tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10182455718547426172024-03-18T22:00:53.534-03:00Desatame al amanecer...gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.comBlogger2580125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-80360313083921510872024-03-17T22:34:00.001-03:002024-03-17T22:34:16.331-03:00Recuerdos<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-dOSAFZB-GVy4CWt49SaffLfSWEjZJJwtU4qGZIyf2AbK6mQq3x2QOChUfFeV4VYI5lB3oXKHY7mW7mR5hXQHcKF09BVWBnWybttqsR59XdrWtOT-psFlky3Z_rBqTb_FmqzprTD90q9WgkmjlHtFqvEd7nVhyphenhyphenTWeKeoeHWAporQAIELzQfPmD_Huw/s314/4ab994e783a8d161a58f45329bda5675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="314" data-original-width="236" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-dOSAFZB-GVy4CWt49SaffLfSWEjZJJwtU4qGZIyf2AbK6mQq3x2QOChUfFeV4VYI5lB3oXKHY7mW7mR5hXQHcKF09BVWBnWybttqsR59XdrWtOT-psFlky3Z_rBqTb_FmqzprTD90q9WgkmjlHtFqvEd7nVhyphenhyphenTWeKeoeHWAporQAIELzQfPmD_Huw/s1600/4ab994e783a8d161a58f45329bda5675.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La noche se prestaba para la nostalgia</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tomé un baño, </span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">para luego imprimir los recuerdos de la mente</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Eran buenos recuerdos</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Fueron...</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">increíbles instantes que quedaron marcados</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Para siempre </span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-78400744104235413352024-03-13T13:36:00.003-03:002024-03-13T13:36:58.471-03:00Tantas historias<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnxobwZb2YfSzUTBZ3vw4F6MwokO-A8gScvHrFl-RflLGg7X-X0BqSaBAJj1gmkNIli9Nop5HGCjO79kQ-2XT7YOsNZiIChuI-BqrCTNJ4nX3OJSp1EnMxoXhJTY6TdE2nkYaHYB-tRKLTaaxEyqKK4Z2fVeJKOh7YsNeVbzdP2uC233B0uLlMivmMA/s333/21de2fd946cc9283894fe7bdd36f3366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnxobwZb2YfSzUTBZ3vw4F6MwokO-A8gScvHrFl-RflLGg7X-X0BqSaBAJj1gmkNIli9Nop5HGCjO79kQ-2XT7YOsNZiIChuI-BqrCTNJ4nX3OJSp1EnMxoXhJTY6TdE2nkYaHYB-tRKLTaaxEyqKK4Z2fVeJKOh7YsNeVbzdP2uC233B0uLlMivmMA/s320/21de2fd946cc9283894fe7bdd36f3366.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Buceando entre fantasías y realidades</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">pude encontrar momentos únicos en mi vida</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Miradas</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Palabras</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Besos y caricias</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Buscando una señal que me muestre el camino,</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">encontré un pedazo de cielo y pensé en vos</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El interior de una montaña</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Lo profundo del mar</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La infinidad del espacio</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El maravilloso sol</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El suave aroma de la tierra mojada </span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">y la lluvia</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tantas historias en apenas un punto</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Son mías</span></p><p><span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-1643062849417460632024-03-10T19:00:00.006-03:002024-03-10T19:00:52.440-03:00Alas<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Alas</span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lcOwdD2vFYyshGGqDo7MbgwHZi6AAg3FiB54peNR37suYcckGPBgAw3B0_AZxP4vSK9bNQGJnP_hnrmV8jEpRwvvjnGkuGp_rLw5UV7KeXhS0TojyKxCJqh2ctiSZ1nmKuhUTn4k-oGryGClax6VRg0-0a8UbU3zCwy4vIetD93Bd7CIxyATnWDIYw/s626/0ea0b22f9dd168d6de51399cb60ddb10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><img border="0" data-original-height="626" data-original-width="417" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lcOwdD2vFYyshGGqDo7MbgwHZi6AAg3FiB54peNR37suYcckGPBgAw3B0_AZxP4vSK9bNQGJnP_hnrmV8jEpRwvvjnGkuGp_rLw5UV7KeXhS0TojyKxCJqh2ctiSZ1nmKuhUTn4k-oGryGClax6VRg0-0a8UbU3zCwy4vIetD93Bd7CIxyATnWDIYw/s320/0ea0b22f9dd168d6de51399cb60ddb10.jpg" width="213" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #45818e;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #45818e;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Alas para el viento</span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Alas para el sol de marzo</span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Pendientes que me alcanzan</span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Metas de vida que quiero cumplir</span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Esta rara sensación de tener algo más por vivir</span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Alas para llegar al sol y traspasar las barreras del infinito</span></p><p><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Alas para romper los silencios y los gritos que me retienen</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-46004732830673700852024-03-06T18:00:00.005-03:002024-03-06T18:00:50.762-03:00Un rayo de sol para mi corazón<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Z2BpjwIjl9jrw_IOddzv_E75cBKbPcDNKiwHaVhR11-1oUwe2k4ldEdEnzC0Wue2VrhC4BzvKnVde1oiwjjfo5fupnjdd9OeuHT_iMisSXKcMVmlPzGr5Rp7emFLMQYC4JKpcwyr8JGb2eP94qbAZ7q7Zt2bSqm8J4DLXKTa8eZHUoDXcHeZgVBuqQ/s704/6eca9e9e6da04972f209c32864e07a1c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Z2BpjwIjl9jrw_IOddzv_E75cBKbPcDNKiwHaVhR11-1oUwe2k4ldEdEnzC0Wue2VrhC4BzvKnVde1oiwjjfo5fupnjdd9OeuHT_iMisSXKcMVmlPzGr5Rp7emFLMQYC4JKpcwyr8JGb2eP94qbAZ7q7Zt2bSqm8J4DLXKTa8eZHUoDXcHeZgVBuqQ/s320/6eca9e9e6da04972f209c32864e07a1c.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Recuerdo como era el viento</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Caricias enseñadas</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Besos a la deriva al lado de mi boca</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Miradas encontradas junto </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">a la brisa perdida en el desierto</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Nunca quisimos olvidar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tampoco hacer un altar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Recuerdo como era el viento</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tocando canciones </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mirando mariposas volar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Jugando....</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Jugando entre poetas y aljibes del ayer</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Música...música...música para soñar</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-45575238431240553492024-03-03T15:30:00.007-03:002024-03-03T15:30:59.883-03:00El solitario gato <p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Esperaba encontrarte hoy</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y...vinieron las nubes</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La única flor blanca</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Las aves del barrio</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Las piedras rodaron cuesta abajo</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Los besos volaron al infinito</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Los abrazos fueron por un aperitivo</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y...yo me fui a comprar papas </span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Una ensalada me espera</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_-FS2R4XZbyFSN-rmgBPcXoEWnT6y33ix6jfwdBdRhKwhgR6OTn7_tp5fuj-jNtF3WX5a5_PZIyFijj8vwRbAszcmTDJSLUTP-tJTVVNdPpOTKGuxStqa6lWRGgn5e31BqXm9XMMYF35upXwkKGjkSsZ8JCMzrynJ9I6_WOYKQ9OTtnlcV0W6O15Jg/s400/73647d6adaf2ad136ebbb6dc228e33ff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="400" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii_-FS2R4XZbyFSN-rmgBPcXoEWnT6y33ix6jfwdBdRhKwhgR6OTn7_tp5fuj-jNtF3WX5a5_PZIyFijj8vwRbAszcmTDJSLUTP-tJTVVNdPpOTKGuxStqa6lWRGgn5e31BqXm9XMMYF35upXwkKGjkSsZ8JCMzrynJ9I6_WOYKQ9OTtnlcV0W6O15Jg/s320/73647d6adaf2ad136ebbb6dc228e33ff.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El gato quedó solo.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-76713313743696751212024-02-29T19:11:00.000-03:002024-02-29T19:11:03.008-03:00Viento del sur<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBD6MwHSZVNCotPqT73FSMM6ACh8GgoSxCZ4AWiJihai5GCbPlGdPnKCA4ujwq58wRHqV3OBd9_dRzwIICPmR5yspV4x8fiiUVSZi9KNi-7MKJYY2ugV0OCpnrTDtzZaMKhPXI_5HkEHA3cfzJmg0DS1gIoBr8LlF9qKEUvSGmunuv1Ep1YHWLf1trBw/s794/2acfc9097ea9adbb474daec4bc969e89.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="564" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBD6MwHSZVNCotPqT73FSMM6ACh8GgoSxCZ4AWiJihai5GCbPlGdPnKCA4ujwq58wRHqV3OBd9_dRzwIICPmR5yspV4x8fiiUVSZi9KNi-7MKJYY2ugV0OCpnrTDtzZaMKhPXI_5HkEHA3cfzJmg0DS1gIoBr8LlF9qKEUvSGmunuv1Ep1YHWLf1trBw/w333-h469/2acfc9097ea9adbb474daec4bc969e89.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sabes que alguna vez hablé con el viento que viene del sur</span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Este, me dijo unas cuantas cosas que me debía decir</span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">También m cantó canciones que hablaban de amores </span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Recuerdo que venía cansado de latir por aquellos lares</span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Que su vida ventolina cansaba un poco</span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">No tanto le contesté, siempre vuelves</span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Trayendo cosas nuevas y cosas de antaño</span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Flores frescas y flores guardadas</span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Caminos conocidos y por conocer</span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Y los besos inéditos</span></p><p><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Esos que a mi me gustan y hacen suspirar a los muertos.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-86007852224853090592024-02-28T13:17:00.001-03:002024-02-28T13:17:10.714-03:00Despertar de un beso <p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEakM5xxVsvDi62SnrvZ5X9vV-nhCefU1aWHvmq7Qi4S_Ox9btQDi7J-JIt0jN4WHFOoGFKb0f1gMqNgIFV7EMhmZRlGqLm6YtJoFf1EFovYMOrZo9lOOgGOIPhhpOsVU2-0JD7cfL8zEGyTLdiqL5L8pweyvebIq0Aj8X9kxexeWMNEyBdq9Ft3hvqQ/s720/4b298573a48f5d734157085d42e8e133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="443" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEakM5xxVsvDi62SnrvZ5X9vV-nhCefU1aWHvmq7Qi4S_Ox9btQDi7J-JIt0jN4WHFOoGFKb0f1gMqNgIFV7EMhmZRlGqLm6YtJoFf1EFovYMOrZo9lOOgGOIPhhpOsVU2-0JD7cfL8zEGyTLdiqL5L8pweyvebIq0Aj8X9kxexeWMNEyBdq9Ft3hvqQ/s320/4b298573a48f5d734157085d42e8e133.jpg" width="197" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Miro el despertar de los sueños y me deslizo hacia tu calma</span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me abrazo a esa ilusión de vivir fuera de esta realidad aplastante que destruye lo soñadora que hay en mi</span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tu calma me necesita para hacer un poco de nubes blancas y mandar al infinito</span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">No imaginas las ganas de volar y cabalgar con el viento</span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">De cantar y gritar mi desconcierto</span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Debo esperar que pase un camión</span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Debo salir y pedir una estrella de rock and roll</span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Decido, solo pedir un beso, para vivir el resto de la noche </span></p><p><span style="color: #999999; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Para no convertirme en un zombi</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-88466311099276119152024-02-26T19:04:00.002-03:002024-02-26T19:04:30.130-03:00Llueve<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-gJSAMEgt-Y8a7Prp3K1E-guy6hLlwiL6-wnF5Fh4HFsNNPMW0XoCnLCGp-34lAFVKuCIvReP7t6RuGVLEaPhyRM7Gos6F4RVMJ5oSZYw70-Q0Q06XmUlFjAhLI0r-myEVA9ZuLIrF0fzu5oiE9IYSNhgSnAnVQEvUXNww3u4Kq8HjE7fLcDi7uoQQ/s600/bfc9bcf2b7a308c9634841a1977fc73c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-gJSAMEgt-Y8a7Prp3K1E-guy6hLlwiL6-wnF5Fh4HFsNNPMW0XoCnLCGp-34lAFVKuCIvReP7t6RuGVLEaPhyRM7Gos6F4RVMJ5oSZYw70-Q0Q06XmUlFjAhLI0r-myEVA9ZuLIrF0fzu5oiE9IYSNhgSnAnVQEvUXNww3u4Kq8HjE7fLcDi7uoQQ/s320/bfc9bcf2b7a308c9634841a1977fc73c.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Hoy...convertida en sirena de lluvia</span></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me tuve que transformar para resistir el temporal</span></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y sin embargo, igual soy yo</span></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La de siempre</span></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La lunática e impredecible rata que habita estos lares del unicornio negro y la imaginación</span></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Escuchando canciones y estornudando</span></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Bajo el agua casi no se nota que tengo una alergia descomunal, en forma de espiral</span></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mis manos se convirtieron en aletas</span></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ms piernas en una cola hermosa de color verde ocre y azul tornasolado</span></p><p><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y sin embargo, sigo siendo yo</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-77922379364562420162024-02-22T20:51:00.000-03:002024-02-22T20:51:05.480-03:00Alma y tormenta<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkZRim87j6ipgc06O1CwCHFNftDa4QlAxqQsNLz-0qNGP8wbg8ZHA6FGxRxyQ8LjKH735Ju1sdqgTCnQJnjUEKzkqURFRENYu_4-Bh-9TeyqaWgvIz8wD3YkJKAgAJbN4KA8kRo5u3uHxA80ASpWAyLq858kpB2lIjkAIfFLWJDcXl2FJPm60iiifPQ/s856/pngtree-halloween-cat-with-moon-background-illustration-catblackgloomyterrormoonsecret-image_66189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="640" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkZRim87j6ipgc06O1CwCHFNftDa4QlAxqQsNLz-0qNGP8wbg8ZHA6FGxRxyQ8LjKH735Ju1sdqgTCnQJnjUEKzkqURFRENYu_4-Bh-9TeyqaWgvIz8wD3YkJKAgAJbN4KA8kRo5u3uHxA80ASpWAyLq858kpB2lIjkAIfFLWJDcXl2FJPm60iiifPQ/w284-h380/pngtree-halloween-cat-with-moon-background-illustration-catblackgloomyterrormoonsecret-image_66189.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y de repente, vino una lluvia poderosa y atormentada</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Todo sonaba a rayos</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Las plantas fueron las grandes favorecidas</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Creo saber quién es mi alma gemela</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y me gusta mucho</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Eso creo</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y yo creo</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Podemos hablar y hablar</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Podemos reír y reír por horas</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Puedo decir mis cosas</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Yo tengo cosas que nadie sabe</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Cada vez me gusta más lo del alma gemela</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tengo amistad con otras almas</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">No son tan gemelas pero si</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-19283005312878828062024-02-21T21:25:00.004-03:002024-02-21T21:25:42.289-03:00Rayada y lunática<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2NA6IkW-nLT6JpnG1z596C2WxNjLp_PY8cpQ2XJLbcScbOBcym3zl9aSJtlyKVTAd628qLHqpNIGievyE6-xF-KbzU5hi4VHgkhiWdvs1LYtYsaQa6tmhpjydJPKTRRg2DImvaN3X4d9-Sk74R02n5-tNlOSNUAmj3Rd8OxHBKTcadVhQmgd2l50yRQ/s236/795c8020373184c65c23fe8ac549563d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2NA6IkW-nLT6JpnG1z596C2WxNjLp_PY8cpQ2XJLbcScbOBcym3zl9aSJtlyKVTAd628qLHqpNIGievyE6-xF-KbzU5hi4VHgkhiWdvs1LYtYsaQa6tmhpjydJPKTRRg2DImvaN3X4d9-Sk74R02n5-tNlOSNUAmj3Rd8OxHBKTcadVhQmgd2l50yRQ/w324-h324/795c8020373184c65c23fe8ac549563d.jpg" width="324" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A veces pintamos sueños para recordar</span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Nos sumergimos en una utopía </span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">para despertar y pensar que todo puede ser verdad</span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y la realidad es así, lo podemos hacer una certeza</span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Recordar es volver a vivir una felicidad pasada</span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Teniendo en cuenta que el tiempo es un todo en la mente</span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Somos felices</span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Locamente felices</span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Rayando una locura que sienta bien</span></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me hace bien ser lunática</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-38967061938236966472024-02-19T22:14:00.001-03:002024-02-19T22:14:32.782-03:00Verde de amor<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Entre todas las tonalidades de verdes</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Hay un verde limón que llamó mi atención</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Es un limonero grande y ancho</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me regala hojas, cuando viene el viento sur</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y sus hojas dicen cosas a mi corazón</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Que frágil, suspira por él</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Un amor </span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A veces, me gusta cabalgar el viento</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A veces bailo con las hojas del limonero</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">mientras el sol susurra una canción en mis oídos</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me abrazo</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sonrío</span></p><p><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Soy feliz</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6gOsLiiFfrcCDsdxJ5nUPJXfK8GoGyOCZS-dZ0WHiAi1M8zuJ4NI7AFDWqXLuT5QuFiaLGoRawvKt-Jnpf_CDw_txZefzOLQ7KPS-rgZmuAZ9MjQtlVlszi_hNeka6pDdM0g1ddjz1-sTp0ZNzERSUjfVMe0cNF9fNH9mcrgsCRGlRyIYdpuvN2byg/s236/c2412683c305c1f0382e9835387d606f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6gOsLiiFfrcCDsdxJ5nUPJXfK8GoGyOCZS-dZ0WHiAi1M8zuJ4NI7AFDWqXLuT5QuFiaLGoRawvKt-Jnpf_CDw_txZefzOLQ7KPS-rgZmuAZ9MjQtlVlszi_hNeka6pDdM0g1ddjz1-sTp0ZNzERSUjfVMe0cNF9fNH9mcrgsCRGlRyIYdpuvN2byg/s1600/c2412683c305c1f0382e9835387d606f.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-84118962309336932442024-02-16T17:40:00.005-03:002024-02-16T17:40:55.782-03:00Yo...estoy<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSCdYGEKfQa7pP9QSRvKBEfX7ZBieqlWIOsVkN2lHUGcYhgKs2yS1lhIbQgmKB1ztNYxvsdudT73mtbtt_dHM20r5MBh1tJAeJWKGc41LFkgNHeCiz4vWD_IW-Y3yp_tpO_YT3GzIE3pKBqrP1DMfO5-3o9H1eZdVAXAw6BD6hFVPFWyP62U4JmwcV7g/s563/584ac18e361249e2f7765d402cba4414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="561" data-original-width="563" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSCdYGEKfQa7pP9QSRvKBEfX7ZBieqlWIOsVkN2lHUGcYhgKs2yS1lhIbQgmKB1ztNYxvsdudT73mtbtt_dHM20r5MBh1tJAeJWKGc41LFkgNHeCiz4vWD_IW-Y3yp_tpO_YT3GzIE3pKBqrP1DMfO5-3o9H1eZdVAXAw6BD6hFVPFWyP62U4JmwcV7g/w320-h319/584ac18e361249e2f7765d402cba4414.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La armonía está instalada</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La ausencia, niega haber estado aquí</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La verdad es ambigua</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La necesidad altera las normas</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El amor trae a la calma consigo</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La lejanía se retira para otra ocasión</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y yo estoy...</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-17079807857053306812024-02-12T23:23:00.000-03:002024-02-12T23:23:01.300-03:00Fue un día<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmyUDtkVtXmHiUB2JjFLxnFmKFeL_KWst2hAb5Q7D_MAt2eR7zuM-NphuazNMzteAMpI3_0UKOZjg5x7bKwUz416i3ZWi5DzgGafjbzIvhWeRlPaqxhip91m1vVaSHTGTq9Fob_BhRU3zPUJSJ0LLsIJZ2id_yh9vuo8VuQmjBcq9YD4TdPE8OO-D1g/s353/5edd22543ee55429b1605bf692a49ab3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="235" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmyUDtkVtXmHiUB2JjFLxnFmKFeL_KWst2hAb5Q7D_MAt2eR7zuM-NphuazNMzteAMpI3_0UKOZjg5x7bKwUz416i3ZWi5DzgGafjbzIvhWeRlPaqxhip91m1vVaSHTGTq9Fob_BhRU3zPUJSJ0LLsIJZ2id_yh9vuo8VuQmjBcq9YD4TdPE8OO-D1g/s320/5edd22543ee55429b1605bf692a49ab3.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Un día te encontré, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">dentro de las farolas de la plaza del pueblo</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ibas silbando una melodía </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ibas soñando, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">mirando la noche infinita</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tus pensamientos, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">cerrados al mundo exterior</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La sangre en tus venas, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">corrían para alcanzar,</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">la emoción de vivir todos los días y sus noches</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Las palabras, tus palabras, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">surgían y se quedaban en el papel</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Tus sueños, </span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">surcaban y se internaban</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">en eternidad del mar</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Un día te encontré...en esas noches</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-79260899582452931862024-02-11T18:54:00.002-03:002024-02-11T18:54:56.526-03:00Yo me pregunto<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJd-WNA62iaLSIxaH0AfN67x4eTRF853APFdlBFy3_RkdGqZoZY07m74M_yHWo0yn4kWjMZPjENBTepLqp_JCrG0f9DEVo7IgP0YTZpdF4hWjVfrkTlRYwFJ9PiNXiWky4eeIw-ddH2CcxRHmcg7DJD7FYzCnFb8zx1t9o_1_KggYCzJGCZfF6sTa4Q/s751/e5a1aac5b3959d68e918d81ca088e71e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="563" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJd-WNA62iaLSIxaH0AfN67x4eTRF853APFdlBFy3_RkdGqZoZY07m74M_yHWo0yn4kWjMZPjENBTepLqp_JCrG0f9DEVo7IgP0YTZpdF4hWjVfrkTlRYwFJ9PiNXiWky4eeIw-ddH2CcxRHmcg7DJD7FYzCnFb8zx1t9o_1_KggYCzJGCZfF6sTa4Q/s320/e5a1aac5b3959d68e918d81ca088e71e.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">En estos días, me he estado preguntando...</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¿Cuál es la razón por la que te he mostrado mis sentimientos, </span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">mis sueños, mi dolor extraño, mi yo interior?</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¿Por que motivo, nunca te mostré el exterior de mi mundo?</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Siempre supiste de mis locuras y de mis arrebatos</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mis impulsos absurdos</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">La percepción de la realidad a través de mi</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Los sueños alcanzados, los renunciados y los desechados</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mis anhelos y mis renuncias</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">De mis vuelos, desde donde siempre vuelvo</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">De lo que tengo y de lo que no tengo</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">De lo que quiero y me gusta</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Pero nunca te dije que tengo nariz,</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">ojos que ven poco</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Boca que quiere besar</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Brazos y piernas</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Cabellera entre lo negro y lo marrón</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y demás...que nunca te dije</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-54670309714301564102024-02-08T22:58:00.001-03:002024-02-08T22:58:33.271-03:00Del rosa al verde<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABIAPxdIzbGlHooawwjH3rHbU3w-WQzApI8NbkEEykA1WdqFQak7mnrb65aRizxPQqW47foRyRwIagxGvWkGdzG2rSpT2_Kq70fSLYPVfoN29xXR8iQ3izEtYRFwIGlofFLX40Hx3SccoWf207fUENnRe1jfWevKAGu7c47bf5hOYlLjNDGREVcV39Q/s705/89d3993d1ac78dcff759a200c6bde23e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgABIAPxdIzbGlHooawwjH3rHbU3w-WQzApI8NbkEEykA1WdqFQak7mnrb65aRizxPQqW47foRyRwIagxGvWkGdzG2rSpT2_Kq70fSLYPVfoN29xXR8iQ3izEtYRFwIGlofFLX40Hx3SccoWf207fUENnRe1jfWevKAGu7c47bf5hOYlLjNDGREVcV39Q/s320/89d3993d1ac78dcff759a200c6bde23e.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Hay alegría en el vivir del día a día</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">No me arrepiento de amanecer conmigo</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quisiera conversar contigo, </span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">cuando todo se transforma y soy feliz</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-59189810398426164382024-02-07T18:06:00.001-03:002024-02-07T18:06:10.768-03:00Sol de febrero<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBe3TMLsTgzwMI_IFlXu2pB9RCCokug0qiYboBJIgj3kRuBwBTRwNzk7d3D8qg8PG_UzYMvC7abkIwiDx4vQiBjKWufXHi9mv4I-FO85FwZ1L11zDu9LrogkWuMKEZ6LCBLTInexyrXzTRWs2IipHj9w1m1dgnzcicWwJSx0fjGE9QRJJpkWu8Ip6ilA/s236/e87aa069e09db667ad054f363b284626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="236" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBe3TMLsTgzwMI_IFlXu2pB9RCCokug0qiYboBJIgj3kRuBwBTRwNzk7d3D8qg8PG_UzYMvC7abkIwiDx4vQiBjKWufXHi9mv4I-FO85FwZ1L11zDu9LrogkWuMKEZ6LCBLTInexyrXzTRWs2IipHj9w1m1dgnzcicWwJSx0fjGE9QRJJpkWu8Ip6ilA/w343-h257/e87aa069e09db667ad054f363b284626.jpg" width="343" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">He sembrado flores para el sol de febrero</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Mariposas y abejas pueden visitar el jardín</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Aves cantoras</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Estrellas del amanecer</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sentimientos perdidos</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Amores</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sonrisas de esperanzas</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Risas de catarsis</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Manos entrelazadas (aún las cursis)</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y los besos apretados</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Pueden visitarme y tomaremos de este sol con hielo</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-59817911278128484982024-02-05T08:33:00.001-03:002024-02-05T08:33:26.633-03:00Sol de febrero<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">A veces, aparecen esos días extraordinarios</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ayer fue uno de esos</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y...me regalé un beso de mi hermana</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Una rosa y una canción</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me sentó como un guante, en un día de frío</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me sentí feliz por existir</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me fui con el viento para el sur</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Con las ganas de encontrarte en una brisa</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Una brisa que venía del mar</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Un aroma casual</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Una sonrisa especial</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Te veías como un sol de inigualable color</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCF18ZN-SF3NtjsVNpE1I8zs8PSuid5v4bzt4WhXV_fKha2j2tpwAZ_48O3yC83UD0ELRTLKth9y_3n2Yg0EYFRa6lrGX9SOgjRCS8LOoCCTbxBQ4rP9Mn3KAO2xlqpshxGdOLvZMMTOUe41L__8nCkEfQtLfKdYLnY6cXvbLXQmukKUEtUnIVyN1wiw/s236/c2412683c305c1f0382e9835387d606f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCF18ZN-SF3NtjsVNpE1I8zs8PSuid5v4bzt4WhXV_fKha2j2tpwAZ_48O3yC83UD0ELRTLKth9y_3n2Yg0EYFRa6lrGX9SOgjRCS8LOoCCTbxBQ4rP9Mn3KAO2xlqpshxGdOLvZMMTOUe41L__8nCkEfQtLfKdYLnY6cXvbLXQmukKUEtUnIVyN1wiw/s1600/c2412683c305c1f0382e9835387d606f.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-65470305703228647382024-01-31T20:56:00.000-03:002024-01-31T20:56:07.667-03:00Para mi...<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1tn09Af47k8E1aRgcalvfZLA40QBL2VL7Hn5qIahdgQqQmys_0rHcmCr8eUtxKTOr66-vPcVai-s8r5sl7FqkiISJptiRs-YZaKGpMdR9CEk-eW07QEdsLLMDP2IfFF_gNlqZ0I5fN1H4DpxZ1Gb8jCyhm7I7m-Gwfmb1QOK9k6ChFlrBM-g7HQHSQ/s564/fb0af48e5bbcd4f37239a3eaf4fd3496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1tn09Af47k8E1aRgcalvfZLA40QBL2VL7Hn5qIahdgQqQmys_0rHcmCr8eUtxKTOr66-vPcVai-s8r5sl7FqkiISJptiRs-YZaKGpMdR9CEk-eW07QEdsLLMDP2IfFF_gNlqZ0I5fN1H4DpxZ1Gb8jCyhm7I7m-Gwfmb1QOK9k6ChFlrBM-g7HQHSQ/s320/fb0af48e5bbcd4f37239a3eaf4fd3496.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">El día precioso se presentó de repente</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">La mente tenía recuerdos estrellados</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Los fideos se estaban quemando</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">La lotería favoreciendo, quién sabe a quién,</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">no era yo o lo sabría</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Una mariposa marrón con rayitas beige, posada en el girasol</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Fue en ese preciso momento </span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">escuché la canción y volé</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Volé a tu encuentro y soñé</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Te tenía en la mira</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Y con mis ojos en tu cara</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Besé tu boca con la mejor intención</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Para mi...</span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-81353616017216256522024-01-30T14:24:00.001-03:002024-01-30T14:24:09.489-03:00Decentemente...<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghTfLStA4SfIFynSI8SPBsT3Rjl4af3KnZXSaYX5ILehvq0Xr016rIYI4M2ZaZlxMVjr9ePdVejOyHyp-p0EAhDzv-2Jyk1LSKCUX9E1y6mikULXaMuWcgI_gbpgKXaekMFiijPWycGc7UT4r1CtiStCI4UFIYFTN1hEYtygEsDgBANCjDP4JbIJPZA/s325/654637c483510ddda4331e97f3aa57c3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="325" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhghTfLStA4SfIFynSI8SPBsT3Rjl4af3KnZXSaYX5ILehvq0Xr016rIYI4M2ZaZlxMVjr9ePdVejOyHyp-p0EAhDzv-2Jyk1LSKCUX9E1y6mikULXaMuWcgI_gbpgKXaekMFiijPWycGc7UT4r1CtiStCI4UFIYFTN1hEYtygEsDgBANCjDP4JbIJPZA/s320/654637c483510ddda4331e97f3aa57c3.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">"Comportarse decente"</span></p><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">No se sinceramente que significa</span></p><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Decente con quién</span></p><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¿<span> Conmigo?</span></span></p><p><span><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¿Con el otro?</span></span></p><p><span><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¿Con la sociedad?</span></span></p><p><span><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Si es conmigo, trato de ser decente y hacer lo que yo deseo y no me haga sentir mal o arrepentida</span></span></p><p><span><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y con todos los demás, tampoco soy estúpida, no tanto</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><span>Y la realidad es que no lastimo a nadie, </span>conscientemente</span></p><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sin embargo ya no me regalo, a mi entorno</span></p><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Así está mejor, para todos.</span></p><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Ya no digo tanto</span></p><p><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Me quedo con mis pensamientos guardados.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-9338637882598655292024-01-25T08:46:00.000-03:002024-01-25T08:46:00.028-03:00Nunca se sabe<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJA4YcS2vsXGX6nQn8ofv8XfipYCy0MU-BmWavnJmFxr4hWn_ihKNlcJuc0BWMg0PH9CdE3jIkIqv2sY113Lhf_9yWcyHGtOq40C_aHlR65zLTGistqUqk3LnNGhB13_MfOqlTgU6lomgY_9CR929Ga2Loq7Kndpl3-0KwiAygwhc1WO1gwkx_uSwxjQ/s306/a07e488804f3f54c40d85242e3821247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="306" data-original-width="236" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJA4YcS2vsXGX6nQn8ofv8XfipYCy0MU-BmWavnJmFxr4hWn_ihKNlcJuc0BWMg0PH9CdE3jIkIqv2sY113Lhf_9yWcyHGtOq40C_aHlR65zLTGistqUqk3LnNGhB13_MfOqlTgU6lomgY_9CR929Ga2Loq7Kndpl3-0KwiAygwhc1WO1gwkx_uSwxjQ/s1600/a07e488804f3f54c40d85242e3821247.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">¿Sabes?</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Había una vez un fantasma, se llamaba "lo que ya fue"</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">un fantasma muy peligroso, si los hay</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Podía atraparte y dejarte para siempre en el pasado</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Aprisionado entre la nostalgia y el recuerdo</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Rompiéndote los quinotos y las naranjas también</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Se debe poner mucha voluntad y paciencia para salirle al paso a lo que vendrá</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Y...nunca se sabe</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Se puede lograr a destino</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Si pones afán </span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Se puede alcanzar la felicidad por otros caminos</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Debemos esperar lo inesperado y no morir en el primer obstáculo</span></p><p><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Creo yo</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-60818218122229711392024-01-21T00:09:00.001-03:002024-01-21T00:09:29.667-03:00Manteniendo el misterio<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqW3-4LsEYAA5Z7a3o-PuK99PZYXqyz1diNRMAVEIin35LVRMQzsSFzeL4X5_v7mjDRUruWuKyurw5Fw6nv4Ym-AT0COHinjU9Q1MvC0eEPsztPaIuzH-neZJkb5y48Ovsz2tczzD7AZ_AVdu1AjAhBnwZIsFuP6_itj90EqpFfeYAwT6e-hfsLltCQ/s811/3dc4a196212325a22949cd9564c32861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="474" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqW3-4LsEYAA5Z7a3o-PuK99PZYXqyz1diNRMAVEIin35LVRMQzsSFzeL4X5_v7mjDRUruWuKyurw5Fw6nv4Ym-AT0COHinjU9Q1MvC0eEPsztPaIuzH-neZJkb5y48Ovsz2tczzD7AZ_AVdu1AjAhBnwZIsFuP6_itj90EqpFfeYAwT6e-hfsLltCQ/s320/3dc4a196212325a22949cd9564c32861.jpg" width="187" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Hemos volado lo suficiente</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Hemos alcanzado a libar el néctar de las picardías</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Sin embargo hemos dejado un margen frente a nosotros</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Espejos de cristal con alas que nacen con el viento,</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">donde se reflejan pequeñas vivencias que nadie conoce</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Hemos volado lo suficiente para saber uno del otro,</span></p><p><span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Manteniendo el misterio, de lo desconocido.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-38822390117021580902024-01-19T18:05:00.004-03:002024-01-19T18:05:49.911-03:00El cielo en mis manos<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHpz2vQ0TNhVtH9LO24HrGPcPKpFlwP2_IbRG0RRXfttiAUNRynuxSvtgRnUM03rc0s70IC321x95dE1kSo7f3yBFrHeUfMcW5Qo_0_8SRsZnq8-CbtsuLsIy9826lydXfuil6a-5u_GQgFlmeiWiftU2zPQw4R5tyC4qNceKhyphenhyphenN42qNNAY9jyDE7zw/s512/0f958e13bd804ac7a813e9a583b4c991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="413" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHpz2vQ0TNhVtH9LO24HrGPcPKpFlwP2_IbRG0RRXfttiAUNRynuxSvtgRnUM03rc0s70IC321x95dE1kSo7f3yBFrHeUfMcW5Qo_0_8SRsZnq8-CbtsuLsIy9826lydXfuil6a-5u_GQgFlmeiWiftU2zPQw4R5tyC4qNceKhyphenhyphenN42qNNAY9jyDE7zw/s320/0f958e13bd804ac7a813e9a583b4c991.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Me gustan los colores profundos</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Los colores suaves</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Y el corazón palpitando</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">El amor que se desborda</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Las canciones que se clavan como flechas</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Bailar al son de los tambores del llano</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Besar con intensidad</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Abrazar la noche en mis sueños</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Robar una flor</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Cantar con las ves del paraíso</span></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400; font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;">Ver el cielo a mi alrededor</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-86291309979937810082024-01-17T15:17:00.001-03:002024-01-17T15:17:08.508-03:00Gracias<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5f2QZQWmV8rL3e-wZ9FSVJYjpOa9yZI0ceu1K-X9d5kHZc-2YmiFP5My-C8vK27Yi2KlEOLM6KtObFz_6dHcsVQDmPvqhkoxa-j-ITdjVl-y8LGVr38CT1LYpOFTbrdNr8JvPvWXuoXL4w91jUGaBcFvm7T4CURH2q9Pe2SOLzcIV1sgrvCR-moWVOQ/s480/e67b260414b71621e8fab32797ee11d7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5f2QZQWmV8rL3e-wZ9FSVJYjpOa9yZI0ceu1K-X9d5kHZc-2YmiFP5My-C8vK27Yi2KlEOLM6KtObFz_6dHcsVQDmPvqhkoxa-j-ITdjVl-y8LGVr38CT1LYpOFTbrdNr8JvPvWXuoXL4w91jUGaBcFvm7T4CURH2q9Pe2SOLzcIV1sgrvCR-moWVOQ/s320/e67b260414b71621e8fab32797ee11d7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Amanecí escuchando el canto de un pájaro, cantaba hermoso y fuerte, enérgico</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Una canción hecha de amor a la vida</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Sublime</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Fecundo</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Creo firmemente que ese canto era para mi</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Gracias...</span></p><p><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-3859017410812515632024-01-15T11:20:00.004-03:002024-01-15T11:20:54.252-03:00El tiempo corre, no camina<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YERXvFoAz_BiO4De_NbHhy4sI8VPh9BqfEBnoD6n9ggj6QjYnxJtcrWwNGOUR0_AdukdHE4GX9HQM9FW1YVbSdAGcJdblqMIME_8HWpFL3zt17FkRhz17e9qJixPdn8eDJqERqxwKJZsVHZSlt_6nT1pNla6hbhk4rZpmftMJSatrJ5vhfbwDTiIOw/s330/f5b97f5059db8ccf60a784a3eeca197f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="236" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YERXvFoAz_BiO4De_NbHhy4sI8VPh9BqfEBnoD6n9ggj6QjYnxJtcrWwNGOUR0_AdukdHE4GX9HQM9FW1YVbSdAGcJdblqMIME_8HWpFL3zt17FkRhz17e9qJixPdn8eDJqERqxwKJZsVHZSlt_6nT1pNla6hbhk4rZpmftMJSatrJ5vhfbwDTiIOw/s320/f5b97f5059db8ccf60a784a3eeca197f.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Ha pasado mucho tiempo</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Y la alegría acude a mi encuentro</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">La intensidad de mis vivencias, </span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">sugiere una vida distinta a la gran mayoría</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Sin embargo, no quiero cantar victoria</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Haber amado y entregado un corazón</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Haber sufrido con un corazón roto en las manos</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Volver...renacer...reír</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Reír es tan importe...como cantar</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Me recuerda a vos</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Me sugiere besos y caricias</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Ha pasado mucho tiempo</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Aún me palpita la sangre, corriendo por las venas</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">La mente inquieta</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Los sentidos despiertos</span></p><p><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">La ilusión intacta, recorre mi vida</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018245571854742617.post-47647668288539500532024-01-13T01:22:00.000-03:002024-01-13T01:22:01.712-03:00El amor...el amor...<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlU7b4zRofzaoPnYALRfSiYI6D3oVYJH6Aq1T8BHuAd5W1hvE0HcReV0SSeu5OyBqzD5SF-XpcCKcJI7GqpAGPReJuOU9M9WdkUjhwhPOgJfkREovD7k9urAaLKmSkzqQ3llbAnW022hbyXzrCQQfR9gUGuZV9Co4W_KlEvC3hl2GKGnzMhMtpQSq9lg/s833/3f006afcf2a05a9421340ac910aafadc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="833" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlU7b4zRofzaoPnYALRfSiYI6D3oVYJH6Aq1T8BHuAd5W1hvE0HcReV0SSeu5OyBqzD5SF-XpcCKcJI7GqpAGPReJuOU9M9WdkUjhwhPOgJfkREovD7k9urAaLKmSkzqQ3llbAnW022hbyXzrCQQfR9gUGuZV9Co4W_KlEvC3hl2GKGnzMhMtpQSq9lg/s320/3f006afcf2a05a9421340ac910aafadc.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Para soñar, no hace falta mucho</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Para soñar, abro la mente y dejo volar la imaginación</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Para soñar, abro el corazón y me dejo llenar de la emoción</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">Para soñar, canto a las montañas...al viento...al sol...</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El amor</span></p><p><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: courier; font-size: large;">El amor</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>gla.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06103905886714875109noreply@blogger.com15