manto de colores delicados&lt;br /&gt;-sigue los no lo dudes,son colores de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;-el color de tu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dulces mariposas de colores divinos&lt;br /&gt;-revolotean en corazones&lt;br /&gt;-enredándolos con dorados y finos hilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tan delicadas como tu&lt;br /&gt;-tan delicadas como las rosas&lt;br /&gt;-lindas y bellas mariposas .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-8024551942640116989?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/8024551942640116989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/mariposas.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/8024551942640116989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/8024551942640116989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/mariposas.html' title='MARIPOSAS'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SrpStrmsoKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7LYUK5oujWo/s72-c/efecto_mariposas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1232275786349658488</id><published>2009-09-21T10:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:31:44.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLA ANTE LA NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Src518ygsEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WoF5xaFsykM/s1600-h/bwy1248130406t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Src518ygsEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WoF5xaFsykM/s320/bwy1248130406t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383835478558552130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sola ante la nada&lt;br /&gt;-esperando tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mirada serena &lt;br /&gt;-que cobije mi pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sola siempre sola &lt;br /&gt;-sin nadie que entienda&lt;br /&gt;-nadie que comprenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sola ante la nada &lt;br /&gt;-esperando tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mirada serena ,mirada calmada.&lt;br /&gt;-y decirme con tus ojos sin mediar una sola palabra&lt;br /&gt;-tranquila estoy aquí no te va ha ocurrir nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-y sigo aquí sola ante la nada&lt;br /&gt;-esperando que llegue con anhelo esa mirada&lt;br /&gt;-y me rescate de la nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1232275786349658488?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1232275786349658488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/sola-ante-la-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-7980222080001224202</id><published>2009-09-20T17:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:27:39.067+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LUZ DE LUNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SrZJ0uAN4DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oeJ9o_FP_jE/s1600-h/opt1248704763r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SrZJ0uAN4DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oeJ9o_FP_jE/s320/opt1248704763r.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383571574618972210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-luna llena que vigila la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;-con su luz abraza la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-luz de luna ,de luna llena &lt;br /&gt;-acompañas a la noche y se vuelve serena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-las estrellas a tu vera destellan&lt;br /&gt;-en tus noches mas bellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-el cielo,dichoso observa tu brillar &lt;br /&gt;-y yo ensimismada empiezo a caminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bajo el cielo dichoso bajo la luz de la luna &lt;br /&gt;-en la noche serena me haces de cuna .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-luna llena que vigila la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;-con su luz abraza la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en el mar te reflejas haciendo una alfombra&lt;br /&gt;-de tallado cristal&lt;br /&gt;-estas ahí en lo alto como en un pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-luz de luna de luna llena&lt;br /&gt;-sigue haciendo me de cuna en las noches serenas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-7980222080001224202?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7980222080001224202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/luz-de-luna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7980222080001224202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7980222080001224202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/luz-de-luna.html' title='LUZ DE LUNA'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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capaz de seguir en este sin vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si fuera capaz de escapar de esta jaula y volar lejos sin mirar atrás&lt;br /&gt;-mas no tengo ánimos ni fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;-para romper tan rígidas rejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rejas que vigilan mis lágrimas,escuchan mi dolor mis quejas&lt;br /&gt;-si fuera capaz lo intentaría pero se que no me dejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me atrapas me anulas,eres calculadora y fría &lt;br /&gt;-no te apiadas de mi ¿por que no me dejas vivir ni un solo día ?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-estas ahí controlando mi cuerpo ,mi alma&lt;br /&gt;-mi vida no tiene ni un poco de calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me has quitado todo, la luz de mis ojos,la alegría la magia&lt;br /&gt;-si fuera capaz escaparía,pero estas ahí manejándome con tus hilos cual marioneta &lt;br /&gt;-dominándome incluso a cargar con una careta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tu mi gran enemiga ,la que me ha quitado todo &lt;br /&gt;-la luz de mis ojos la alegría la magia &lt;br /&gt;-tu siempre tu fibromialgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3957165448930521353?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3957165448930521353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-fuera-capaz.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3957165448930521353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3957165448930521353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-fuera-capaz.html' title='SI FUERA CAPAZ'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SrExYMcBKbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WyBWJxq2_Tw/s72-c/fibromialgia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-2077496799867205142</id><published>2009-09-15T15:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:59:02.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLEDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq-djhqU1tI/AAAAAAAAACY/8lF132YhraU/s1600-h/bwy1248130522f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq-djhqU1tI/AAAAAAAAACY/8lF132YhraU/s320/bwy1248130522f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381693313387910866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-En la soledad de mi oscuridad &lt;br /&gt;-sin ganas de nada,ilusiones borradas&lt;br /&gt;-por un tul negro que me impide pensar con claridad &lt;br /&gt;-mi mente se marchita en su identidad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oscuridad que ciega ,luz que se rompe en el interior de mi ser &lt;br /&gt;-cierro los ojos no quiero ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en la soledad de mi oscuridad retumba el dolor &lt;br /&gt;-dolor igual de oscuro&lt;br /&gt;-tapado con un gran muro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-imposible de ,derrivar &lt;br /&gt;-el dolor y la tristeza no puede escapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-en la soledad de mi oscuridad &lt;br /&gt;-sin ganas de nada ilusiones borradas &lt;br /&gt;-intento escapar desesperada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-la realidad hace daño ,no quiero mirar&lt;br /&gt;-estoy perdida en mi oscuridad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tengo miedo no quiero pensar &lt;br /&gt;-la soledad me invade en mi caminar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-2077496799867205142?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/2077496799867205142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/soledad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/2077496799867205142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/2077496799867205142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/soledad.html' title='SOLEDAD'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq-djhqU1tI/AAAAAAAAACY/8lF132YhraU/s72-c/bwy1248130522f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-3948720158491918481</id><published>2009-09-14T21:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:45:32.177+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ASI ME SIENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq6dS6dlPmI/AAAAAAAAABE/uN73EBuhmoM/s1600-h/eik2yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq6dS6dlPmI/AAAAAAAAABE/uN73EBuhmoM/s320/eik2yo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381411553010859618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-una fría mañana de invierno&lt;br /&gt;-tras cristales empañados de suspiros y lamentos&lt;br /&gt;-veo caer las gotas,como lágrimas de sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;-como una mañana fría ,fría de invierno así me siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quiero volar,volar alto y ligero&lt;br /&gt;-pero me han cortado las alas &lt;br /&gt;-me han cortado el vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-como una mañana fría fría de invierno &lt;br /&gt;-así me siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-esperando que salga el sol,que desempañen los fríos cristales&lt;br /&gt;-que en su pequeñez me parecen ventanales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-esperando que un rayito de sol me de vida&lt;br /&gt;-que caliente los barrotes de esta jaula en la que me hayo metida&lt;br /&gt;-y que cubra con su calor mi herida&lt;br /&gt;-temblorosa,perdida atrapada sin salida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tiritando de dolor, de miedo &lt;br /&gt;-como en una mañana fría,una mañana de invierno&lt;br /&gt;-así me siento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-3948720158491918481?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/3948720158491918481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/asi-me-siento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3948720158491918481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/3948720158491918481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/asi-me-siento.html' title='ASI ME SIENTO'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq6dS6dlPmI/AAAAAAAAABE/uN73EBuhmoM/s72-c/eik2yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-4003457815307275369</id><published>2009-09-14T18:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:13:56.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BRISA AZUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq55yB8SAMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7vDkhzv-mt4/s1600-h/jdv1247963890c.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq55yB8SAMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7vDkhzv-mt4/s320/jdv1247963890c.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381372505176015042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-brisa azul que embuelve mi cuarto&lt;br /&gt;-brisa celeste que seca mi llanto&lt;br /&gt;-dulces palabras pronuncias en mis oídos &lt;br /&gt;-que se combierten en un dulce canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eres brisa ,eres manto que tapa mis penas &lt;br /&gt;-que seca mi llanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-brisa azul,que embuelve mi cuarto&lt;br /&gt;-con tu dulce mirada,con tu suave tacto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-caricias celestes me despiertan al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;-eres brisa fresca que no me deja desfallecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-vigilas mi rumbo como faro de mar&lt;br /&gt;-en mis sueños te meces para poderme acunar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-con tu dulce mirada,con tu suave tacto&lt;br /&gt;-brisa azul que embuelve mi cuarto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-4003457815307275369?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/4003457815307275369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/brisa-azul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/4003457815307275369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/4003457815307275369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/brisa-azul.html' title='BRISA AZUL'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq55yB8SAMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7vDkhzv-mt4/s72-c/jdv1247963890c.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-1857322028579291318</id><published>2009-09-14T12:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:05:35.788+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SI PUDIERA CAMBIAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq4jIcKAObI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ad7b-AO_vqQ/s1600-h/cqs1247927373t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq4jIcKAObI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ad7b-AO_vqQ/s320/cqs1247927373t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381277232658397618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera cambiar esta tristeza mía &lt;br /&gt;-si por un momento pudiera hacer desaparecer mi alma vacía&lt;br /&gt;-quisiera por un segundo sentirme viva .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-siento dolor ,dolor en mi ser &lt;br /&gt;-¿porque es tan difícil de comprender?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera ser dueña de mis sentimientos &lt;br /&gt;-te diría a gritos entiende me ,entiende lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;-pero aveces mis gritos se los lleva el viento&lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera parar el tiempo por un momento .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera cambiar mi cuerpo dolorido y cansado &lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera de verdad lo haría ,pero no puedo es lo que me tocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera cambiar esta pena mía &lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera cambiar la soledad por compañía&lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera cambiar no lo dudes lo haría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si pudieras entender que ahora soy diferente &lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera cambiar lo que piensa mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-solo puedo decirte que me ayudes en esta lucha &lt;br /&gt;-tan solo pido que escuches mi grito por favor escucha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera cambiar el dolor ,la pena el llanto,mi sufrir &lt;br /&gt;-si pudiera decirte que todo va bien ,que me siento feliz &lt;br /&gt;-pero no puedo ,no puedo mentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-solo puedo cambiar mi sentir&lt;br /&gt;-si estas a mi lado ,si te acercas a mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-1857322028579291318?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/1857322028579291318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-pudiera-cambiar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1857322028579291318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/1857322028579291318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-pudiera-cambiar.html' title='SI PUDIERA CAMBIAR'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/Sq4jIcKAObI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ad7b-AO_vqQ/s72-c/cqs1247927373t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-7123389243523169387</id><published>2009-09-11T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:45:21.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LAGRIMAS DE CRISTAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SqrE2nY_psI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OkhB80Z8WpM/s1600-h/rgh1247926729q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380329147413276354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SqrE2nY_psI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OkhB80Z8WpM/s320/rgh1247926729q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lagrimas de cristal ,fragiles como una flor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cuando le cortan del tallo y siente dolor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lagrimas de cristal ,lagrimas azules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-recorren mi rostro en delicados desfiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lagrimas cristalinas otras veces opacas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aveces ligeras ,aveces pesadas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lagrimas que emanan de mis ojos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-hasta apagar mi mirada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lagrimas de cristal fragiles como una flor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cuando le cortan del tallo y siente dolor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aveces pesadas ,aveces ligeras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lagrimas de cristal siempre sinceras .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aveces dulces otras amargas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fluyen de mis ojos apagando mi mirada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lagrimas de cristal ,lagrimas desesperadas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aveces de alegrias ,otras de penas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lagrimas de cristal ,cristales azules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-recorren mi rostro en delicados desfiles .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131765312254776403-7123389243523169387?l=elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/feeds/7123389243523169387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/lagrimas-de-cristal.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7123389243523169387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131765312254776403/posts/default/7123389243523169387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsentirdemicorazon-laura.blogspot.com/2009/09/lagrimas-de-cristal.html' title='LAGRIMAS DE CRISTAL'/><author><name>LAURA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09970574365507959424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SvmAzT9RRlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ZoKGOpGauMY/S220/th_1190824071_corazonesvioletas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_waaLklAMc-Q/SqrE2nY_psI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OkhB80Z8WpM/s72-c/rgh1247926729q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131765312254776403.post-4482985140543159735</id><published>2009-09-10T20:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:22:15.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>YO QUISIERA</title><content type='html'>-yo quisiera ser gaviota&lt;br /&gt;-y rozar con mis alas el cielo&lt;br /&gt;-aterrizar en tu morada y abrazar tu desconsuelo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yo quisiera ser el sol&lt;br /&gt;-un sol respaldeciente que te ilumine te de calor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-un calor suave a la vez que intenso&lt;br /&gt;-para cubrirte para calmarte de este dolor inmenso .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yo quisiera ser estrella ,una estrella fugaz&lt;br /&gt;-que recorra el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;-e iluminar tu corazon ,y borrar el sufrimiento .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yo quisiera ser la luna&lt;br /&gt;-para mecerte en las noches ,para hacerte de cuna .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yo quisiera ser el mar ,un mar azul ,transparente calmado&lt;br /&gt;-para que sientas esa brisa&lt;br /&gt;-para que me sientas a tu lado .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yo quisiera emprender ya el vuelo&lt;br /&gt;-y empezar por lo primero .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yo quisiera ser gaviota y rozar con mis alas el cielo&lt;br /&gt;-aterrizar en tu morada y decirte que te quiero .&lt;div 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