<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030</id><updated>2011-10-08T07:00:10.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muy parecido al amor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2586527702406584895</id><published>2011-01-09T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T08:33:39.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/TSnhAqSveUI/AAAAAAAAB98/F-VdI7AKpjo/s1600/SDC11626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/TSnhAqSveUI/AAAAAAAAB98/F-VdI7AKpjo/s400/SDC11626.JPG" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Viene un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recuerdo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;fugaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2586527702406584895?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2586527702406584895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2011/01/viene-un-recuerdo-fugaz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2586527702406584895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2586527702406584895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2011/01/viene-un-recuerdo-fugaz.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/TSnhAqSveUI/AAAAAAAAB98/F-VdI7AKpjo/s72-c/SDC11626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3562664428873220052</id><published>2010-10-25T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T06:37:44.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Alejate de mi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;amor, &lt;i&gt;yo se que aun estas a tiempo,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;no soy quien de verdad parezco&lt;/b&gt; y perdon , no soy quien crees, &lt;i&gt;yo no cai del cielo.&lt;/i&gt; Si aun no me lo crees amor y quieres tu correr el riesgo, &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;veras que soy realmente buena en engañar y hacer sufrir&lt;/b&gt; a quien mas quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3562664428873220052?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3562664428873220052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/10/alejate-de-mi-amor-yo-se-que-aun-estas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3562664428873220052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3562664428873220052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/10/alejate-de-mi-amor-yo-se-que-aun-estas.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3982457817173395720</id><published>2010-10-22T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:45:27.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: x-large;"&gt;No te quiero asustar pero &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;siento miedo&lt;/b&gt; de que poco a poco vaya a &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;enamorarme.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3982457817173395720?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3982457817173395720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-te-quiero-asustar-pero-siento-miedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3982457817173395720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3982457817173395720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-te-quiero-asustar-pero-siento-miedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7885580768776766439</id><published>2010-10-07T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:22:44.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Si pudiera mataria por &lt;em&gt;cinco minutos mas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Tengo abierto el minibar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;y&lt;strong&gt; cerrado el corazon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7885580768776766439?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7885580768776766439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/10/si-pudiera-mataria-por-cinco-minutos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7885580768776766439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7885580768776766439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/10/si-pudiera-mataria-por-cinco-minutos.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-8393263400200123845</id><published>2010-10-05T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:08:39.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Asi que ahora te enteras que &lt;strong&gt;me extrañas pero te asusta volver...&lt;/strong&gt; Gatita flora &lt;strong&gt;quedate donde estas.&lt;/strong&gt; Lo unico que me pienso guardar son esas fotos mientras dormis, &lt;em&gt;cuando quieras el bolso precioso pasalo a buscar.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bye bye, bye bye rubio, bye bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-8393263400200123845?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8393263400200123845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/10/asi-que-ahora-te-enteras-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8393263400200123845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8393263400200123845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/10/asi-que-ahora-te-enteras-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6904196948252796752</id><published>2010-09-30T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:46:03.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Sabes bien que te di lo que soy y &lt;em&gt;tu amor es limosna&lt;/em&gt; y dolor. Yo de ti fui un amante&lt;em&gt; sin amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Se acabo&lt;/u&gt; no me pidas perdón, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;mírate, estas solo otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y mírame, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;que mi culpa no es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Deja de atormentarme al corazón, lárgate que &lt;u&gt;ya no te quiero ver.&lt;/u&gt; No hay nadie en este mundo que me hiciera tanto daño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fui tonta no lo niego,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;me llegaste a convencer&lt;/u&gt; y vienes y me mientes mientras vamos de la mano,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; seguro estas pensando que me tienes a tus pies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Maldita estupidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo quise hacerte feliz,&lt;/em&gt; pero el problema es que no quieres ser feliz, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;se me olvido a mi también que yo también quería serlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y lo lamento &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"&gt;no vuelvo a caer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6904196948252796752?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6904196948252796752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/sabes-bien-que-te-di-lo-que-soy-y-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6904196948252796752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6904196948252796752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/sabes-bien-que-te-di-lo-que-soy-y-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6815391071316347827</id><published>2010-09-24T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:35:16.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SE QUE NO REGRESARAS, LO QUE NOS PASO NO REPETIRA JAMAS. MIL AÑOS NO ME ALCANZARAN PARA BORRARTE Y OLVIDAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6815391071316347827?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6815391071316347827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-que-no-regresaras-lo-que-nos-paso-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6815391071316347827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6815391071316347827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-que-no-regresaras-lo-que-nos-paso-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-840376320070430285</id><published>2010-09-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:55:24.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/TJzXzzyJIJI/AAAAAAAAB04/sKVQBGh6LDQ/s1600/61625_1641863251180_1374806781_1717683_2334127_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/TJzXzzyJIJI/AAAAAAAAB04/sKVQBGh6LDQ/s320/61625_1641863251180_1374806781_1717683_2334127_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Despertaras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; solo para darte cuenta&amp;nbsp;de que fuiste&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quien&lt;em&gt; me fallaste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despertaras...&lt;/em&gt; y sera muy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para recobrar todo lo que dejaste. Se que por hoy las penas solo rien porque solo me quedan mil noches sin dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al fin y al cabo tu despertaras&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Despertaras... Y tu mente quedara llena de lodo ya que me embarraste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Despertaras... Solo para darte cuenta de que fuiste &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; quien&lt;em&gt; me fallaste. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Se que por hoy las penas solo rien porque solo me quedan mil noches sin dormir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Al fin y al cabo tu despertaras... Porque nadie sabe lo que tiene hasta que lo pierde.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vas a desearme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(porque nadie sabe lo que tiene hasta que lo pierde).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vas a quererme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;(porque nadie sabe lo que tiene hasta que lo pierde).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vas a querer volver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yo lo se, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;vas a querer tenerme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Porque nadie sabe lo que tiene hasta que lo pierde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-840376320070430285?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/840376320070430285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/despertaras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/840376320070430285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/840376320070430285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/despertaras.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/TJzXzzyJIJI/AAAAAAAAB04/sKVQBGh6LDQ/s72-c/61625_1641863251180_1374806781_1717683_2334127_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2830060466284780967</id><published>2010-09-23T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:33:51.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y el día estuvo MAL (hoy te soñé), no quiero recordarte más (no me hace bien). Quisiera comprender que estas muy lejos y que no te importa nada de lo que me pasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2830060466284780967?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2830060466284780967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/y-el-dia-estuvo-mal-hoy-te-sone-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2830060466284780967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2830060466284780967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/y-el-dia-estuvo-mal-hoy-te-sone-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2536655853385153814</id><published>2010-09-22T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T18:47:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Si otras han sido tu escuela, yo sere tu graduacion... Cuando incluyas en la cama al corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2536655853385153814?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2536655853385153814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/si-otras-han-sido-tu-escuela-yo-sere-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2536655853385153814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2536655853385153814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/si-otras-han-sido-tu-escuela-yo-sere-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-4564363202909321644</id><published>2010-09-22T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:10:10.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Es impresionante la forma en la que me canso, me aburro y cambio las cosas, todo el tiempo. En fin revivi este blog (me gusta mas que el otro), y acabo de ver que tendria que borrar alguna que otra foto que anda por ahi (que no tengo ganas de andar mirando).&lt;br /&gt;En fin, MUY PARECIDO AL AMOR... Mas claro hechale vodka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-4564363202909321644?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4564363202909321644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/es-impresionante-la-forma-en-la-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/4564363202909321644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/4564363202909321644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/es-impresionante-la-forma-en-la-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2702799517700091171</id><published>2010-09-22T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:06:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/TJqLNTPmiyI/AAAAAAAAB0o/g6DdnxJ_22A/s1600/60921_1525715140149_1152776745_31389500_7929154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/TJqLNTPmiyI/AAAAAAAAB0o/g6DdnxJ_22A/s400/60921_1525715140149_1152776745_31389500_7929154_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tendrás que cuidar y comprender lo que nadie me supo entender muy bien... Puedo ver lo que esta llegando &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y sentirte entre mis brazos, como una noche de verano. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2702799517700091171?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2702799517700091171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/tendras-que-cuidar-y-comprender-lo-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2702799517700091171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2702799517700091171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/09/tendras-que-cuidar-y-comprender-lo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/TJqLNTPmiyI/AAAAAAAAB0o/g6DdnxJ_22A/s72-c/60921_1525715140149_1152776745_31389500_7929154_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3156400311769427191</id><published>2010-04-14T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:54:07.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://confesioness-deinvierno.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3156400311769427191?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3156400311769427191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpconnfesionessdeinvierrnoo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3156400311769427191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3156400311769427191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpconnfesionessdeinvierrnoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-8453014300620438871</id><published>2010-04-13T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:00:40.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Qué tendrá de real esta locura?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quien nos asegura que esto es normal?&lt;br /&gt;Y no me importa contarte, que ya perdí la mesura, que &lt;i&gt;ya colgué mi armadura en&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt; tu&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;portal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-8453014300620438871?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8453014300620438871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-tendra-de-real-esta-locura-quien.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8453014300620438871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8453014300620438871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-tendra-de-real-esta-locura-quien.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2791605259480782355</id><published>2010-04-13T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:30:34.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Quiero ver que me lleves donde vos estas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y me guíes donde caminas&lt;br /&gt;Luminoso ser puedo verte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enséñame un poco más de amarte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enséñame un poco más de verte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiero disfrutar de hoy tenerte...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoy quisiera que el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Se detuviera en eterno presente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser testigo y cómplice autor&lt;br /&gt;Del motor de este amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hermosa invasión de tu amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoy tu mundo y el mió son el mismo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2791605259480782355?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2791605259480782355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/quiero-ver-que-me-lleves-donde-vos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2791605259480782355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2791605259480782355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/quiero-ver-que-me-lleves-donde-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-5915593757808489947</id><published>2010-04-12T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:36:22.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y si me preguntan, a dónde voy, de dónde soy, &lt;i&gt;a dónde quiero llegar. &lt;/i&gt;Si me preguntan a dónde me lleva &lt;i&gt;amar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A ti, &lt;/b&gt;a ti. A ti ya estoy de vuelta antes de regresar, en ti, &lt;b&gt;en ti es donde siempre quisiera estar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-5915593757808489947?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5915593757808489947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/y-si-me-preguntan-donde-voy-de-donde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5915593757808489947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5915593757808489947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/y-si-me-preguntan-donde-voy-de-donde.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2624780963366009352</id><published>2010-04-12T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:25:43.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonriendo con ganas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Nzr4AbE3I/AAAAAAAABa8/1pWYCc1lm9U/s1600/1261934101586_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Nzr4AbE3I/AAAAAAAABa8/1pWYCc1lm9U/s400/1261934101586_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2624780963366009352?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2624780963366009352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/sonriendo-con-ganas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2624780963366009352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2624780963366009352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/sonriendo-con-ganas.html' title='Sonriendo con ganas'/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Nzr4AbE3I/AAAAAAAABa8/1pWYCc1lm9U/s72-c/1261934101586_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1123019640157821328</id><published>2010-04-12T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:22:42.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;DESCONFIO HASTA LOS HUESOS DE LOS SIEMPRE CONTENTOS, PREFIERO BELLEZAS SIN TA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;NTO ESPAMENTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1123019640157821328?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1123019640157821328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/desconfio-hasta-los-huesos-de-los.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1123019640157821328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1123019640157821328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/desconfio-hasta-los-huesos-de-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-705078742258051208</id><published>2010-04-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:37:33.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Déjame atravesar el viento sin documentos, &lt;br /&gt;que  lo haré por el tiempo que tuvimos... &lt;br /&gt;porque no queda salida, porque  pareces dormida, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;porque buscando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; tu sonrisa&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;estaría toda mi vida. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;quiero  ser el único que te muerda en la boca. &lt;br /&gt;quiero saber que la vida  contigo no va a terminar. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame que te cierre esta noche los ojos, &lt;br /&gt;y  mañana vendré con un cigarro a la cama. &lt;br /&gt;porque no tengo más  intenciones que seguir &lt;br /&gt;bebiendo de esta copa que no está tan rota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;quiero  ser el único que te muerda en la boca. &lt;br /&gt;quiero saber que la vida  contigo no va a terminar. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-705078742258051208?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/705078742258051208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/dejame-atravesar-el-viento-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/705078742258051208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/705078742258051208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/dejame-atravesar-el-viento-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-8308895850879375016</id><published>2010-04-06T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:41:45.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S7tHncUVR9I/AAAAAAAABak/SnD7G2SJMBY/s1600/Imagen+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S7tHncUVR9I/AAAAAAAABak/SnD7G2SJMBY/s400/Imagen+043.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quien te dijo que no hay nadie que te entienda? Si &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;tu dolor es mi dolor...&lt;/span&gt; Si ahora llueve, despues brillaran estrellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-8308895850879375016?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8308895850879375016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/quien-te-dijo-que-no-hay-nadie-que-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8308895850879375016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8308895850879375016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/quien-te-dijo-que-no-hay-nadie-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S7tHncUVR9I/AAAAAAAABak/SnD7G2SJMBY/s72-c/Imagen+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3528771766896309984</id><published>2010-04-05T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:34:39.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y la verdad no se bien a que tengo miedo, nunca fui mucho de apostar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3528771766896309984?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3528771766896309984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/y-la-verdad-no-se-bien-que-tengo-miedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3528771766896309984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3528771766896309984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/y-la-verdad-no-se-bien-que-tengo-miedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3148041465063203748</id><published>2010-04-03T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:19:00.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Ya te dije que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;no es cierto,&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e69138;"&gt;ya dijiste que tu no eres lo que digo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3148041465063203748?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3148041465063203748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/ya-te-dije-que-no-es-cierto-ya-dijiste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3148041465063203748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3148041465063203748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/ya-te-dije-que-no-es-cierto-ya-dijiste.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1209442411983978311</id><published>2010-04-01T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:01:09.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S7TRM5no1VI/AAAAAAAABaU/aZ1ZUG2Jkxw/s1600/100_7900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S7TRM5no1VI/AAAAAAAABaU/aZ1ZUG2Jkxw/s320/100_7900.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Olivia&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;no se va a poner en tus zapatos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;sta un&lt;/span&gt; poco apurada pero va despacio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Puede ser tuya un verano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: x-large;"&gt;quererla es un trabajo bastante malo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1209442411983978311?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1209442411983978311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/olivia-no-se-va-poner-en-tus-zapatos-e.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1209442411983978311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1209442411983978311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/04/olivia-no-se-va-poner-en-tus-zapatos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S7TRM5no1VI/AAAAAAAABaU/aZ1ZUG2Jkxw/s72-c/100_7900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-5437059547778765055</id><published>2010-03-31T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:40:49.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Se martilla la cabeza sin piedad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-5437059547778765055?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5437059547778765055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-martilla-la-cabeza-sin-piedad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5437059547778765055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5437059547778765055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-martilla-la-cabeza-sin-piedad.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2023089334906612746</id><published>2010-03-31T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:01:38.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Tengo cuatro personalidades,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; una, dos, tres,  cuatro,&amp;nbsp; cuatro pasaportes falsos.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Voy escuchando lo que dice mi  destino, &lt;/b&gt;pero hay veces que no lo puedo evitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2023089334906612746?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2023089334906612746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/tengo-cuatro-personalidades-una-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2023089334906612746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2023089334906612746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/tengo-cuatro-personalidades-una-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3540104374775650882</id><published>2010-03-31T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:43:45.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A &amp; S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S7OXz934FdI/AAAAAAAABZU/KcT97eAnmsA/s1600/4s041d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S7OXz934FdI/AAAAAAAABZU/KcT97eAnmsA/s400/4s041d.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3540104374775650882?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3540104374775650882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/s.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3540104374775650882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3540104374775650882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/s.html' title='A &amp; S'/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S7OXz934FdI/AAAAAAAABZU/KcT97eAnmsA/s72-c/4s041d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7085656356109626919</id><published>2010-03-31T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T06:47:24.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;DESCONFÍO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7085656356109626919?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7085656356109626919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/desconfio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7085656356109626919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7085656356109626919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/desconfio.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6073295043055067983</id><published>2010-03-30T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:01:23.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y lo demás, francamente no importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6073295043055067983?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6073295043055067983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-lo-demas-francamente-no-importa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6073295043055067983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6073295043055067983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-lo-demas-francamente-no-importa.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3849044194119847201</id><published>2010-03-30T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:24:37.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hay algo que ustedes, los hombres, nunca van a poder abarcar,  comprender, en sus mentes, en sus cuerpos, LO PSICÓTICO DEL ASUNTO.. Vos  una vez al mes de repente estás de mal humor y decís: "Que mierda que  es la vida". De repente ves una publicidad y te ponés a llorar y decís:  "Qué carajo, qué carajo?", pero de repente te acordás y decís: "Ah  cierto, me está por venir." Sabés qué psicótico que es eso? No controlar  tus emociones, no controlar lo que te pasa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3849044194119847201?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3849044194119847201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/hay-algo-que-ustedes-los-hombres-nunca.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3849044194119847201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3849044194119847201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/hay-algo-que-ustedes-los-hombres-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-8776990867424943138</id><published>2010-03-29T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:53:09.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Puedo ver y decir, puedo ver y decir y sentir:&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Algo ha cambiado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para mí no es extraño... &lt;/i&gt;Yo no voy a correr, yo no voy a correr ni a escapar de mi destino, yo pienso en peligro. Si fue hecho para mí lo tengo que saber. Pero es muy difícil ver, si algo controla mi ser. En el fondo de mí,&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;en el fondo de mí veo temor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;y veo sospechas, con mi &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;fascinación nueva.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Yo no sé bien qué es, yo no sé bien que es, vos dirás: "son intuiciones" verdaderas alertas.&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Debo confiar en mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;lo tengo que saber. Pero es muy difícil ver, si algo controla mi ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Puedo ver y decir y sentir mi mente dormir bajo&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;tu influencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-8776990867424943138?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8776990867424943138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/puedo-ver-y-decir-puedo-ver-y-decir-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8776990867424943138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8776990867424943138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/puedo-ver-y-decir-puedo-ver-y-decir-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2133483522914943412</id><published>2010-03-27T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:08:13.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me gusta porque es &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;autentico&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;vive sin recetas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de esas que&lt;i&gt; tratan de vestir al amor de etiqueta...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2133483522914943412?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2133483522914943412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-gusta-porque-es-autentico-y-vive-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2133483522914943412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2133483522914943412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-gusta-porque-es-autentico-y-vive-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1269065717259121939</id><published>2010-03-26T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:50:29.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y aun sabiendo que &lt;b style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;no eres el mejor partido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime ¿quién puede contra Cupido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Y si es que yo no he sido monja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;  ¿Por qué voy a exijirte que seas santo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1269065717259121939?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1269065717259121939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-aun-sabiendo-que-no-eres-el-mejor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1269065717259121939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1269065717259121939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-aun-sabiendo-que-no-eres-el-mejor.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6980678959537065902</id><published>2010-03-25T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:30:11.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Que &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;IDIOTA&lt;/span&gt; te hace el&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6980678959537065902?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6980678959537065902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/que-idiota-te-hace-el-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6980678959537065902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6980678959537065902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/que-idiota-te-hace-el-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6337588499449526537</id><published>2010-03-24T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:28:00.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;QUEDA PROHIBIDO&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda prohibido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;llorar sin aprender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;levantarte un día sin saber que hacer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tener miedo a tus recuerdos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda prohibido no sonreír a los problemas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no luchar por lo que quieres, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;abandonarlo todo por miedo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no convertir en realidad tus sueños. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda prohibido no demostrar tu amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hacer que alguien pague tus deudas y el mal humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;prohibido dejar a tus amigos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;llamarles solo cuando los necesitas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda prohibido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;no ser tú ante la gente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fingir ante las personas que no te importan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hacerte el gracioso con tal de que te recuerden, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;olvidar a toda la gente que te quiere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda prohibido no hacer las cosas por ti mismo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tener miedo a la vida y a sus compromisos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no vivir cada día como si fuera un ultimo suspiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;prohibido echar a alguien de menos sin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;alegrarte, olvidar sus ojos, su risa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;todo porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;olvidar su pasado y pagarlo con su presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda prohibido no intentar comprender a las personas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pensar que sus vidas valen mas que la tuya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda prohibido no crear tu historia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no tener un momento para la gente que te necesita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no comprender que lo que la vida te da, también te lo quita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Queda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;prohibido no buscar tu felicidad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no vivir tu vida con una actitud positiva, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;no pensar en que podemos ser mejores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;no sentir que sin ti este mundo no sería igual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6337588499449526537?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6337588499449526537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/queda-prohibido-queda-prohibido-llorar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6337588499449526537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6337588499449526537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/queda-prohibido-queda-prohibido-llorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-645729129558275489</id><published>2010-03-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:39:45.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Este virus que no muere ni nos mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Esta amnesia en el cielo del paladar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;la limusina del polvo por Manhattan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;el invierno en&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: orange;"&gt;Mar del plata. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-645729129558275489?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/645729129558275489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/este-virus-que-no-muere-ni-nos-mata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/645729129558275489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/645729129558275489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/este-virus-que-no-muere-ni-nos-mata.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-4327856509957271087</id><published>2010-03-22T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:12:05.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujeres en el club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S6gd8P0ddtI/AAAAAAAABY0/eL9fvq71Ios/s1600-h/23603_1397017082390_1141129448_1174856_6535506_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S6gd8P0ddtI/AAAAAAAABY0/eL9fvq71Ios/s400/23603_1397017082390_1141129448_1174856_6535506_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;ecididas a bajar el estres y la tension. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-4327856509957271087?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4327856509957271087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mujeres-en-el-club.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/4327856509957271087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/4327856509957271087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mujeres-en-el-club.html' title='Mujeres en el club'/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S6gd8P0ddtI/AAAAAAAABY0/eL9fvq71Ios/s72-c/23603_1397017082390_1141129448_1174856_6535506_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2974097191702268755</id><published>2010-03-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:26:32.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S6bUYrXFJgI/AAAAAAAABYY/5QYl9qsrho4/s1600-h/28k62px.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S6bUYrXFJgI/AAAAAAAABYY/5QYl9qsrho4/s320/28k62px.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;El destino ha hablado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2974097191702268755?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2974097191702268755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-destino-ha-hablado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2974097191702268755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2974097191702268755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-destino-ha-hablado.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S6bUYrXFJgI/AAAAAAAABYY/5QYl9qsrho4/s72-c/28k62px.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6557407265934699806</id><published>2010-03-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:23:50.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C  - W - T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S6bPDr9ZabI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wsRHRlpxOt8/s1600-h/25780_1330563661484_1152776745_30917626_5414199_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S6bPDr9ZabI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wsRHRlpxOt8/s400/25780_1330563661484_1152776745_30917626_5414199_n.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6557407265934699806?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6557407265934699806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/c-w-t.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6557407265934699806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6557407265934699806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/c-w-t.html' title='C  - W - T'/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S6bPDr9ZabI/AAAAAAAABYQ/wsRHRlpxOt8/s72-c/25780_1330563661484_1152776745_30917626_5414199_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6017914197091624312</id><published>2010-03-19T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:55:33.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y ahora el que se burla aqui soy yo JA JA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6017914197091624312?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6017914197091624312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-ahora-el-que-se-burla-aqui-soy-yo-ja.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6017914197091624312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6017914197091624312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-ahora-el-que-se-burla-aqui-soy-yo-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6195950803375049611</id><published>2010-03-19T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:19:34.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cual es la forma mas clara y segura? &lt;b&gt;Elegir bien&lt;/b&gt; y que no queden&lt;b&gt; dudas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6195950803375049611?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6195950803375049611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/cual-es-la-forma-mas-clara-y-segura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6195950803375049611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6195950803375049611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/cual-es-la-forma-mas-clara-y-segura.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1620842690970295322</id><published>2010-03-16T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T05:21:53.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S592vW1EjsI/AAAAAAAABX4/GAAqVZ-ExV8/s1600-h/img028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S592vW1EjsI/AAAAAAAABX4/GAAqVZ-ExV8/s400/img028.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Papá puede arreglarlo,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;el siempre lo arregla  todo, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;mamá puede traer la luna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que bueno es que me cuiden los  grandes: &lt;br /&gt;- quiero eso, &lt;b&gt;cómprame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- en andas, &lt;b&gt;llevame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  historias, &lt;b&gt;contame. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;con los años yo crecí, solo por decirlo así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;viviendo  en contra del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;atado a viejos recuerdos, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un mundo de  fantasías&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;no quiero crecer&lt;br /&gt;ni ser responsable&lt;br /&gt;seguro y estable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo  quiero juguetes y dulces y buenos tratos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;no quiero compromisos ni  hacerme cargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque nunca sea así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aunque todo tenga un fin, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si  existe un lugar así yo quiero ir&lt;br /&gt;existe un lugar mejor, no digas que  no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quiero el brillo de mis ojos hoy&lt;br /&gt;igual que lo tuve ayer&lt;br /&gt;yo  quiero volver atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;yo quiero volver y no crecer más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; 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font-size: x-large;"&gt;Suerte que regresas para mi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2080053066340261934?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2080053066340261934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/suerte-que-regresas-para-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2080053066340261934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2080053066340261934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/suerte-que-regresas-para-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1389077482212256065</id><published>2010-03-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:28:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S51Xuu03CUI/AAAAAAAABXI/xoUJPyq3kRU/s1600-h/23689_1388718954942_1141129448_1155014_888911_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S51Xuu03CUI/AAAAAAAABXI/xoUJPyq3kRU/s400/23689_1388718954942_1141129448_1155014_888911_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tal vez mañana por la mañana tenga resaca y me sienta mal, despues de todo asi es la vida, todos nos vamos al mismo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1389077482212256065?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1389077482212256065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/tal-vez-manana-por-la-manana-tenga.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1389077482212256065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1389077482212256065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/tal-vez-manana-por-la-manana-tenga.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S51Xuu03CUI/AAAAAAAABXI/xoUJPyq3kRU/s72-c/23689_1388718954942_1141129448_1155014_888911_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2848781479724471170</id><published>2010-03-12T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:32:24.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y te condena mi &lt;b&gt;celoso &lt;/b&gt;corazón!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2848781479724471170?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2848781479724471170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-te-condena-mi-celoso-corazon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2848781479724471170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2848781479724471170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-te-condena-mi-celoso-corazon.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-5686533825055816572</id><published>2010-03-10T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:27:28.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No sé distinguir&lt;br /&gt;lo complicado de lo simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;y ahora estás en mi lista&lt;br /&gt;de promesas a olvidar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-5686533825055816572?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5686533825055816572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-se-distinguir-lo-complicado-de-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5686533825055816572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5686533825055816572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-se-distinguir-lo-complicado-de-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1553987792651729331</id><published>2010-03-09T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:42:46.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Niniguno de los dos creía en el &lt;b&gt;destino &lt;/b&gt;y este se vengó para hacerce notar, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;les va poniendo mas piedras en el camino,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;pero yo me juro fiel testigo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;esa magia &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;que ellos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;seguirán compartiendo eternamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;entre el tedio y la pasión,&lt;i style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; el instinto y la razón, &lt;/span&gt;entre la perseverancia y la cruel resignación &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;esa magia &lt;/b&gt;que no los va a dejar ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nunca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;los va a dejar ser, &lt;i&gt;dos amantes del montón.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1553987792651729331?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1553987792651729331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/niniguno-de-los-dos-creia-en-el-destino.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1553987792651729331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1553987792651729331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/niniguno-de-los-dos-creia-en-el-destino.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-4367907757935791953</id><published>2010-03-09T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:07:06.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No te fíes&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;si te juro que imposible, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dudes de mi duda y mi quizás.  &lt;br /&gt;El amor es igual que un imperdible &lt;br /&gt;perdido en la solapa del azar...  &lt;br /&gt;La luna toma el sol de madrugada, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"nunca jamás" quiere decir "tal vez".  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La muerte es una amante despechada &lt;br /&gt;que juega sucio y no sabe perder.  &lt;br /&gt;Estoy &lt;i&gt;tratando&lt;/i&gt; de decirte que &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me desespero de esperarte, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;que no  salgo a buscarte porque &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;sé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;que corro el riesgo de encontrarte; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me&lt;i&gt;  sigo&lt;/i&gt; mordiendo noche y día &lt;br /&gt;las uñas del &lt;i&gt;rencor; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que te sigo debiendo  todavía &lt;br /&gt;una canción de&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No corras si te llamo de repente, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no te  vayas si te digo "piérdete": &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a menudo los labios más urgentes &lt;br /&gt;no tienen  prisa dos besos después. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se aferra el corazón a lo perdido, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;los ojos que  no ven miran mejor. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantar es disparar contra el olvido, &lt;br /&gt;vivir sin ti es  dormir en la estación. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estoy tratando de decirte que &lt;br /&gt;me desespero de  esperarte, &lt;br /&gt;que no salgo a buscarte porque&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; sé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;que corro el riesgo de  encontrarte; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me sigo mordiendo noche y día &lt;br /&gt;las uñas del &lt;i&gt;rencor;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que te sigo debiendo todavía &lt;br /&gt;una canción de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;que me sigo  mordiendo noche y día &lt;br /&gt;las uñas del rencor; &lt;br /&gt;que te sigo debiendo todavía  &lt;br /&gt;una canción de amor...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-4367907757935791953?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4367907757935791953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-te-fies-si-te-juro-que-imposible-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/4367907757935791953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/4367907757935791953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-te-fies-si-te-juro-que-imposible-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-8711989541381880071</id><published>2010-03-08T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:44:58.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dìa de la MUJER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S5U5J5mPOHI/AAAAAAAABXA/fbP15LXL4hs/s1600-h/marilyn-monroe-168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S5U5J5mPOHI/AAAAAAAABXA/fbP15LXL4hs/s400/marilyn-monroe-168.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres que arrastran maletas cargadas de lluvia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres que nunca reciben postales de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres que sueñan con trenes llenos de soldados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay mujeres que dicen que sí cuando dicen que no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres que bailan desnudas en cárceles de oro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres que buscan deseo y encuentran piedad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres atadas de manos y pies al olvido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres que huyen perseguidas por su soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hay mujeres veneno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mujeres imán,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres consuelo, mujeres puñal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres de fuego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay mujeres de hielo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mujeres fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; 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font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres capaces de hacerme perder la razón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres que compran a plazos un nicho en el cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hay mujeres que cambian abrazos por ramos de azahar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-8711989541381880071?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8711989541381880071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/feliz-dia-de-la-mujer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8711989541381880071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8711989541381880071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/feliz-dia-de-la-mujer.html' title='Feliz dìa de la MUJER.'/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S5U5J5mPOHI/AAAAAAAABXA/fbP15LXL4hs/s72-c/marilyn-monroe-168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3370971657910830084</id><published>2010-03-08T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:14:33.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu nombre no tiene palabras, si está escrito en mi corazón y&amp;nbsp;de pronto sale de cualquier lugar,&lt;em&gt; no sabe más que hacerme sentir mal...&lt;/em&gt; Tu nombre tan inoportuno no sabe llamar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y es así que &lt;em&gt;trato de contarte todo ésto que siento,&lt;/em&gt; es así que estoy adormecido en el mar de ilusión, es así que todo vale todo y&lt;em&gt; todo se termina,&lt;/em&gt; todo se termina, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todo menos vos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3370971657910830084?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3370971657910830084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/tu-nombre-no-tiene-palabras-si-esta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3370971657910830084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3370971657910830084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/tu-nombre-no-tiene-palabras-si-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3214411028013687901</id><published>2010-03-03T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:01:20.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aparece, empuña su belleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; y l&lt;i&gt;a ciudad retrocede un instante...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo la miro  desde el fondo del oleaje del&lt;b&gt; recuerdo de los besos&lt;/b&gt; que perdimos en  combate. Saltábamos, canguros, de bar en bar&lt;i&gt;, eran años  chiflados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleones que juraban lo injurable en la placita del  barrio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fueron tiempos deliciosos,&lt;/b&gt; yo sé,&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;la vida te da y te come. &lt;/span&gt;Años  de salir a revisar los bolsillos de la noche... Me decía: “usemos las  estrellas de zaguán, &lt;b&gt;ayudáme a ver el cielo”, &lt;/b&gt;“al fin de cuentas todos  &lt;i&gt;somos causas perdidas, &lt;/i&gt;de la carne a los huesos”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y hoy ando acobardado de  verla así,&lt;i&gt; con esa niebla en los ojos&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;“hace rato que nadie pasa por acá,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; colega,&lt;/b&gt; ¿te podrás quedar un poco?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fueron tiempos deliciosos, &lt;/b&gt;yo  sé,&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; pero la vida te da y te come. &lt;/span&gt;Años de salir a derrapar por las piernas  de la noche... &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;¿Será mucho pedir que el pasado venga mejor vestido y  golpee antes de entrar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoy la memoria es un río traicionero y sin  orillas &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;donde uno no debiera pescar…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“Te pido, no te ofendas si beso  así, con este invierno en los labios...” “Es que hace mucho que nadie pasa  por acá, &lt;b&gt;colega, &lt;/b&gt;¿me querrás querer un rato?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fueron tiempos deliciosos,&lt;/b&gt;  yo sé, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;la vida te da y te come.&lt;/span&gt; Años de salir a desnucar a los duendes de  la noche... Fueron tiempos deliciosos, yo sé, la vida te da y te  come. Años de salir a revisar los bolsillos de la noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3214411028013687901?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3214411028013687901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/aparece-empuna-su-belleza-y-l-ciudad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3214411028013687901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3214411028013687901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/03/aparece-empuna-su-belleza-y-l-ciudad.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1139384078342198017</id><published>2010-03-02T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:28:42.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;El vive conmigo en mi inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;el es&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;dueño de mi pasado y mi presente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;su morada es mi falta de seguridad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y su comida mi ansiedad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ayudame freud &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella pisa cada uno de mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;bebe el vino junto a mi y del mismo vaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;el es el hombre perfecto que me construyo mama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y esta jodiendo mi psicologia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ayudame freud &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será doctor&lt;br /&gt;que el chaleco de fuerza&lt;br /&gt;aun sigue atando mi cordura&lt;br /&gt;que mis complejos aun no razgan su costura&lt;br /&gt;o seráque la mujer perfecta que me construyo mama &lt;br /&gt;Es muy grande de estatura &lt;br /&gt;Será; doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;que pido mucho o que me conformo con poco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sigo cuerdo o estoy&lt;b&gt; totalmente loca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o será que la vida no es otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;que un racimo de antojos&lt;br /&gt;Y la que paga los platos rotos&lt;br /&gt;siempre es ella&lt;br /&gt;la de a deveras&lt;br /&gt;la que me cuida&lt;br /&gt;la que me entibia mis noches de tanto frio &lt;br /&gt;La que me espera&lt;br /&gt;la que me aguanta&lt;br /&gt;la enemiga del&lt;i&gt; fantasma en mi cabeza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me la construyeron puritana e&lt;b&gt; inteligente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buena para la cocina y muy decente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;tan irreal que existiria en mi mente y nada mas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero insisto en compararla con ella &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ayudame freud &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si usa falda muy corta habra un problema&lt;br /&gt;pues la chica en mi cabeza es de otro esquema&lt;br /&gt;si se le ocurre una idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;habra que ver que dice el&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y se siente como la mierda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ayudame freud &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será; doctor&lt;br /&gt;que esto me pasa solo a mi&lt;br /&gt;o a todo el mundo&lt;br /&gt;Y el doctor me contesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no hay quien se salve de este asunto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aunque no me veas, mírame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Porque yo te siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Desde el universo hasta el final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vivo eternamente en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Háblame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No me ignores, sólo háblame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No me creas lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Siénteme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Estoy muy cerca, sólo siénteme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1267307646437"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1267307646438"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-5036796702410532820?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5036796702410532820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/creo-que-ya-son-demasiadas-cosas-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5036796702410532820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;no se si volveré, no se&amp;nbsp;si volverás,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tá todo bien?&lt;/span&gt; está todo mal? &lt;strong&gt;Tomo para no enamorarme .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3827695449462273955?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3827695449462273955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-se-si-me-queres-no-se-si-me-enganas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3827695449462273955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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salón y &lt;em&gt;me levanto despacio…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Despacio…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7684835054621784500?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7684835054621784500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/cada-dos-minutos-pierdo-la-razon-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7684835054621784500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7684835054621784500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sólo una cosa más&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;quiero manifestar, q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ue &lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;gracias &lt;/span&gt;a ti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pude ser quién soy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2144228681587925615?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uiero tenerte en mis brazos, poder salir y abrazarte y nunca más dejarte ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1229118966264685117?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1229118966264685117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/q-uiero-tenerte-en-mis-brazos-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1229118966264685117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;elegir con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;que veneno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;envenenarme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1043156253971003625?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1043156253971003625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/yo-quiero-elegir-con-que-veneno.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1043156253971003625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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oportunidad,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;poder estar más allá, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;tan acostumbrada a no ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a desconfiar, a no ganar.&lt;/span&gt; El mar se te abrió una vez, se te abrió para &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;no parar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;y vos no te despertaste, lo arruinaste una vez más... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Es tan perfecto que asusta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;porque nunca es justa la felicidad,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saber elegir es lo que cuesta más-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6421161629712337513</id><published>2010-02-07T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:08:41.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6421161629712337513?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6421161629712337513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/parece-sincero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6421161629712337513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6421161629712337513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/parece-sincero.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2304439653375836266</id><published>2010-02-05T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:07:54.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AXL ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S2wlfeBV5bI/AAAAAAAABUQ/77yuLVjpc74/s1600-h/axlrose2wm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S2wlfeBV5bI/AAAAAAAABUQ/77yuLVjpc74/s640/axlrose2wm.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;El &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2304439653375836266?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2304439653375836266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/axl.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2304439653375836266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2304439653375836266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/axl.html' title='AXL ♥'/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S2wlfeBV5bI/AAAAAAAABUQ/77yuLVjpc74/s72-c/axlrose2wm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7793783885665372157</id><published>2010-02-05T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:40:51.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;ni contemplarlas sabiamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;quiero que me trates &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;suavemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7793783885665372157?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7793783885665372157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-quiero-sonar-mil-veces-las-mismas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7793783885665372157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7793783885665372157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-quiero-sonar-mil-veces-las-mismas.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-8075661248976124035</id><published>2010-02-02T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:08:02.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No es que no tenga &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;n,&lt;/span&gt; es que hace rato &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;no lo uso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-8075661248976124035?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Esta fecha es una buena excusa para decirte cosas que no te digo nunca, que no se como expresarlas, que no supe demostrar en 17 años, pero que realmente siento. Sos la persona con la que más me peleo, con la que peór me llevo, con la que menos me entiendo (no hay dudas de eso), pero puedo asegurarte que sos indispensable en mi vida, aunque a veces me enoje porque me sobreprotejes, se que lo haces porque me queres y tambien sé que sos la única persona que estuvo y va a estar siempre cuidandome. Porque no creo que alguien más pueda aguantar mi mal humor las 24 hs, mi histeria, mis caprichos, mis gritos cuando me duele la muela, mis quejas, mi “mal de amores”… O sea no hay alguien que me aguante las cosas que me aguantas vos… Sé que no soy la “mejorcita” de tus hijos, que lamentablemente yo soy la que tiene los defectos de todos mis hermanos en uno, no soy para nada demostrativa, soy bastante egoísta y más con vos, que siempre me diste todo… Quiero que sepas que a mi me encantaría podér ser lo que vos esperas de mi y llevarnos bien &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;SIEMPRE,&lt;/span&gt; pero soy Ornella y es más fuerte que yo “ser lo que no les gusta”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No existen palabras para decir lo que sos para mi, ni para agradecerte lo que hiciste toda la vida por mi mami. Espero que pases un hermoso cumpleaños, que al fin puedas tener un cumpleaños con &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TODOS&lt;/span&gt; tus hijos, especialmente con tu bebé que aunque a veces me de bronca que sea EL preferido, me encataría que puedas pasarla con él y verte feliz, porque realmente te lo merecés y a ver si empezas a cambiar esa cara de orto y esas &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;ganas de vivír que tenes todos los putos días, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Feliz cumple...Te amo flaquita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-435644377417087022?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/435644377417087022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/esta-fecha-es-una-buena-excusa-para.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/435644377417087022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/435644377417087022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/esta-fecha-es-una-buena-excusa-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S2L21aRDECI/AAAAAAAABUA/jo6oKCBEaKE/s72-c/6132_1160258941048_1665030519_424862_1643156_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1479510921767036209</id><published>2010-01-28T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:44:24.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cuando un sueño se te muera o &lt;em&gt;entre en coma una ilusión,&lt;/em&gt; no lo entierres ni lo llores, resucítalo. Y &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;jamás des por perdida la partida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;cree en ti.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Y aunque duelan, las heridas curarán.&lt;/span&gt; Hoy el día ha venido a buscarte y la vida huele a besos de jazmín, la mañana esta recién bañada, el sol la ha traído a invitarte a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y verás que tú puedes volar, y que &lt;em&gt;todo lo consigues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; Y verás que no existe el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;dolor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy te toca ser feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1479510921767036209?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1479510921767036209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuando-un-sueno-se-te-muera-o-entre-en.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1479510921767036209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1479510921767036209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuando-un-sueno-se-te-muera-o-entre-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-8063380134834690838</id><published>2010-01-26T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:51:19.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quiero verte la cara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;brillando como una esclava negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;sonriendo con ganas,&lt;/span&gt; nena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Lejos, lejos de casa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no tengo nadie que me acompañe a ver la mañana. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Y que me de la inyección a tiempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;antes que se me pudra el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ni calienten estos huesos fríos, nena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quiero verte desnuda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;el día que desfilen los cuervos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;que han sido salvados, nena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sobre alguna autopista, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;que tenga infinitos carteles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;que no digan nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y realmente quiero que te rías &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que digas que es un juego no más.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O me mates este mediodía, &lt;/em&gt;nena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Entrando al cuarto, volando bajo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;la alondra ya está cerca de tu cama, nena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quiero quedarme, no digas nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;espera que las sombras se hayan ido nena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No veas mi capa azul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;mi pelo hasta los hombros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;La luz fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;La espada vengadora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;¿No ves que blanco soy, no ves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;¿No ves que blanco soy, no ves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quiero quemar de a poco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;las velas de los barcos anclados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;en mares helados, nena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Este invierno fue malo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;y creo que olvidé mi sombra en un subterráneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Y tus piernas cada vez más largas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saben que no puedo volver atrás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;La ciudad se nos mea de risa, nena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-8063380134834690838?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8063380134834690838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/quiero-verte-la-cara-brillando-como-una.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8063380134834690838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8063380134834690838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/quiero-verte-la-cara-brillando-como-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-5098795527102924480</id><published>2010-01-26T12:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:27:08.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y yo estoy cada vez más igual... YA NO SE QUE HACER CONMIGO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-5098795527102924480?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5098795527102924480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/y-yo-estoy-cada-vez-mas-igual.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5098795527102924480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5098795527102924480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/y-yo-estoy-cada-vez-mas-igual.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1406234399070658233</id><published>2010-01-24T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:08:55.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo, &lt;em&gt;porque dentro del alma tengo miedo&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir&lt;/span&gt; la comedia que me ha hundido en el &lt;em&gt;sufrir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1406234399070658233?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1406234399070658233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/y-aunque-quiera-quererte-ya-no-puedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1406234399070658233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1406234399070658233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/y-aunque-quiera-quererte-ya-no-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3123811112951026434</id><published>2010-01-24T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:14:26.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Felices 18 añitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Te quiero muchisimo&lt;/span&gt; idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S1yLRlx3MHI/AAAAAAAABT4/qFi-MdLQyXQ/s1600-h/1159368684_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S1yLRlx3MHI/AAAAAAAABT4/qFi-MdLQyXQ/s400/1159368684_f.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me encanta esa foto, tus cachetes no eran TAN cachetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3123811112951026434?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3123811112951026434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/encima-que-me-acuerdo-de-tu-cumpleanos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3123811112951026434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3123811112951026434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/encima-que-me-acuerdo-de-tu-cumpleanos.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S1yLRlx3MHI/AAAAAAAABT4/qFi-MdLQyXQ/s72-c/1159368684_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1812740271409040253</id><published>2010-01-22T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:30:42.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprenderás que no importa en cuantos pedazos tu corazón se partió, el mundo no se detiene para que lo arregles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1812740271409040253?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1812740271409040253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/aprenderas-que-no-importa-en-cuantos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1812740271409040253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1812740271409040253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/aprenderas-que-no-importa-en-cuantos.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-8793436560442615115</id><published>2010-01-22T08:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:58:45.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;No tires la toalla, hasta los más mancos la siguen remando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-8793436560442615115?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8793436560442615115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-tires-la-toalla-hasta-los-mas-mancos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8793436560442615115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8793436560442615115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-tires-la-toalla-hasta-los-mas-mancos.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7410796140906209679</id><published>2010-01-21T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:41:16.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;SOY TODO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; LO QUE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;SIEMPRE EXTRAÑARAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7410796140906209679?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7410796140906209679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/soy-todo-lo-que-siempre-extranaras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7410796140906209679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7410796140906209679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/soy-todo-lo-que-siempre-extranaras.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-296588925567752504</id><published>2010-01-19T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:16:07.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nací a las tres de la mañana, &lt;em&gt;me llevo bien con mi hermana,&lt;/em&gt; no creo en ovnis ni en zombies y uso prendas talle "M" juego con fuego, aunque el fuego me queme. Pero &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;no soy tan complicada &lt;/span&gt;como para huír ni quedarme en silencio&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;, pero no soy tan simple&lt;/span&gt; como para no advertir que no hay tres minutos, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ni hay cien palabras que me puedan definir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duermo boca abajo y con pijama si hace frío,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;de la vida yo me río,&lt;/span&gt; porque es corta y grata. No uso ni saco, ni cortbata, ni me gusta el protocolo, &lt;em&gt;estoy en buena compañía,&lt;/em&gt; pero se cuidarme sola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Si tengo verguenza me sube el color rojo,&lt;/span&gt; aunque ya no me mojo si me ataca algún miedo no profeso ningún credo, ni me creo un macho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Alcoholica no soy pero a veces me emborracho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-296588925567752504?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/296588925567752504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/naci-las-tres-de-la-manana-me-llevo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/296588925567752504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/296588925567752504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/naci-las-tres-de-la-manana-me-llevo.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7752199364026148174</id><published>2010-01-19T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:52:27.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Puedo estar en la cima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sin nada encima, sin nada encima&amp;nbsp;y &lt;em&gt;bien encumbrada mi estimada autoestima&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; para en picada caer de esa tarima&lt;/em&gt; y&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;explotar &lt;/span&gt;como la bomba que borro del mapa a Hiroshima y&amp;nbsp;empeoro como el clima, cambio abrigo por blusa y&amp;nbsp;agarro la bajada acelerada en la montaña rusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puedo ser perfecto sin excusas,&lt;/em&gt; soy lo opuesto a lo recto como la hipotenusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bajo y subo, &amp;nbsp;freno y sigo, me levanto&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Bip bip bip bipolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Subo y bajo, freno y sigo (sigo y freno) y&amp;nbsp;me hundo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Bip bip bip bipolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: large;"&gt;Así que de mi no te fíes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;tengo más tabúes que hindúes y pakistaníes.&lt;/em&gt; Puedo poner los puntos sobre la “ies” después quedar difunto al esquiar sin esquíes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Así es de falso mi pensamiento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;el que ríe último piensa más lento.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Miento si parezco amable y cortés...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7752199364026148174?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7752199364026148174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/puedo-estar-en-la-cima-sin-nada-encima.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7752199364026148174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7752199364026148174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/puedo-estar-en-la-cima-sin-nada-encima.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7101232001251902399</id><published>2010-01-17T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:39:58.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Las mejores peores palabras te las dije&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;YO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7101232001251902399?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7101232001251902399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/las-mejores-peores-palabras-te-las-dije.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7101232001251902399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7101232001251902399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/las-mejores-peores-palabras-te-las-dije.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-3619028929839516675</id><published>2010-01-17T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:39:37.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hoy tal vez aprenda a reconocer que&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;estuve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;ciega, sorda, muda&lt;/em&gt; y tan lejos de la verdad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;sera mejor&lt;/span&gt; enterrar, lo que esta muerto&lt;/span&gt; no molestar porque aprendí que no se trata de ganar. &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se trata de saber jugar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-3619028929839516675?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/3619028929839516675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoy-tal-vez-aprenda-reconocer-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3619028929839516675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/3619028929839516675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoy-tal-vez-aprenda-reconocer-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2961810960553058692</id><published>2010-01-17T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:13:26.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Entre nunca y quien sabe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2961810960553058692?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2961810960553058692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/entre-nunca-y-quien-sabe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2961810960553058692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2961810960553058692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/entre-nunca-y-quien-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6801408267009006299</id><published>2010-01-17T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T10:30:31.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S1NW7c_UdFI/AAAAAAAABSw/YOeRyCyQs4A/s1600-h/n1665030519_196038_1557071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S1NW7c_UdFI/AAAAAAAABSw/YOeRyCyQs4A/s400/n1665030519_196038_1557071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy me acorde de las tardes de verano juntos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Iba a ponerme a escribir y justo me hablaste, y como estas lejos prefiero hablarte a escribirte algo por nuestro aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Te quiero Princeso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6801408267009006299?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6801408267009006299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6801408267009006299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6801408267009006299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_17.html' title='.'/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S1NW7c_UdFI/AAAAAAAABSw/YOeRyCyQs4A/s72-c/n1665030519_196038_1557071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-5519170858014812336</id><published>2010-01-16T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:35:31.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S1IItTwY16I/AAAAAAAABSY/OW6vn8tPEhQ/s1600-h/Imagen+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S1IItTwY16I/AAAAAAAABSY/OW6vn8tPEhQ/s320/Imagen+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No hay memoria donde no aparezca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ni hay recuerdos en los que no esté. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-5519170858014812336?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/5519170858014812336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-hay-memoria-donde-no-aparezca-ni-hay.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5519170858014812336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/5519170858014812336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-hay-memoria-donde-no-aparezca-ni-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S1IItTwY16I/AAAAAAAABSY/OW6vn8tPEhQ/s72-c/Imagen+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-1526577732759973024</id><published>2010-01-15T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:23:04.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eres odio y querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-1526577732759973024?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/1526577732759973024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-error-destroza-una-amistad-que-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1526577732759973024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/1526577732759973024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-error-destroza-una-amistad-que-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2636744031703211157</id><published>2010-01-15T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:08:23.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Voces del tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;llegan, invaden tu interior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;tantos solos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;un cuento mas ingrato de dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;para qué fingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;siendo tan difícil estar solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ya ha llegado el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;la sangre dejará de correr a ríos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vas a salir, vas a encontrar tu voz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;nada se logra con tu violencia, ni se logrará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;me pierdo en el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;como lágrima que triste cae al río&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;si yo me encierro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;si no te llamo es que no puedo más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;llora la lluvia,&lt;em&gt; se moja el recuerdo y la brisa se llena de ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;vas a salir, vas a encontrar tu voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;perdón, de frente voy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de otra manera no seria yo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;la verdad es que el tiempo no nos ha hecho bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;nada iguala lo que quiero yo de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2636744031703211157?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2636744031703211157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/voces-del-tiempo-llegan-invaden-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2636744031703211157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2636744031703211157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/voces-del-tiempo-llegan-invaden-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7131927892879249821</id><published>2010-01-14T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:33:48.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre la gente quiero verte bailar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0-bw9mBijI/AAAAAAAABQc/GoiClFuO4d4/s1600-h/Imagen+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0-bw9mBijI/AAAAAAAABQc/GoiClFuO4d4/s400/Imagen+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7131927892879249821?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7131927892879249821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-quiero-estar-de-la-cabeza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7131927892879249821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7131927892879249821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-quiero-estar-de-la-cabeza.html' title='Entre la gente quiero verte bailar.'/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0-bw9mBijI/AAAAAAAABQc/GoiClFuO4d4/s72-c/Imagen+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-2884200001646086683</id><published>2010-01-13T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:01:16.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Existe un niño que vive en mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;luchando por tenerte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;y revive momentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;lejanos ya, y me hace pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;confundiendo realidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;obligándome a escuchar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Tu voz diciendo de lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;como te echo de menos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;no puedo más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;por qué te alejas.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo que te cuesta comprender &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que aunque eres parte del ayer&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;no me vale que hundas mi jersey.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo que me cuesta comprender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que aunque eres parte del ayer&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;me desespero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;que también yo lo he sufrido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que en &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;este tiempo sin vernos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como te he echado de menos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Me besas y me hundo y sé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;que&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;nadie en este mundo entendería&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que queremos volver. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Perdiendo a cada instante un poco más . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Luchando por tenerte hasta el final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sigo escuchando de lejos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;como te echo de menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;que fuerza será &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;la que aún nos une.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2884200001646086683?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2884200001646086683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-fuerza-sera-la-que-aun-nos-une.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2884200001646086683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2884200001646086683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-fuerza-sera-la-que-aun-nos-une.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7489367616117061856</id><published>2010-01-12T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:47:28.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0z78Nxb6nI/AAAAAAAABP0/zfl5m4rDYKI/s1600-h/2585318445_ec73e2e0db.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0z78Nxb6nI/AAAAAAAABP0/zfl5m4rDYKI/s640/2585318445_ec73e2e0db.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7489367616117061856?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7489367616117061856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7489367616117061856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7489367616117061856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0z78Nxb6nI/AAAAAAAABP0/zfl5m4rDYKI/s72-c/2585318445_ec73e2e0db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-4969854572668538300</id><published>2010-01-11T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:53:23.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siempre voy a tenerte que agradecer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que hayas sido conmigo tan embustero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;y me hayas enseñado lo que es querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;bailar mientras rodamos por la escalera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has despejado mis dudas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;y has logrado que aprendiese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;a ser una perfecta Judas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;desde la jota a la ese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-4969854572668538300?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/4969854572668538300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/siempre-voy-tenerte-que-agradecer-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/4969854572668538300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/4969854572668538300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/siempre-voy-tenerte-que-agradecer-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7342908208488615342</id><published>2010-01-11T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:06:25.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo solía pensar que todo era una gran broma. Yo pensé que era algo para reírse de ello, y el último par de semanas conocí a algunas personas que estaban haciendo algo. Ellos estaban intentando cambiar el mundo y &lt;strong&gt;yo quiero unirme al viaje.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yo quiero cambiar el mundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7342908208488615342?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7342908208488615342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-solia-pensar-que-todo-era-una-gran.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7342908208488615342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7342908208488615342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-solia-pensar-que-todo-era-una-gran.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7882139199249356089</id><published>2010-01-11T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:44:19.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Yo se muy bien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;que no queres&lt;/span&gt; mirar atras!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7882139199249356089?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7882139199249356089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-se-muy-bien-que-no-queres-mirar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7882139199249356089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7882139199249356089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-se-muy-bien-que-no-queres-mirar.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6214505506123989034</id><published>2010-01-11T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:48:13.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donde hubo fuego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0s8xk_zyQI/AAAAAAAABOs/Rf1Jv_PSxCs/s1600-h/caballo-de-fuego.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0s8xk_zyQI/AAAAAAAABOs/Rf1Jv_PSxCs/s400/caballo-de-fuego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; 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font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ahora es el momento de volver a empezar, que empiece el carnaval, la orgía en el Palacio de Invierno, de banderas y besos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Se cayeron mis alas &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;y yo no me rendí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; así que ven aquí, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;brindemos que hoy es siempre todavía,&lt;/span&gt; que&lt;em&gt; nunca me gustaron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; las despedidas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-2635070852534648270?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/2635070852534648270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahora-es-el-momento-de-volver-empezar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2635070852534648270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/2635070852534648270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahora-es-el-momento-de-volver-empezar.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-6032668627612557896</id><published>2010-01-09T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:23:55.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Yo no se si vivir tanto les cuesta, yo quiero ver muchos más delirantes por ahí bailando en una calle cualquiera. En buenos aires se ve que ya no hay tiempo de más&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: x-large;"&gt;La alegría no es sólo brasilera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-6032668627612557896?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/6032668627612557896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-no-se-si-vivir-tanto-les-cuesta-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6032668627612557896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/6032668627612557896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/yo-no-se-si-vivir-tanto-les-cuesta-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-7212405583595634467</id><published>2010-01-08T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:37:14.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Te besé como a nadie en la tierra, por tu amor yo gane varias guerras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; y viviendo en tus brazos mis sueños yo me protegí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Me enseñaste a bailar en el cielo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;me enseñaste que duelen los celos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mi tristeza, mi amor, mis mañanas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todo te lo di.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-7212405583595634467?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/7212405583595634467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/te-bese-como-nadie-en-la-tierra-por-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7212405583595634467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/7212405583595634467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/te-bese-como-nadie-en-la-tierra-por-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-807355334595080350</id><published>2010-01-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:48:04.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Siento que el viento me sopla de nuevo al oído la frase ideal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Caigo parado más de la cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt; y si tropiezo ya no es fatal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;porque yo sé que queda una vuelta de tuerca más... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Tener de amigos a mis hermanos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;tener de hermanos a mis amigos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;saber que el pasado nunca es en vano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;y que nunca me faltó un ombligo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-807355334595080350?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/807355334595080350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahora-si-estoy-como-quiero-en-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/807355334595080350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/807355334595080350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahora-si-estoy-como-quiero-en-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439048735578819030.post-8128668387152356404</id><published>2010-01-07T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:34:38.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0YNAkQenGI/AAAAAAAABKE/bFl6WXdgOvc/s1600-h/12488_article.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0YNAkQenGI/AAAAAAAABKE/bFl6WXdgOvc/s400/12488_article.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"No busques al hombre de tu vida, busca al&amp;nbsp;hombre del momento&amp;nbsp; y al final, si él lo merece algún día&amp;nbsp; llegará a ser para toda la vida sin que te des cuenta, y entre tanto podes pasar un buen rato".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439048735578819030-8128668387152356404?l=nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/feeds/8128668387152356404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-busques-al-hombre-de-tu-vida-busca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8128668387152356404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439048735578819030/posts/default/8128668387152356404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocuentes-conmigo.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-busques-al-hombre-de-tu-vida-busca.html' title=''/><author><name>Orne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13196626436561672571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S8Yr5Ps6bFI/AAAAAAAABcU/TCCC57tgEI0/S220/1195312372_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jj4DRMcZ0-o/S0YNAkQenGI/AAAAAAAABKE/bFl6WXdgOvc/s72-c/12488_article.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
