<?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-14760621</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:47:16.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo el amor -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-114993527099329088</id><published>2006-06-10T07:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T06:56:55.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/tlc.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/tlc.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julio 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condenado esta al silencio&lt;br /&gt;este amor recién nacido.&lt;br /&gt;Ha de vivir dentro mío&lt;br /&gt;llenando todo mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;sin ver la luz ni crecer&lt;br /&gt;en los besos de tu boca.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie lo debe saber,&lt;br /&gt;nadie debe sospecharlo,&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera tú que eres&lt;br /&gt;su único depositario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué triste que debe ser&lt;br /&gt;el sentirse enamorado,&lt;br /&gt;Y llevar a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;un "te quiero" amordazado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-114993527099329088?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114993527099329088/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=114993527099329088&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/114993527099329088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/114993527099329088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2006/06/rimas.html' title='Rimas'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-114244776801478386</id><published>2006-03-15T15:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:36:08.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Al unísono</title><content type='html'>Y mi mano toco el cielo&lt;br /&gt;al acariciar tu rostro.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto lo había esperado&lt;br /&gt;que la gloria me cubrió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada me elevó&lt;br /&gt;mil veces en la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;de poder tener tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Y todo se iluminó&lt;br /&gt;en mi alma esperanzada,&lt;br /&gt;cuando fue tu mano de hombre&lt;br /&gt;que hacía de mi esperanza&lt;br /&gt;toda una realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy...&lt;br /&gt;nos miramos a los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;¡¡Mucho queda por vivir!!&lt;br /&gt;Llevaremos de por vida&lt;br /&gt;gravado en el corazon,&lt;br /&gt;cada roce, cada beso,&lt;br /&gt;cada suspiro de amor,&lt;br /&gt;que hemos vivido al unísono,&lt;br /&gt;al unísono, tu y yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-114244776801478386?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-114173967586390258</id><published>2006-03-07T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:54:35.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Matar al amor???</title><content type='html'>Para matar al amor&lt;br /&gt;hace falta mucho más&lt;br /&gt;que mentir, que engañar;&lt;br /&gt;porque lo quieras o no&lt;br /&gt;a la larga o a la corta&lt;br /&gt;vuelve a resucitar,&lt;br /&gt;con más fuerza&lt;br /&gt;con más ansia&lt;br /&gt;y con más ganas de estar&lt;br /&gt;junto al ser que se ha amado&lt;br /&gt;junto al ser que se ha soñado&lt;br /&gt;como única verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Para matar al amor&lt;br /&gt;hace falta mucho más&lt;br /&gt;que mentir, y  engañar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-114173967586390258?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114173967586390258/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=114173967586390258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/114173967586390258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/114173967586390258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2006/03/matar-al-amor.html' title='Matar al amor???'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-114039444362085161</id><published>2006-02-19T21:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:14:03.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No importa</title><content type='html'>No importa, te siento.&lt;br /&gt;Tu piel en mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que tu me miras&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo que así&lt;br /&gt;estás en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;lo quieran o no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;que llega a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;en la madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;en las sombras cómplices&lt;br /&gt;de mi soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en el beso intenso&lt;br /&gt;Me entrego y te entrego&lt;br /&gt;toda mi verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Y siento tu abrazo,&lt;br /&gt;Y siento tu fuego&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñamos, volamos&lt;br /&gt;y en fucsias y rojos&lt;br /&gt;de la madrugada&lt;br /&gt;despido el amor,&lt;br /&gt;la noche dorada&lt;br /&gt;que nos albergó&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-114039444362085161?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114039444362085161/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=114039444362085161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/114039444362085161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/114039444362085161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-importa.html' title='No importa'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-114001261680184365</id><published>2006-02-15T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:13:01.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miercoles 15</title><content type='html'>Rosas en mi mano&lt;br /&gt;el beso añorado,&lt;br /&gt;es lo que ha dejado&lt;br /&gt;la noche de ayer.&lt;br /&gt;Tu mano en mi mano,&lt;br /&gt;tu piel en mi piel,&lt;br /&gt;La vida que unidos&lt;br /&gt;sabemos vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Lejos de la envidia&lt;br /&gt;de aquellos que nunca&lt;br /&gt;por propia maldad&lt;br /&gt;podrán conseguir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-114001261680184365?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/114001261680184365/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=114001261680184365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/114001261680184365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/114001261680184365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/miercoles-15.html' title='Miercoles 15'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113974369113706933</id><published>2006-02-12T08:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T08:34:37.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi consuelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/8703.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/8703.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la noche solitaria&lt;br /&gt;sólo llega tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;porque tienes en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;un lugar preferencial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me conoces como nadie,&lt;br /&gt;sabes qué me está pasando&lt;br /&gt;puedes enjugar mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;acurrucada en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;con dulzura sin igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No conoces el rencor&lt;br /&gt;No sabes lo que es maldad.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes calmar mi pesar&lt;br /&gt;entregándome la paz.&lt;br /&gt;Con tus besos y en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Todo pasa. Nada hay&lt;br /&gt;que me pueda perturbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi " paño de lágrimas"&lt;br /&gt;y sé que dentro de un rato,&lt;br /&gt;cuando suene ese teléfono,&lt;br /&gt;serás tú, y el "Como estás"?&lt;br /&gt;Todo me hará olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;Nada ni nadie existe&lt;br /&gt;que pueda dañarme ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada ni nadie importa&lt;br /&gt;porque un amor de verdad&lt;br /&gt;ha colmado nuestras vidas,&lt;br /&gt;lo demás......¿Qué importa ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113974369113706933?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113974369113706933/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113974369113706933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113974369113706933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113974369113706933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/mi-consuelo.html' title='Mi consuelo'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113923742389129752</id><published>2006-02-06T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:12:13.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/tlc.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/tlc.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que inventarte un rostro&lt;br /&gt;porque ya tengo tu alma.&lt;br /&gt;En mi pizarra de cielo&lt;br /&gt;quiero dibujar tu cara.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a ponerle unos ojos&lt;br /&gt;que devuelvan mi mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Voy a dibujar tu boca&lt;br /&gt;que se entrega apasionada.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero dubujar tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;que me abrazan sin pretexto.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero dibujar tus manos&lt;br /&gt;que acarician suavemente&lt;br /&gt;recorriendo mi universo.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando tenga completa&lt;br /&gt;esa imagen inventada,&lt;br /&gt;le contaré con un beso,&lt;br /&gt;suavecito, dulcemente&lt;br /&gt;qué le ha pasado a mi alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113923742389129752?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113923742389129752/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113923742389129752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113923742389129752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113923742389129752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2006/02/rimas.html' title='Rimas'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113803739106685234</id><published>2006-01-23T14:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T12:05:58.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No lo olvides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/rosas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/rosas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te conozco, no lo olvides.&lt;br /&gt;Sé de cada movimiento,&lt;br /&gt;de cada comportamiento.&lt;br /&gt;Sé como actúas si alguien&lt;br /&gt;toca lo que tu pretendes&lt;br /&gt;que algún día sea tuyo.&lt;br /&gt;No te puedes contener,&lt;br /&gt;lo demuestras, se te ve,&lt;br /&gt;y me gusta tanto esto,&lt;br /&gt;que sólo por que lo hagas&lt;br /&gt;una y otra vez provoco,&lt;br /&gt;que reacciones cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;Te conozco, no lo olvides.&lt;br /&gt;Es que siempre te observé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113803739106685234?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113803739106685234/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113803739106685234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113803739106685234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113803739106685234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-lo-olvides_23.html' title='No lo olvides'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113647367888827690</id><published>2006-01-05T11:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:42:53.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Basta, por favor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/XL_110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/XL_110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirame, que necesito&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada y la mía conjugarse.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero más dolor.&lt;br /&gt;No creo que enfadados&lt;br /&gt;podamos crear algo.&lt;br /&gt;No creo que en medio de las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;pueda surgir siquiera la caricia&lt;br /&gt;que ambos anhelamos.&lt;br /&gt;Acércate que quiero&lt;br /&gt;sentir tu piel en mi piel,&lt;br /&gt;y palpitar tu deseo en cada beso,&lt;br /&gt;en cada abrazo.&lt;br /&gt;Basta ya !!&lt;br /&gt;No frunzas más el ceño,&lt;br /&gt;deshecha y olvidemos lo pasado.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tus ojos en mis ojos.&lt;br /&gt;solo tu brazo rodeando mi cintura,&lt;br /&gt;en el abrazo colmado de ternura.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo el beso apasionado que nos una,&lt;br /&gt;mostrando ese futuro que soñamos,&lt;br /&gt;inmerso en el amor, que sin saberlo&lt;br /&gt;yu y yo hemos buscado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113647367888827690?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113647367888827690/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113647367888827690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113647367888827690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113647367888827690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/basta-por-favor.html' title='Basta, por favor...'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113443098401239006</id><published>2005-12-12T20:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:19:09.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu en mi vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/8241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/8241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué me importa lo que hagan&lt;br /&gt;Si tu estás a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;Eres el sol en mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;contigo no temo a nada.&lt;br /&gt;ni al odio que tienen aquellos&lt;br /&gt;que tienen seca su alma.&lt;br /&gt;No supieron elegir.&lt;br /&gt;No saben lo que es vivir&lt;br /&gt;con el corazón colmado&lt;br /&gt;del amor que todo entrega&lt;br /&gt;cuando tienes a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;al ser que más has amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por suerte supe elegir&lt;br /&gt;y al estar entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;olvcido el odio y al que odia&lt;br /&gt;y pienso: no vale la pena&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera recordar&lt;br /&gt;aquel que no sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;y está envuelto en su soberbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué valor tiene a la hora&lt;br /&gt;de entregar su corazón?&lt;br /&gt;El odio seca las almas.&lt;br /&gt;Es mejor no recordar.&lt;br /&gt;Y tu estás en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero con toda mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero y llenas mi vida&lt;br /&gt;De toda felicidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113443098401239006?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113443098401239006/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113443098401239006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113443098401239006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113443098401239006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/tu-en-mi-vida.html' title='Tu en mi vida'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113370554833734286</id><published>2005-12-04T11:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:05:08.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prohibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/Xl_112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/Xl_112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién no ha tenido en su vida,&lt;br /&gt;alguna vez escondido,&lt;br /&gt;aquel amor imposible&lt;br /&gt;por ser un amor prohibido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese que impide vivir&lt;br /&gt;que nos tiene sometidos,&lt;br /&gt;esclavos de lo que hace&lt;br /&gt;y no nos deja pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo podemos soñar&lt;br /&gt;en hacerlo realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Y algunos llegan a serlo&lt;br /&gt;pero muchos, mayoría,&lt;br /&gt;quedan en el recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Solo deja un sabor dulce&lt;br /&gt;por haberlo conocido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113370554833734286?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113370554833734286/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113370554833734286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113370554833734286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113370554833734286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/prohibido.html' title='Prohibido'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113357621054307756</id><published>2005-12-02T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:29:08.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazmines</title><content type='html'>Es diciembre, es primavera.&lt;br /&gt;está cerca navidad.&lt;br /&gt;En cada esquina porteña&lt;br /&gt;la fragancia de jazmines&lt;br /&gt;nos invita a recordar.&lt;br /&gt;Aquel día....Aquella tarde....&lt;br /&gt;aquella noche....&lt;br /&gt;imposible de olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los jazmines florecieron.&lt;br /&gt;nos escapamos del mundo,&lt;br /&gt;comenzamos a volar &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/tlc.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/tlc.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gozando la libertad&lt;br /&gt;en una nube celeste&lt;br /&gt;que nos incitaba a amar.&lt;br /&gt;Obedientes, consentimos&lt;br /&gt;todo los que nos pedía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue cambiando de color,&lt;br /&gt;y cuando el rojo era intenso,&lt;br /&gt;¡¡ Allí estalló el amor !!&lt;br /&gt;El éxtasis completado,&lt;br /&gt;la dicha nos envolvió,&lt;br /&gt;y fuimos uno del otro&lt;br /&gt;como nunca imaginamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es diciembre, es primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Los jazmines florecieron&lt;br /&gt;y seguimos recordando&lt;br /&gt;aquel día.... Aquella tarde...&lt;br /&gt;aquella noche....&lt;br /&gt;en que fuimos uno sólo,&lt;br /&gt;y que no hemos olvidado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113357621054307756?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113357621054307756/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113357621054307756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113357621054307756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113357621054307756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/jazmines.html' title='Jazmines'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113338484309923526</id><published>2005-11-30T17:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T05:41:25.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/8703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/8703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires, dia gris&lt;br /&gt;ideal para estar juntos,&lt;br /&gt;sentados en la penumbra&lt;br /&gt;y escuchar nuestra canción.&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién iba a decirlo, no,&lt;br /&gt;hace apenas unos meses?&lt;br /&gt;Que todo el dolor causado&lt;br /&gt;por aquella infamia idiota,&lt;br /&gt;terminara en este amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo un hombre como tú&lt;br /&gt;que sabe los que es ser HOMBRE,&lt;br /&gt;pudo transformar la pena&lt;br /&gt;en esto que hoy gozamos&lt;br /&gt;que ha traído a nuestra vida&lt;br /&gt;tanta felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quién eres y te amo!,&lt;br /&gt;Sé que jamás estarás&lt;br /&gt;complicado ni apoyando&lt;br /&gt;ninguna infamia, jamás.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso estoy a tu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuevamente la vida&lt;br /&gt;nos da otra oportunidad,&lt;br /&gt;¡¡¡ Abrázame, no la perdamos !!!&lt;br /&gt;es la última, Quizá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113338484309923526?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113338484309923526/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113338484309923526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113338484309923526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113338484309923526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/solo-tu.html' title='Solo Tu'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113294475135381197</id><published>2005-11-25T15:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T08:23:39.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde el mismo instante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/0101ARCU06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/0101ARCU06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/florero%20conrosas%20rojas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo no te diste cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que desde el mismo momento&lt;br /&gt;en que yo te conocí,&lt;br /&gt;mi alma quedó rendida,&lt;br /&gt;ya nada tuvo valor.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tu voz, tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;tus miradas, la ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que había jurado&lt;br /&gt;que nada me importaría,&lt;br /&gt;allí me encontré temblando,&lt;br /&gt;sin casi poder hablar&lt;br /&gt;de los nervios que tenía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así comprendiste todo.&lt;br /&gt;Hombre al fin,&lt;br /&gt;envolvió con su ternura,&lt;br /&gt;toda mi turbación;&lt;br /&gt;nuestras manos se juntaron,&lt;br /&gt;y el silencio nos cubrió.&lt;br /&gt;Nada había que decir,&lt;br /&gt;T.odo ya estaba entendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudo haber mucho dolor,&lt;br /&gt;pero más tarde o temprano,&lt;br /&gt;Dios se apiada de nosotros,&lt;br /&gt;y al dolor sigue el olvido,&lt;br /&gt;dejando sólo lugar&lt;br /&gt;para el recuerdo de aquello&lt;br /&gt;que tanto hemos querido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy eres toda mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre creiste en mi.&lt;br /&gt;eres la luz que me guía&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el aire que respiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113294475135381197?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113294475135381197/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113294475135381197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113294475135381197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113294475135381197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/desde-el-mismo-instante.html' title='Desde el mismo instante'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113286532019908785</id><published>2005-11-24T17:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T07:55:03.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estabas siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/XL_163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/XL_163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/XL_163.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estabas en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;y no podía encontrarte.&lt;br /&gt;Hace días, sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;un amigo de los dos,&lt;br /&gt;vino y te presentó.&lt;br /&gt;Y mi sorpresa fue tal,&lt;br /&gt;que casi no pude hablar;&lt;br /&gt;estabas ahí, eras tu,&lt;br /&gt;por fin te habia encontrado,&lt;br /&gt;en el momento preciso&lt;br /&gt;pero el menos esperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me clavaste los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y sin decir ni palabra&lt;br /&gt;entendimos de inmediato&lt;br /&gt;lo que estaba por pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Alguien que nos conocia&lt;br /&gt;nos volvió a la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Y al momento de partir:&lt;br /&gt;"no te me escaparás"-&lt;br /&gt;yo te escuché decir.&lt;br /&gt;Partiste, y quedé pensando:&lt;br /&gt;"¿Y quién se quiere escapar?"&lt;br /&gt;si es lo que yo he soñado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113286532019908785?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113286532019908785/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113286532019908785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113286532019908785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113286532019908785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/estabas-siempre.html' title='Estabas siempre'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113201843629903305</id><published>2005-11-14T22:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T20:25:59.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/070.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amar&lt;br /&gt;no es estar de rodillas.&lt;br /&gt;Amar&lt;br /&gt;no es suplicar amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amar&lt;br /&gt;son dos cuerpos que se entregan&lt;br /&gt;uno al otro&lt;br /&gt;sin ninguna condición.&lt;br /&gt;Es mirarse a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y ver en su inmensidad&lt;br /&gt;todo el amor que se siente&lt;br /&gt;sin necesidad de hablar.&lt;br /&gt;Son las manos que se unen,&lt;br /&gt;es la caricia suave,&lt;br /&gt;y es el roce de los labios.&lt;br /&gt;Es caminar en la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;bajo el paragúa abrazados;&lt;br /&gt;es recibir una rosa&lt;br /&gt;recién cortada y bañada&lt;br /&gt;del rocío matinal.&lt;br /&gt;Amar es decir "Te quiero"&lt;br /&gt;y recibir de respuesta&lt;br /&gt;ese beso que te eleva&lt;br /&gt;en un vuelo sin igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113201843629903305?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113201843629903305/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113201843629903305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113201843629903305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113201843629903305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/recuerda.html' title='Recuerda'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113164273368823532</id><published>2005-11-10T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:30:21.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doble faz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/Flores2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/200/Flores2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/Flores2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/Flores2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ A qué juegas ? dímelo.&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo nada de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Besos y cama con una,&lt;br /&gt;pretenciones con las otras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡¡ Niño, que no puede ser !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te entregas a medias,&lt;br /&gt;a medias conseguirás&lt;br /&gt;cualquier cosa que te den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te puedo asegurar,&lt;br /&gt;que no hay nada en este mundo,&lt;br /&gt;como el entregarse entero&lt;br /&gt;y jugar a todo o nada,&lt;br /&gt;cada caricia, cada beso.&lt;br /&gt;Y llevarás de por vida&lt;br /&gt;en tu sangre, en tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;en tu recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;cada suspiro, cada caricia,&lt;br /&gt;cada beso, que has ganado&lt;br /&gt;al jugarte por entero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113164273368823532?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113164273368823532/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113164273368823532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113164273368823532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113164273368823532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/doble-faz.html' title='Doble faz'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113157831554392029</id><published>2005-11-09T20:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T14:17:47.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tus ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/tlc.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/tlc.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/tlc.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En una noche de marzo&lt;br /&gt;que presagiaba el otoño&lt;br /&gt;nos cruzamos, nos miramos,&lt;br /&gt;y jamás yo vi unos ojos&lt;br /&gt;que me miraran así.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no pude separarme&lt;br /&gt;de aquellos ojos oscuros.&lt;br /&gt;Quedé prisionera de ellos&lt;br /&gt;y de toda su ternura.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta qué punto fue así,&lt;br /&gt;sólo pasaron diez meses,&lt;br /&gt;y esos ojos fueron míos,&lt;br /&gt;míos por toda la vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113157831554392029?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113157831554392029/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113157831554392029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113157831554392029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113157831554392029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/tus-ojos.html' title='Tus ojos'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113103451497532833</id><published>2005-11-03T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:04:06.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor es uno sólo,&lt;br /&gt;uno sólo nada más.&lt;br /&gt;Es el que reune todo,&lt;br /&gt;ilusión, adolescencia,&lt;br /&gt;esperanza, inocencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es deseo, es impaciencia&lt;br /&gt;y es el éxtasis logrado&lt;br /&gt;si ese amor te ha enseñado&lt;br /&gt;sus artes en el amor,&lt;br /&gt;haciéndote una mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso es uno sólo.&lt;br /&gt;Uno sólo nada más.&lt;br /&gt;No se va a repetir.&lt;br /&gt;Vendrán otros, no lo dudo,&lt;br /&gt;pero nada será igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113103451497532833?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113103451497532833/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113103451497532833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113103451497532833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113103451497532833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/uno-solo.html' title='Uno solo'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113055838131089286</id><published>2005-10-29T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T01:11:37.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia a dia</title><content type='html'>Día a día, noche a noche&lt;br /&gt;he esperado que volvieras&lt;br /&gt;a pesar de que fui yo&lt;br /&gt;quien te dijo que no vuelvas. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/6787.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/200/6787.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recién habías partido&lt;br /&gt;y ya comencé a extrañar:&lt;br /&gt;Nuestras manos enlazadas,&lt;br /&gt;y los cuerpos apretados&lt;br /&gt;en un abrazo infinito,&lt;br /&gt;infinito y sin igual,&lt;br /&gt;y el camino paralelo&lt;br /&gt;con idéntico final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lo quería creer&lt;br /&gt;cuando te vi regresar.&lt;br /&gt;no nos sirvió separarnos,&lt;br /&gt;tu me extrañabas a mi;&lt;br /&gt;Yo extrañaba tu presencia.&lt;br /&gt;no me hagas caso más&lt;br /&gt;cuando pida que no vuelvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy has vuelto, estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;nuevamente, como antes,&lt;br /&gt;nunca más voy a exigir&lt;br /&gt;que no vuelvas a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que no vale la pena&lt;br /&gt;sufrir y estar separados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113055838131089286?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113055838131089286/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113055838131089286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113055838131089286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113055838131089286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-dia.html' title='Dia a dia'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-113026926111471653</id><published>2005-10-25T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:56:05.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/flor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/flor.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo,&lt;br /&gt;compinche&lt;br /&gt;hermano,&lt;br /&gt;que no falto de mi lado&lt;br /&gt;cuando lo necesité.&lt;br /&gt;Al médico&lt;br /&gt;que se ocupaba&lt;br /&gt;de que quisiera vivir.&lt;br /&gt;mostrándome que la vida&lt;br /&gt;siempre tiene algo más.&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca uso su lengua&lt;br /&gt;para herir o criticar.&lt;br /&gt;Que fue el pecho fraterno&lt;br /&gt;en que yo pude llorar,&lt;br /&gt;y que enjugaba mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;cuando no podía más.&lt;br /&gt;Déjalos que hablen, decía,&lt;br /&gt;déjalos con su crueldad.&lt;br /&gt;Jamás sintieron dolor&lt;br /&gt;Jamás supieron amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tí estoy como estoy.&lt;br /&gt;Por tí dejé de llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me quiero morir.&lt;br /&gt;Pude aprender la lección.&lt;br /&gt;"La vida sigue su curso,&lt;br /&gt;hay que volver a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, compinche, hermano,&lt;br /&gt;lo juro,&lt;br /&gt;Yo no lo voy a olvidar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-113026926111471653?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113026926111471653/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=113026926111471653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113026926111471653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/113026926111471653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112922047137184318</id><published>2005-10-13T13:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:26:15.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca más</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/multirojo_0505_250.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/multirojo_0505_250.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil que vuelva a haber&lt;br /&gt;quien te pueda reemplazar.&lt;br /&gt;Quien ha tenido la dicha,&lt;br /&gt;como yo, de tenerte a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;jamás olvidaré quien eras,&lt;br /&gt;y añoraré tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;porque en mi alma has dejado&lt;br /&gt;tu amor a fuego gravado&lt;br /&gt;para toda la existencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu piel tostada, tus ojos negros,&lt;br /&gt;tu mirada insinuadora,&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde los voy a encontrar?&lt;br /&gt;Tu abrazo dulce, esperado,&lt;br /&gt;tu fortaleza de hombre,&lt;br /&gt;ese beso apasionado&lt;br /&gt;anunciando conjuncion,&lt;br /&gt;nadie lo puede igualar.&lt;br /&gt;No existe, no lo busquen,&lt;br /&gt;no lo podrán encontrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112922047137184318?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112922047137184318/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112922047137184318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112922047137184318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112922047137184318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/nunca-ms.html' title='Nunca más'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112895922557705317</id><published>2005-10-10T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T16:44:36.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguna vez?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/rosa_violeta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/200/rosa_violeta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/rosa_violeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez vos y yo&lt;br /&gt;nos sentamos a charlar?&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;se ha encontrado con la mía&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo que un hilo de oro&lt;br /&gt;lentamente nos unía?&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez un "Te quiero"&lt;br /&gt;te entregué con alma y vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nada de esto pasó,&lt;br /&gt;es que no ha pasado nada.&lt;br /&gt;Porqué crees que mentí&lt;br /&gt;si ni siquiera lo hablamos.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hubo entre nosotros&lt;br /&gt;fue silencio y nada más.&lt;br /&gt;No te sientas ofendido&lt;br /&gt;por lo que nunca pasó.&lt;br /&gt;No me hagas responsable&lt;br /&gt;de lo que no sucedió,&lt;br /&gt;por estar bien ubicada,&lt;br /&gt;y no haber dado ocasión,&lt;br /&gt;ni a ti, ni a nigun otro&lt;br /&gt;que se haya hecho ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El adios desubicado&lt;br /&gt;solamente ha servido&lt;br /&gt;para mostrar simplemente&lt;br /&gt;como un hombre de bien&lt;br /&gt;se siente muy importante&lt;br /&gt;cuando lo que tiene enfrente&lt;br /&gt;sólo es una mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De atras cualquiera habla.&lt;br /&gt;pero yo espero al valiente&lt;br /&gt;que me diga claramente&lt;br /&gt;de que cosa se me acusa.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que los valientes&lt;br /&gt;escasean por ahi&lt;br /&gt;o están bajo las faldas&lt;br /&gt;tratándose de esconder&lt;br /&gt;por no poderlo decir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112895922557705317?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112895922557705317/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112895922557705317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112895922557705317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112895922557705317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/alguna-vez.html' title='Alguna vez?'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112887691196007564</id><published>2005-10-09T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T23:18:26.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No temas, no</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/019.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/400/019.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No temas, por Dios!!, no temas.&lt;br /&gt;Yo jamás haría nada&lt;br /&gt;que fuera a perjudicarte.&lt;br /&gt;Mírame de frente, y dime&lt;br /&gt;¿Alguna vez comprobaste&lt;br /&gt;que tenía la costumbre&lt;br /&gt;de atacar a los demás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largos meses coincidimos&lt;br /&gt;en aquel mismo lugar,&lt;br /&gt;aprendí a conocerte.&lt;br /&gt;Y lejos de la amargura&lt;br /&gt;de los primeros momentos,&lt;br /&gt;sé que no eres culpable,&lt;br /&gt;sino una víctima más.&lt;br /&gt;No te asustes, no es amnesia&lt;br /&gt;es una chanza, nada más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira alrededor, verás&lt;br /&gt;a los culpables de todo,&lt;br /&gt;Fíjate,&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera la verguenza&lt;br /&gt;se les dibuja en el rostro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No temas, no es la venganza&lt;br /&gt;lo que me caracteriza,&lt;br /&gt;al contrario, me dan lástima&lt;br /&gt;quienes proceden así.&lt;br /&gt;Vacía tienen el alma&lt;br /&gt;y a la corta o a la larga&lt;br /&gt;se tendrán que arrepentir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112887691196007564?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112887691196007564/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112887691196007564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112887691196007564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112887691196007564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-temas-no.html' title='No temas, no'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112842637028379588</id><published>2005-10-04T08:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T08:57:08.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CELOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/cao72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/200/cao71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creas, no te ignoraba,&lt;br /&gt;era sólo que observaba&lt;br /&gt;cada cosa que tu hacías,&lt;br /&gt;por eso yo descubría&lt;br /&gt;antes que nadie, las cosas&lt;br /&gt;que querías ocultar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aprendí a conocerte.&lt;br /&gt;Era un niño caprichoso&lt;br /&gt;el que yo veía alli.&lt;br /&gt;Si haces algo y me disgusta&lt;br /&gt;"yo te castigaré"&lt;br /&gt;Si hablas con otro, y no quiero&lt;br /&gt;"ya te lo demostraré"&lt;br /&gt;y aunque es un poco molesto,&lt;br /&gt;y te llega a enloquecer...&lt;br /&gt;¿A quién no le gusta eso,&lt;br /&gt;si es verdadera mujer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaba provocar&lt;br /&gt;esos celos egoistas.&lt;br /&gt;Alimentaba mi orgullo,&lt;br /&gt;y me reía de tí.&lt;br /&gt;Porque después de los celos&lt;br /&gt;sabía qué iba a venir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112842637028379588?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112842637028379588/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112842637028379588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112842637028379588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112842637028379588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/celos.html' title='CELOS'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112828666350154954</id><published>2005-10-02T17:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T19:33:28.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivir otra vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/f122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/200/f121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/f121.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie como yo tiene&lt;br /&gt;motivo para quejarse&lt;br /&gt;de todos los sinsabores&lt;br /&gt;que nos entrega la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy todo ha cambiado &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/f12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque llegastes a mi,&lt;br /&gt;cargado con ilusiones,&lt;br /&gt;obligándome a entender&lt;br /&gt;que todo en la vida cambia.&lt;br /&gt;¡¡No hay que dejarse vencer!!&lt;br /&gt;Siempre aparece la mano&lt;br /&gt;de amigos de verdad,&lt;br /&gt;que llegan a rescatarnos,&lt;br /&gt;que iluminan de esperanza&lt;br /&gt;todo el camino futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Nos ayudan a olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;y recomenzar el camino&lt;br /&gt;que dejamos una vez.&lt;br /&gt;Con nueva paz,nuevos bríos,&lt;br /&gt;nuevas ganas de vivir,&lt;br /&gt;nuevas ganas de querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡¿Quién iba a decirlo, no?&lt;br /&gt;que quien estaba tan cerca,&lt;br /&gt;yo ni lo hubiera pensado,&lt;br /&gt;fuera el predestinado&lt;br /&gt;a devolverme la fe..&lt;br /&gt;Hoy somos dos a luchar,&lt;br /&gt;con su ayuda es más fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Volveremos a empezar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112828666350154954?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112828666350154954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112828666350154954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112828666350154954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112828666350154954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/vivir-otra-vez.html' title='Vivir otra vez'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112801630122949554</id><published>2005-09-29T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T15:09:39.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi ciudad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/200/1275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué bonita es Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;al llegar la primavera!&lt;br /&gt;Toda vestida de verde,&lt;br /&gt;llenas de sol sus veredas.&lt;br /&gt;Gorriones y picaflores&lt;br /&gt;pueblan jardines y plantas,&lt;br /&gt;a la salida del sol&lt;br /&gt;son los zorzales que cantan,&lt;br /&gt;despertando el nuevo día&lt;br /&gt;que agradecemos a Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué bonita es Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;al llegar la primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Y renace la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;en cada flor que se abre.&lt;br /&gt;Lo mismo que nuestra vida&lt;br /&gt;que aunque hoy esté mal,&lt;br /&gt;sabemos que siempre hay algo&lt;br /&gt;que nos va a reivindicar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112801630122949554?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112801630122949554/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112801630122949554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112801630122949554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112801630122949554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/mi-ciudad.html' title='Mi ciudad'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112784622980648291</id><published>2005-09-27T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:40:53.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo dicho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/rose-r.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/rose-r.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡ Y siempre el mismo terco&lt;br /&gt;tratando de ganar!!&lt;br /&gt;Ya todo estaba dicho&lt;br /&gt;no había más que hablar.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso te lo dije,&lt;br /&gt;no vuelvas que ya está.&lt;br /&gt;Y supe que volviste;&lt;br /&gt;parece que es difícil&lt;br /&gt;doblar tu voluntad.&lt;br /&gt;Y haces lo que quieres,&lt;br /&gt;esté bien o esté mal.&lt;br /&gt;No vuelvas, no hace falta,&lt;br /&gt;ya todo te lo dije&lt;br /&gt;y no hay más que hablar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112784622980648291?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112784622980648291/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112784622980648291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112784622980648291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112784622980648291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/todo-dicho.html' title='Todo dicho'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112760917367568284</id><published>2005-09-24T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:53:28.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A ti....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/rose-l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/400/rose-l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vuelvas, te lo ruego,&lt;br /&gt;alientas mi ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;Poder hablar contigo&lt;br /&gt;para pedir perdón,&lt;br /&gt;por lo que supe hoy.&lt;br /&gt;No eres el culpable&lt;br /&gt;y no tuve razón,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy sé que fuiste víctima&lt;br /&gt;igual o más que yo.&lt;br /&gt;En cada madrugada&lt;br /&gt;añoraré tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;palabras no escuchadas&lt;br /&gt;poblarán mi dolor.&lt;br /&gt;No vuelvas, te lo ruego,&lt;br /&gt;alientas mi ilusión.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112760917367568284?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112760917367568284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112760917367568284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112760917367568284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112760917367568284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/ti.html' title='A ti....'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112698050522312487</id><published>2005-09-17T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T12:31:53.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquel Martes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy recordaba ese martes&lt;br /&gt;cuando colmados de sueños&lt;br /&gt;esperamos, nos dijeran&lt;br /&gt;que la vida florecía,&lt;br /&gt;que florecía el amor,&lt;br /&gt;que mi vientre era una gloria&lt;br /&gt;de esperanzas e ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así fue. Nos lo dijeron.&lt;br /&gt;Las risas, las lágrimas, tu, yo.&lt;br /&gt;No sabíamos qué hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Lo esperamos como a nadie.&lt;br /&gt;Y un día.....&lt;br /&gt;Todo se iluminó.&lt;br /&gt;En él reconocí tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;y la ilusión de los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocos añitos después,&lt;br /&gt;nuevamente nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;floreció, y fue una niña&lt;br /&gt;quién nos colmó de alegría.&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad, completa.&lt;br /&gt;Solo quedó agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;Dios nos premió de por vida,&lt;br /&gt;con los hijos y el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que supimos proteger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112698050522312487?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112698050522312487/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112698050522312487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112698050522312487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112698050522312487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/aquel-martes.html' title='Aquel Martes'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112635060003958878</id><published>2005-09-10T08:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T07:59:42.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No quiero olvidar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/n_blu403.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/400/n_blu403.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me van a decir&lt;br /&gt;que te tengo que olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;Como se puede pensar&lt;br /&gt;que eso pueda suceder.&lt;br /&gt;Si fue tan fácil sentir&lt;br /&gt;lo que te estaba pasando.&lt;br /&gt;Si me ponía nerviosa&lt;br /&gt;sólo al sentirte tan cerca.&lt;br /&gt;sensaciones, ilusiones,&lt;br /&gt;algo blanco, inmaculado,&lt;br /&gt;inocente, adolescente,&lt;br /&gt;alma a alma, nada más.&lt;br /&gt;¡¡´Cómo lo voy a olvidar!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a guardar para siempre&lt;br /&gt;todas las sensaciones&lt;br /&gt;jamás vividas así.&lt;br /&gt;Son recuerdos imborrables&lt;br /&gt;por cómo los he vivido,&lt;br /&gt;y no existe en este mundo&lt;br /&gt;quien pueda hacerme olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conmigo irán para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;En cambio quiero olvidar&lt;br /&gt;todo lo malo que algunos&lt;br /&gt;acostumbran a sembrar&lt;br /&gt;anden por donde anden&lt;br /&gt;por su propia mezquindad.&lt;br /&gt;¡¡Como me van a decir&lt;br /&gt;que te tengo que olvidar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112635060003958878?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112635060003958878/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112635060003958878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112635060003958878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112635060003958878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-quiero-olvidar.html' title='No quiero olvidar'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112587201728730234</id><published>2005-09-04T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T19:31:04.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR   (remake)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/flor005.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/flor005.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/amrosaorvalho4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomaste mi mano.&lt;br /&gt;Te miré a los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;No entendía nada.&lt;br /&gt;Y rodeaste mi cintura,&lt;br /&gt;y tomaste mi barbilla&lt;br /&gt;me besastes en la boca&lt;br /&gt;y así te entregué mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Y todo se oscureció&lt;br /&gt;yya no recuerdo nada,&lt;br /&gt;sólo caricias y besos&lt;br /&gt;que poblaron nuestra cama.&lt;br /&gt;Luego el silencio, la paz,&lt;br /&gt;el abrazo prolongado.&lt;br /&gt;Y así me enseñaste a amar&lt;br /&gt;de la manera más clara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112587201728730234?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112587201728730234/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112587201728730234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112587201728730234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112587201728730234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/amor-remake.html' title='AMOR   (remake)'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112578711673776327</id><published>2005-09-03T19:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:44:23.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La gitana (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/rose3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/rose3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue una vida sin igual&lt;br /&gt;junto a alguien sin dobleces,&lt;br /&gt;que sabía que es amar.&lt;br /&gt;La pasión era su arte,&lt;br /&gt;posesivo y egoista&lt;br /&gt;de la mujer que quería.&lt;br /&gt;Celoso hasta la médula,&lt;br /&gt;romántico como ninguno.&lt;br /&gt;Imposible de olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;A cada paso un recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;de ese hombre que ninguno&lt;br /&gt;hoy lo podría igualar.&lt;br /&gt;Sin odio, sin resquemor,&lt;br /&gt;incapaz de hacer un daño.&lt;br /&gt;Si encuentran algo parecido,&lt;br /&gt;como dijo la gitana,&lt;br /&gt;no lo dejen escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras estan junto a una,&lt;br /&gt;llenan de felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;y si se van, como este,&lt;br /&gt;no se los puede olvidar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112578711673776327?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112578711673776327/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112578711673776327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112578711673776327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112578711673776327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/la-gitana-2.html' title='La gitana (2)'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112543137230099268</id><published>2005-08-30T16:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:19:29.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Gitana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/redrose6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/redrose6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/TgC_romantico_542.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y una tarde a pleno sol &lt;div align="justify"&gt;caminando por Palermo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nos enfrentó una gitana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que pasaba por allí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un poco en broma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;entre risas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nuestras manos observó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nos contó nuestro futuro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sólo una cosa acertó:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tu de Geminis, el de Piscis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no lo dejes escapar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;esto sigue para largo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y aunque no lo quieran creer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tal para cual están hechos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no lo deben olvidar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hicimos caso, aseguro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fue una vida sin igual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/14760621-112543137230099268?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112543137230099268/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112543137230099268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112543137230099268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112543137230099268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/la-gitana.html' title='La Gitana'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112491177413013435</id><published>2005-08-24T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:52:50.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Corazón seco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/pinkrose2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/200/pinkrose2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/pinkrose.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A mi verdugo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tu te dices MUJER?&lt;br /&gt;si no sabes lo que es eso.&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente eres un ser&lt;br /&gt;de género femenino,&lt;br /&gt;como una planta cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;que se encuentra en un camino.&lt;br /&gt;Sin valores ni virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;lo mismo injurias que ofendes,&lt;br /&gt;lo mismo odias que celas&lt;br /&gt;sin tener ningún motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada se logra de tí. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/pinkrose.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si tu dices que amas&lt;br /&gt;nada de cierto hay en eso&lt;br /&gt;porque es dificil amar&lt;br /&gt;teniendo corazón seco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112491177413013435?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112491177413013435/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112491177413013435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112491177413013435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112491177413013435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/corazn-seco.html' title='Corazón seco'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112473397100489154</id><published>2005-08-22T14:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:16:18.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/fghfh1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/fghfh1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recuerdas las tardes aquellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que tomados de la mano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;llenos de amor y esperanza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;recorríamos soñando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;esas calles de Belgrano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recuerdas cuando la sombra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de aquellos árboles viejos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;era cómplice y testigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de aquel beso que sellaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ilusiones y proyectos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que soñábamos cumplir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoy volví a aquellas calles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y aunque todo se cumplió,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ya no tienen ese encanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;faltas tú, faltan tus besos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sólo el dolor, como un manto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;todo, todo lo cubrió.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/14760621-112473397100489154?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112473397100489154/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112473397100489154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112473397100489154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112473397100489154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/recuerdas.html' title='Recuerdas?'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112455548110220733</id><published>2005-08-20T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:23:23.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DOLOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/n_blu0331.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/400/n_blu033.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé por qué hoy senti&lt;br /&gt;que estabas muy cerca mío.&lt;br /&gt;Quizá fuera mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;que anhelaba tu presencia,&lt;br /&gt;para calmar la impaciencia&lt;br /&gt;que tu ausencia provocaba.&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo pensar en tí&lt;br /&gt;me bastó para sentir&lt;br /&gt;que me tendías la mano,&lt;br /&gt;calmando mi desazón,&lt;br /&gt;mi dolor y mi rencor,&lt;br /&gt;trayendo paz a mi alma&lt;br /&gt;y esperanza a mi dolor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112455548110220733?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112455548110220733/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112455548110220733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112455548110220733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112455548110220733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/dolor.html' title='DOLOR'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112367324589099240</id><published>2005-08-10T08:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T19:32:55.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TARDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/n_blu302.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/n_blu302.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/amrosaorvalho3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por las noches,la luna&lt;br /&gt;acompañaba el encuentro.&lt;br /&gt;Acurrucada en su pecho,&lt;br /&gt;junto a su alma, en silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Solo besos y caricias,&lt;br /&gt;y de vez en cuando, un ruego:&lt;br /&gt;"Fálame d'amor", pedía,&lt;br /&gt;                                  Pero que sea en "galego".&lt;br /&gt;                                  Y su voz y su ternura,&lt;br /&gt;                                   acariciaban su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;                                   con  los sonidos más dulces&lt;br /&gt;                                  que jamás había escuchado.&lt;br /&gt;                                 No te olvidaré, le dijo,&lt;br /&gt;                                ¡ es tan tarde para todo...!&lt;br /&gt;                                  y se alejó de su lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112367324589099240?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112367324589099240/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112367324589099240&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112367324589099240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112367324589099240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/tarde.html' title='TARDE'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112346055285601142</id><published>2005-08-07T21:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:22:32.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No todo fueron mieles (3)</title><content type='html'>Jamás te odiaré, lo juro.&lt;br /&gt;Si recordaré lo hecho.&lt;br /&gt;Me mostraste que no eras&lt;br /&gt;nada de lo que pensaba.&lt;br /&gt;Me mostraste que tu alma&lt;br /&gt;no era lo que yo esperaba.&lt;br /&gt;Eres igual que cualquiera,&lt;br /&gt;lleno de resentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de dañar por nada.&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de odiar sin motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de mentir en silencio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112346055285601142?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112346055285601142/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112346055285601142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112346055285601142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112346055285601142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-todo-fueron-mieles-3.html' title='No todo fueron mieles (3)'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112346024090287903</id><published>2005-08-07T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:17:20.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No todo fueron mieles (2)</title><content type='html'>Esta noche más que nunca&lt;br /&gt;siento mi soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Entraste en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;y desde ese mismo momento,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo vivir sintiendo&lt;br /&gt;que eastás tan lejos de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé que no lo busqué,&lt;br /&gt;que ni me atreví a soñarlo,&lt;br /&gt;una tarde me di cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que me había enamorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos la alegría&lt;br /&gt;llenaba todas mis horas.&lt;br /&gt;Más tarde era la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;quien se adentraba en mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;La primera recordando&lt;br /&gt;cada minuto contigo.&lt;br /&gt;La otra por no poder&lt;br /&gt;verte, o tener tu cariño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112346024090287903?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112346024090287903/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112346024090287903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112346024090287903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112346024090287903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-todo-fueron-mieles-2.html' title='No todo fueron mieles (2)'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112345963021958206</id><published>2005-08-07T20:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:27:12.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No todo fueron mieles (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/angel22.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puse mi vida en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Señor, para que conmigo hicieras,&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que tu creyeras&lt;br /&gt;era mejor para mi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes que yo lo quiero&lt;br /&gt;y a quien necesito, Señor.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no voy a pedirte&lt;br /&gt;me entregues su corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Aceptaré tu designio,&lt;br /&gt;y también tu voluntad.&lt;br /&gt;Sin ninguna rebeldía&lt;br /&gt;haré lo que tu decidas.&lt;br /&gt;Y si tu quieres que sea,&lt;br /&gt;tú lo enviarás a mi.&lt;br /&gt;Si no lo debo querer&lt;br /&gt;permitirás que lo olvide&lt;br /&gt;y lo arranque de mi ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112345963021958206?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112345963021958206/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112345963021958206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112345963021958206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112345963021958206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-todo-fueron-mieles-1_112345963021958206.html' title='No todo fueron mieles (1)'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112317258315966249</id><published>2005-08-04T13:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:23:03.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIMAS DE AYER-</title><content type='html'>Y pasaron varios meses&lt;br /&gt;desde ese día en que yo&lt;br /&gt;comprendí que te quería&lt;br /&gt;sin saber como pasó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horas de dicha infinita,&lt;br /&gt;horas de desilusión,&lt;br /&gt;fueron pasando implacables&lt;br /&gt;hasta llegar hasta hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mezcla de sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;La alegría, la tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;la ternura y el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La risa y el llanto fueron&lt;br /&gt;cosas normales en mí.&lt;br /&gt;Tu voz me elevaba al cielo&lt;br /&gt;tu falta me hacía morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo creí que olvidaría,&lt;br /&gt;que todo iba a pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Y no es cierto, me engañaba,&lt;br /&gt;todo, todo sigue igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112317258315966249?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112317258315966249/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112317258315966249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112317258315966249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112317258315966249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/rimas-de-ayer.html' title='RIMAS DE AYER-'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112315387189829991</id><published>2005-08-04T08:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T15:01:42.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EL UNICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/1600/fghfh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/1346/320/fghfh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que llegue la noche&lt;br /&gt;porque al quedarme dormida&lt;br /&gt;veo tu rostro, te miro,&lt;br /&gt;veo tu mano tendida.&lt;br /&gt;Tomas la mía, me abrazas,&lt;br /&gt;acaricias mi cabello,&lt;br /&gt;besas mi boca sedienta&lt;br /&gt;como lo hicieras un día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo te tengo en mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;solo te veo en mis noches&lt;br /&gt;solo te beso dormida.&lt;br /&gt;Maldita sea la muerte&lt;br /&gt;que se llevó mi alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Eres tu, eres el único&lt;br /&gt;es el amor que no olvido&lt;br /&gt;El unico, sólo uno&lt;br /&gt;que llenó toda mi vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112315387189829991?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112315387189829991/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112315387189829991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112315387189829991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112315387189829991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/el-unico.html' title='EL UNICO'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112277375592963581</id><published>2005-07-30T22:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:35:55.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamás</title><content type='html'>Jamás se me ocurriría&lt;br /&gt;imponerte que me ames.&lt;br /&gt;de nada vale obligar&lt;br /&gt;lo que no sale del alma.&lt;br /&gt;Es efímero, dura poco,&lt;br /&gt;no tiene nada de magia.&lt;br /&gt;No extrañarás si te extraño,&lt;br /&gt;amas por obligación,&lt;br /&gt;Todo es una rutina&lt;br /&gt;de la que hay que escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Muere el amor obligado&lt;br /&gt;dejándo sólo dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Jamás se me ocurriría&lt;br /&gt;ponerte esa condición.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112277375592963581?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112277375592963581/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112277375592963581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112277375592963581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112277375592963581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/jams.html' title='Jamás'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112277335074945961</id><published>2005-07-30T22:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:29:10.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rimas  XX</title><content type='html'>Qué me importa donde está&lt;br /&gt;si yo lo llevo en el alma.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estará a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;esté conmigo o no esté.&lt;br /&gt;No se trata de presencia,&lt;br /&gt;facilmente destruible.&lt;br /&gt;es sólo algo intangible&lt;br /&gt;que no se puede matar.&lt;br /&gt;Es espíritu, no es materia,&lt;br /&gt;de nada vale luchar,&lt;br /&gt;no te fuerces, es tan puro,&lt;br /&gt;no lo podrás alcanzar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112277335074945961?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112277335074945961/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112277335074945961&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112277335074945961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112277335074945961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/rimas-xx.html' title='Rimas  XX'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112251512164973723</id><published>2005-07-27T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:45:21.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonetos II</title><content type='html'>Es verdad que a tu espíritu altanero&lt;br /&gt;nada le dejó mi fugaz presencia,&lt;br /&gt;que me miraste toda indiferencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;casi como se mira a un pordiosero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Es verdad que al instante quedó trunca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;la perspectiva azul de aquella tarde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que desde entonces el corazón arde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;por esta herida que no cierra nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas te doy gratitud como a ninguno,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sintiéndote llegué hasta la fortuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que jamás alcanzara de otro modo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pues me diste, quizás de tus desdenes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;la clave del más grande de los bienes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;¡ desde que sé soñar lo tengo todo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112251512164973723?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112251512164973723/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112251512164973723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112251512164973723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112251512164973723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/sonetos-ii.html' title='Sonetos II'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112251411688352665</id><published>2005-07-27T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:28:36.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonetos I</title><content type='html'>Tu me enseñaste a sonreir confiada&lt;br /&gt;y a ver el lado amable de las cosas,&lt;br /&gt;pusiste en mi senda las primeras rosas&lt;br /&gt;borrando cicatrices del pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me trajiste el amor ansiado&lt;br /&gt;entre tus frescas manos milagrosas,&lt;br /&gt;ellas fueron las manos pïadosas&lt;br /&gt;y las solas que me han acariciado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardaré tu recuerdo siempre eterno&lt;br /&gt;siguiéndote feliz hasta el averno,&lt;br /&gt;y murmurando ¡Gracias! en tu oído.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y allí donde tu pié ponga su paso&lt;br /&gt;como una flor de suave raso&lt;br /&gt;estará mi corazón agradecido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112251411688352665?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112251411688352665/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112251411688352665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112251411688352665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112251411688352665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/sonetos-i.html' title='Sonetos I'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112251323956190184</id><published>2005-07-27T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:32:39.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguna vez?</title><content type='html'>¿Alguna vez en un tiempo no lejano&lt;br /&gt;tu alma y la mía se encontraron?&lt;br /&gt;¿Desde qué día viene este sabor&lt;br /&gt;de tus besos y mis lágrimas?&lt;br /&gt;¿esta sed de tu voz y este deseo&lt;br /&gt;de llevarte por siempre en mi mirada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinito es el tiempo, es el desvelo&lt;br /&gt;y el dolor melancólico que amarga.&lt;br /&gt;¿Con qué fin Dios nos une, nos separa,&lt;br /&gt;nos arrastra, siempre inciertos,&lt;br /&gt;como estrellas fugaces y lejanas.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112251323956190184?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112251323956190184/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112251323956190184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112251323956190184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112251323956190184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/alguna-vez.html' title='Alguna vez?'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112240684945154205</id><published>2005-07-26T16:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T16:40:49.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIMAS DE AYER-- XV</title><content type='html'>Tengo que inventarte un rostro&lt;br /&gt;porque conozco tu alma.&lt;br /&gt;En mi pizarra de cielo&lt;br /&gt;quiero dibujar tu cara.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a ponerle unos ojos&lt;br /&gt;que devuelven mi mirada,&lt;br /&gt;voy a dibujar tu boca&lt;br /&gt;que se entrega apasionada.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero dibujar tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;que me abrazan sin pretexto.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero dibujar tus manos&lt;br /&gt;que acarician suavemente&lt;br /&gt;recorriendo mi universo.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando tenga completa&lt;br /&gt;esa imagen inventada,&lt;br /&gt;le contaré con un beso,&lt;br /&gt;suavecito, dulcemente,&lt;br /&gt;qué le ha pasado a mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomaste mi mano.&lt;br /&gt;Te miré a los ojos.&lt;br /&gt; No entendía nada.&lt;br /&gt;Y rodeaste mi cintura,&lt;br /&gt;y tomaste mi barbilla.&lt;br /&gt;Me besastes en la boca,&lt;br /&gt;y así te entregué mi vida..&lt;br /&gt;Y todo se oscureció,&lt;br /&gt;y ya no recuerdo nada,&lt;br /&gt;solo caricias y besos,&lt;br /&gt;que poblaron nuestra cama.&lt;br /&gt;Luego el silencio, la paz,&lt;br /&gt;el abrazo prolongado.&lt;br /&gt;Y así me enseñaste amar&lt;br /&gt;de la manera más clara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112240684945154205?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112240684945154205/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112240684945154205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112240684945154205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112240684945154205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/rimas-de-ayer-xv.html' title='RIMAS DE AYER-- XV'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112237376778008214</id><published>2005-07-26T07:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T07:29:27.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavilaciones</title><content type='html'>Dios nos puso los ojos en la frente, no en la nuca. No habrá querido que andemos por el mundo mirando sólo el pasado, porque si eso hicieramos no podríamos disfrutar el presente ni estar esperanzados en el futuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112237376778008214?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112237376778008214/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112237376778008214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112237376778008214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112237376778008214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/cavilaciones.html' title='Cavilaciones'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112231330181210880</id><published>2005-07-25T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:41:41.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ADRI</title><content type='html'>A lta como una vara de mimbre&lt;br /&gt;D ulce, que llena mi alma&lt;br /&gt;R ecorre esta vida amarga&lt;br /&gt;I mponiéndole sus gustos.&lt;br /&gt;A parece como un angel&lt;br /&gt;N ecesario es que nos rija.&lt;br /&gt;A driana, ella es mi hija.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112231330181210880?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112231330181210880/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112231330181210880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112231330181210880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112231330181210880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/adri.html' title='ADRI'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112231291409061687</id><published>2005-07-25T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:35:14.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FER</title><content type='html'>Mientras escribo estos versos,&lt;br /&gt;duerme mi hijo en su cuna.&lt;br /&gt;Dejo mi lápiz, lo miro&lt;br /&gt;Lleno su sueño de besos&lt;br /&gt;y le digo hasta mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Ariel es su nombre&lt;br /&gt;cuatro añitos es su edad.&lt;br /&gt;Lo miro, lo creo un hombre&lt;br /&gt;Lleno de felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;La dulzura de sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;de su voz, de su carita&lt;br /&gt;me quita todas las penas&lt;br /&gt;que la vida suele dar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo veo dormir y pienso&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué regalo me hizo Dios!&lt;br /&gt;que me alegra, que me cura&lt;br /&gt;de todo mi sinsabor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112231291409061687?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112231291409061687/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112231291409061687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112231291409061687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112231291409061687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/fer.html' title='FER'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112231221360309931</id><published>2005-07-25T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:23:36.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIMAS DE AYER-- XXIII</title><content type='html'>Hoy que son niños que llenan&lt;br /&gt;mi vida, mis brazos, mi hogar.&lt;br /&gt;Juegan, corren, lloran, ríen&lt;br /&gt;viéndo los días pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de sus pocos años&lt;br /&gt;todo es felicidad;&lt;br /&gt;y cuando alguna penita&lt;br /&gt;quiere hacerlos llorar,&lt;br /&gt;Tienen a mamá que corre&lt;br /&gt;Para sus penas calmar&lt;br /&gt;Y todo así seguirá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando sean grandes&lt;br /&gt;y no las tengan ya mas&lt;br /&gt;Piensen en ella, miren al cielo&lt;br /&gt;y se sentirán calmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque desde donde me halle&lt;br /&gt;Yo llegaré, y abrazándolos&lt;br /&gt;Haré su dolor pasar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112231221360309931?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112231221360309931/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112231221360309931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112231221360309931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14760621/posts/default/112231221360309931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/rimas-de-ayer-xxiii.html' title='RIMAS DE AYER-- XXIII'/><author><name>capricho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10697496217599113975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/28896069_790ae80ff9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14760621.post-112222787664777751</id><published>2005-07-24T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T14:57:56.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIMAS DE AYER-- XXV</title><content type='html'>Eres tan imposible como un sueño perdido&lt;br /&gt;sacudes desde tu alma los ecos del amor,&lt;br /&gt;y has roto con tus mano el corazón dormido,&lt;br /&gt;eres tierno y querido como un rayo de sol.&lt;br /&gt;Así, secreta y dulce, tu alma se ha encendido&lt;br /&gt;tu alma y tu misterio que quiebra hasta mi voz.&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame que tiemblo pensando en el olvido&lt;br /&gt;¡Que triste que es la noche de la separación¡&lt;br /&gt;Cruzado con la vida lo nuestro está perdido,&lt;br /&gt;rogamos y sufrimos, ¡Inútil, corazón!&lt;br /&gt;en nuestro nuevo encuentro, he de llamarte amigo,&lt;br /&gt;amigo ante la pena que llena mi dolor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112222787664777751?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112222787664777751/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112222787664777751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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enamorar,&lt;br /&gt;que esta vida, la traidora,&lt;br /&gt;pensaba jugar conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;Puso estrellas en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;que titilan sin cesar,&lt;br /&gt;y palabras en mi boca&lt;br /&gt;que brotan cual manantial.&lt;br /&gt;Puso campanas en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;que no dejan de sonar,&lt;br /&gt;con su luz y su sonido&lt;br /&gt;todo me hacen olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;hasta la penas de un día&lt;br /&gt;que años me hicieron llorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14760621-112216645482940053?l=marte2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marte2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112216645482940053/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14760621&amp;postID=112216645482940053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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