<?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-20358976</id><updated>2011-10-29T13:31:44.648-07:00</updated><category term='debatiendome'/><category term='Edgard Allan Poe'/><category term='amores de verano'/><category term='mascotitas virtuales'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'>Este es el blog donde vierto mis pensamientos y libero mis sentimientos alli donde en paz descansaran y a nadie lastimaran disfrazados tras escurridisos poemas que de mis manos escapan colisionando el papel q despues aqui deposito para q no se pierdan en el tiempo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-1524814943527892168</id><published>2008-09-24T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:06:31.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Identidad Evitatiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tras la experiencia de mi existir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la historia de mi convivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;un arsenal de defensas ensayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;contra al mundo al q me adapto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escapan a mi conciencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;distorcionan mis vivencias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;evitando sublimando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a las amenazas escapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quien soy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que busco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que evito y que percigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conocerme presede conocer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;comprenderme presede a comprenderte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inicio el juego y voy tras de vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;buscando en cada espejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;en cada objeto que emita mi reflejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vos me evitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o mis mecanismos a vos impiden visualizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Es que el dolor que cuesta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;asimilar la realidad... dejando mis fantasias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;logrando tolerarte... a vos identidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-1524814943527892168?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/1524814943527892168/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=1524814943527892168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/1524814943527892168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/1524814943527892168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2008/09/identidad-evitatiba-tras-la-experiencia.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-7174212357508422507</id><published>2008-09-24T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:58:03.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Existencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mis neuronas me extasian con sus descargas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;logrando q los miles de pliegues de la corteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;asfixien mi cerebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entonces mis pensamientos se confunden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;impidiendome visualizar el fin, mucho menos el medio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que mis acciones persiguen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deseos irradiados, a la realidad proyectados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;contra la cual colisionan y como meteoritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;su superficie distorcionan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desatado el caos, iniciado el proceso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;un mundo de fantasias mis expreciones han logrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mentiras integro, distorcionadas percepciones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de un ente complejo, que forja, me construye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vulnerable expuesto tras un manto surrealista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mis emociones protejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Convivo, comparto, proyecto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te acepto... te integro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y en la polimorfia de mi vida , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;en las modalidades de mi existencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me pierdo... te encuentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me reflejo... te percibo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero sin lograr aun comprender mis motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;los tuyos y los de todos aquellos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-7174212357508422507?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/7174212357508422507/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=7174212357508422507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/7174212357508422507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/7174212357508422507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2008/09/existencia-mis-neuronas-me-extasian-con.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-9030557963425011286</id><published>2008-08-10T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:11:14.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CENSURED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escena cero dijo un amigo&lt;br /&gt;acerca del preambulo de una obra.&lt;br /&gt;Empatia dijo una amiga&lt;br /&gt;despues de once años incomprendida.&lt;br /&gt;Censurarme fue tu eleccion&lt;br /&gt;ante la amenaza de mis palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empaticamente te comprendo&lt;br /&gt;ya que desde antes del principio&lt;br /&gt;el cero alli estaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-9030557963425011286?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/9030557963425011286/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=9030557963425011286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/9030557963425011286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/9030557963425011286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2008/08/censured-escena-cero-dijo-un-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-8865732729203460902</id><published>2008-06-23T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:19:38.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Encontrados en el momento equivocado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ahora sus caminos han de correr separados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pequeñas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;intersecciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; han de variar su destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como pasos compartidos de un recorrido invadido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quizas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; compartan un objetivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que en el eterno permita estar vivos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero entre tantas vueltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;el tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;engendra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; al perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;esa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sensacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; de miedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; contenido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parados lado a lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dejando volar al pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conteniendo tanto impulso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de liberar sus sentimientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ambos peregrinos de la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;recorriendo su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;extenuante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sendero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Soñando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quizas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;algun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;juntos alterar tal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;monotonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-8865732729203460902?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/8865732729203460902/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=8865732729203460902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/8865732729203460902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/8865732729203460902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2008/06/stand-by-encontrados-en-el-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-459658427459048479</id><published>2008-06-20T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:21:02.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Simbiotica Obsecion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Despierto a la mañana, girando sobre la cama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;solo para encontrar a la pared q me aleja aun mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de la profundidad en la cual con vos mi mente descansaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aun frustrado, por la rigides de aquella superficie blanca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;busco las prendas q disfrazaran mi jornada, con el anhelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de q en ellas tu escencia quede capturada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Subo a mi calzado y emprendo el viaje al baño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;en el cual mis ojos colisionan su reflejo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;devolviendome una mirada desdeñada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como si extrañaran a los tuyos en su cornea reflejada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enfrio entonces su ira con poco de agua helada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En ese momento mi pecho llama presionando prolongadamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;necesita de ese aire contaminado, q a mis pulmones lentamente mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El mismo al cual yo lo expuse en una primera instancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya en el exterior el sol me irradia, ese calor q solo nuestra union alcanza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y mientras las hojas se consumen , otra vez mi mente engaña llevandome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hasta vos donde  nuestras vidas se entrelazan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Comienza entonces mi dia con la esperanza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de nuestras existencias un espacio compartan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-459658427459048479?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/459658427459048479/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=459658427459048479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/459658427459048479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/459658427459048479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2008/06/simbiotica-obsecion-despierto-la-maana.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-6518078080092235754</id><published>2008-05-18T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:33:59.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Viernes a la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cubiertos bajo la noche,&lt;br /&gt;en un manto de luces alojados&lt;br /&gt;por tanta gente rodeados&lt;br /&gt;nuestros cuerpos vibraban&lt;br /&gt;al son de ritmos exuberantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentando miradas...unidas quisas&lt;br /&gt;nuestras manos se pegaban&lt;br /&gt;Mi pecho oprimia disparos&lt;br /&gt;por temor a no ser acertados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis labios como navajas&lt;br /&gt;deseaban cortar la distancia&lt;br /&gt;q de los tuyos apartaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo temiendo&lt;br /&gt;q a vos lastimaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un juego de deseos&lt;br /&gt;q me acercaba al cielo&lt;br /&gt;alli donde la muerte&lt;br /&gt;habia depositado...&lt;br /&gt;de mis sangres las raices&lt;br /&gt;de mi padre las matrices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahi donde tantas veces reimos&lt;br /&gt;olvidando yo el vacio&lt;br /&gt;juntos de la vida huimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-6518078080092235754?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/6518078080092235754/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=6518078080092235754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/6518078080092235754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/6518078080092235754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2008/05/viernes-la-noche-cubiertos-bajo-la.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-3485688301159797130</id><published>2008-05-18T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:14:46.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tanta hermosura&lt;br /&gt;tanta frescura&lt;br /&gt;a la persona erronea confinada&lt;br /&gt;deseando ser yo sus alas&lt;br /&gt;para q el cielo rosara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envidiando su suerte&lt;br /&gt;por encontrarle&lt;br /&gt;pero sin comprender&lt;br /&gt;como no puede llenarle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ella q vive en las raices del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;deseando la libertad de la cual gosa el viento&lt;br /&gt;anhelando iluminarse&lt;br /&gt;y asi al amor entregarse&lt;br /&gt;sentimiento irrefutable&lt;br /&gt;para ella inalcanzable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si supiera q esta en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;solo hay q dejar escaparse&lt;br /&gt;de prejuicios separarse&lt;br /&gt;dejando q los colores los alcanzen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-3485688301159797130?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/3485688301159797130/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=3485688301159797130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/3485688301159797130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/3485688301159797130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2008/05/libre-tanta-hermosura-tanta-frescura-la.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-3573326055781258787</id><published>2008-05-18T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T15:36:16.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deprimido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ser querido&lt;br /&gt;dejo nuestro mundo vivo,&lt;br /&gt;aquella q a mi padre habia contenido&lt;br /&gt;y del mundo enseño su destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra infancia compartio&lt;br /&gt;alimentando sueños divinos&lt;br /&gt;de sus momentos encendidos&lt;br /&gt;del intenso fuego en la profundidad..&lt;br /&gt;de sus oscuros ojos contenido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora deja un vacio&lt;br /&gt;inundado de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;desvordado de sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De  mis intentos desesperados&lt;br /&gt;a en la depresion no perder el aliento&lt;br /&gt;nacen palabras escapadas&lt;br /&gt;con hermosos instantes conectadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y asi llenar la inmensidad&lt;br /&gt;del espacio q ocupo su cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-3573326055781258787?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/3573326055781258787/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=3573326055781258787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/3573326055781258787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/3573326055781258787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2008/05/deprimido-un-ser-querido-dejo-nuestro.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-4099387875606005641</id><published>2007-06-21T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T17:36:03.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;oches heladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;por estrellas tapisadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;los amantes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;en su lecho comparten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;se frio seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;que hasta los labios mas tiernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sin resentimientos agrieta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;aun asi se inquietan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;aricias, como gotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;un suave rastro dejan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Besos, como olas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;eterna constancia muestran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;staticos... fucionados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;fluidos vitales interceptan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;destellando la piel se incendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;us temperaturas suben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y del placer estrellas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces el infierno es cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y todo lo congelan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;ntensos encendidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;su arte comparten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pinceladas de pasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;con las tintas del amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ensionada cada particula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;estaciados sus cuerpos arden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;tanta energia... liberan al instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;jala pudiera volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;para tu cuerpo poder recorrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y con vos en nuestro infierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;eternos poder arder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-4099387875606005641?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/4099387875606005641/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=4099387875606005641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/4099387875606005641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/4099387875606005641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2007/06/te-n-oches-heladas-por-estrellas.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-1379809672778370921</id><published>2007-05-23T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:53:38.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amores de verano'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor de Verano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aun vuelves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;por las noches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuando crees q nadie te mira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;te equivocas... aqui estoy yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Te vigilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;tus pasos cautivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;grabados son en el dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y te atreves a volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dps de todo lo q te llevaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;te atreves a volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q buscas q quieres saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No puedes leer mi dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;fue tan grande mi decepcion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q ni en mis palabras entro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No lo veras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;jamas lo haras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y si en ti algo deje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;si en ti algo logre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No hullas reconocelo y volve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-1379809672778370921?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/1379809672778370921/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=1379809672778370921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/1379809672778370921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/1379809672778370921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2007/05/amor-de-verano-aun-vuelves-por-las.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-8489958410794687851</id><published>2007-03-09T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:54:16.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Caminos sin sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un mundo repleto de caminos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;por los cuales todos corren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sin un aparente motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;inquietos todos perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No hay destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas q el principio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;entre las sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;rodeado por el vacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entre ellos me confundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;persiguiendo tu luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;al final de cada sendero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;alli donde ninguno llega entero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Luchando indirecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;cada batalla contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;es por vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y este es mi motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tenerte en mis brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y mas alla de tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;lugar... o batalla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;vivir y morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;junto a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-8489958410794687851?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/8489958410794687851/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=8489958410794687851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/8489958410794687851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/8489958410794687851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2007/03/caminos-sin-sentido-un-mundo-repleto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-7769526229256088458</id><published>2007-02-13T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:54:40.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destinos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;El destino no entiende de razones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Los hechos son por si mismos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;las marcas de nuestras acciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lo q el no entiende es q no importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;no nos interesa donde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;si no con quien y como estemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hace ya un año nos conocimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sin siquiera entenderlo nos atraimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero personas inocentes habia en medio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tan solo partiste y de nuestros sentimientos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;una amistad hiciste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un tiempo atras, a mi volviste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y con vos toda nuestra quimica trajiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;En un fuego intenso ardimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;encendiendo con el mi mundo, aquel q fue nuestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lugar q amaste, asi dijiste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;como evitar enamorarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de la paz, la naturaleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y los ojos atraves de los cuales la viste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lagrimas... sonrisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;tu escencia arrancaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sin temor tu corazon sacaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;enseñandome quien eras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;quien quieres y quien debes ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Como evitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;no hay tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;no hay lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;nada q quitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;solo la posibilidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de en el eterno poder amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y el destino no entiende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;nosotros somos tiempo y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;el lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lo q sentimos jamas nos hara olvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-7769526229256088458?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/7769526229256088458/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=7769526229256088458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/7769526229256088458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Los limites entra la vida y la muerte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;son ambos  vagos y oscuros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿Quien deberia decir donde la una comienza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y donde la otra termina?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p p="" br=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sangraban sus heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mientras q en el suelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;su cuerpo yacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y el vavio le invadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El silencio los cubria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la oscuridad partia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;brillando la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;les alcanzaba compañia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El frio cortaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la sangre en su cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ya se acavaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;era el final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De sus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;una lagrima brotaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;el no la dejaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aun no terminaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En su sangre bañada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;estaba el arma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A su oido el susurro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quebrad al fin decia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Antes del final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo te eh de acompañar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En este nuevo principio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo te voy a alcanzar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ambos cuerpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;inertes calleron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sus rojos se mezclaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y como una llama al cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;su nuevo camino recorrieron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-2883102095764951033?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/2883102095764951033/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=2883102095764951033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Debatiendome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amistad virtual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;asi se conservo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;hasta cruzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;aquel umbral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Roses mas q sutiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;conversaciones distraidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;mientras por debajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;la llama encendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ambos la ocultaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;por temor callaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;talvez se equivocaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;o quisas acertaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q sentido tiene cuidarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;para no intentarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;en un pantano se enterraron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y quisas ya sea hora de rescatarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Debatiendome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;orgullo o compañia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;yo ya eh decidido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y quiero probarlo contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-4375869752987947836?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/4375869752987947836/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=4375869752987947836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/4375869752987947836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/4375869752987947836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/12/debatiendome-amistad-virtual-asi-se.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-3004450961593949411</id><published>2006-12-23T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:55:36.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascotitas virtuales'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mascotas Virtuales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Te acordas.... q hermosa niñes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aprendiamos a ser pacientes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;esperando se rompa el huevito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;a ser responsables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;mientras lo alimentaba bañabas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y entrenabas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Despues como todo se nos caia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y moria la mascotita, volviamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;corriendo hasta nuestros padres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"mamá mamá se muriooooooo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Platales deben de ver hecho con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;nosotros, por suerte ya se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;nos paso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero caimos en una peor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"amiguitos por internet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;la version actualizada de las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;mascotitas virtuales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Estas son tan buenas eh inteligentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q hasta tienen sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(en la mayoria de los casos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se enamoran, rien, lloran y nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;acompañan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y ahi estas vos con una lista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de entre 60 y 70 mascotitas activas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de las cuales conoces 30,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;has visto a 10,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;salido con 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;e interactuado con una.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Muy interesante como nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;enamoramos de un monitor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;lloramos por un monitor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ayudamos a un monitor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;le sonreimos a un monitor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;o insultamos a un monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mascotitas virtuales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;libres de mentir... falsear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;o lastimar a su antojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tanta libertad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahi somos lo q queremos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;inventamos lo q queramos tene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y todos muy ingenuos creen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y mienten al mismo tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;al punto q ya ni siquiera lo notan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mascotitas virtuales...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;me pregunto q seguira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aquel q ah llegado hasta aca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y pensado q quisas tengo razon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;lo invito a liberar sus mascotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ponerles una correa y salir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;a pasear por ahi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Veran q bien se siente el aire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;en compañia de un amigo de verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-3004450961593949411?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/3004450961593949411/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=3004450961593949411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/3004450961593949411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/3004450961593949411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/12/mascotas-virtuales-te-acordas.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116620973651557040</id><published>2006-12-15T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:56:25.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La niña el rio y el poeta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amor&lt;br /&gt;por un rio dividido&lt;br /&gt;mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;a sobrevivido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una esperanza&lt;br /&gt;los ata&lt;br /&gt;los mantiene unidos&lt;br /&gt;mas alla&lt;br /&gt;de todo lo vivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulce niña&lt;br /&gt;de la próxima orilla&lt;br /&gt;ven conmigo&lt;br /&gt;el poeta dijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy atada&lt;br /&gt;mi compañero llama&lt;br /&gt;y el rio por siempre separa&lt;br /&gt;contestò al poeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor te llama&lt;br /&gt;mi compañía amas&lt;br /&gt;será nuestro destino&lt;br /&gt;este silencioso&lt;br /&gt;amor eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El poeta clama&lt;br /&gt;en su eterna espera&lt;br /&gt;una carísia&lt;br /&gt;fundida en su mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el rio&lt;br /&gt;eterno separa&lt;br /&gt;parte el mundo&lt;br /&gt;parte nuestra alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitad alla&lt;br /&gt;mitad aca&lt;br /&gt;esperan su encuentro&lt;br /&gt;mas alla del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por un instante&lt;br /&gt;en mi escucharas&lt;br /&gt;en mi veras&lt;br /&gt;y uno los dos&lt;br /&gt;seremos siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablo el poeta&lt;br /&gt;y mostro su temple&lt;br /&gt;dos y uno&lt;br /&gt;hasta q el mundo tiemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116620973651557040?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116620973651557040/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=116620973651557040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116620973651557040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116620973651557040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-nia-el-rio-y-el-poeta-un-amor-por.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116620880497657321</id><published>2006-12-15T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:57:25.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palabras del Corazon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un lenguaje hermoso&lt;br /&gt;una explosion&lt;br /&gt;sentimientos exparsidos&lt;br /&gt;erraticas colisiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordenando sensaciones&lt;br /&gt;congregando pensamietos&lt;br /&gt;tallando sus flechas&lt;br /&gt;el angelito acecha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras se ordenan&lt;br /&gt;penetran corazones&lt;br /&gt;estirpando razones&lt;br /&gt;y dogmatizaciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupidos drogados&lt;br /&gt;entre todos camuflados&lt;br /&gt;amando....llorando&lt;br /&gt;a todos han callado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116620880497657321?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116620880497657321/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=116620880497657321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116620880497657321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116620880497657321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/12/palabras-del-corazon-un-lenguaje.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116241317395531576</id><published>2006-11-01T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:58:15.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alegoria del Error&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nunca vi el error,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;nunk me lo enseñaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tanto nos disfrutamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;tanto me gusto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Luego llegaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y dijiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"esto no es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;para vos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aun no entiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;acaso fui yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;o fuimos los dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fue tan raro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;no se como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero dolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;en mis manos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;la flor se seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahora hay tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas bien nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;como extraño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;estar cono vos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hermosa inspiracion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;necesito tu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116241317395531576?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116241317395531576/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=116241317395531576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116241317395531576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116241317395531576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/11/alegoria-del-error-nunca-vi-el-error.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116147109004187851</id><published>2006-10-21T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:58:33.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q es todo esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;barriste mi eje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sin pensarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;lo borraste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Donde esta el poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;quien es este duende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q dices querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q mierda es lo q soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;tu diversion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;un juguete q aguarda en su sillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;esperando q me uses hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y asi cumpla mi funcion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;vasto suficiente para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ahora juego yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116147109004187851?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116147109004187851/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116147087224414721</id><published>2006-10-21T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:59:23.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atrapemosnos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separados&lt;br /&gt;cada uno por su lado&lt;br /&gt;no pudimos&lt;br /&gt;no lo logramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo escaso&lt;br /&gt;joven corazon&lt;br /&gt;q su razon&lt;br /&gt;no ah encontrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igual caimos&lt;br /&gt;nos encontramos&lt;br /&gt;en los hilos de la vida&lt;br /&gt;sin saberlo nos enredamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrapemosnos&lt;br /&gt;vivamoslo&lt;br /&gt;nos disfrutamos&lt;br /&gt;...comprendamoslo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116147087224414721?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116147087224414721/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=116147087224414721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116147087224414721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116147087224414721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/10/atrapemosnos-separados-cada-uno-por-su.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116147063997182849</id><published>2006-10-21T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:59:48.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eterno Destino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un duende inmortalizado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;a su eterno fisico condenado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Una reina perdida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;la cual el aun no veia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Extrañas coincidencias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;actos sin conciencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un amor desconocido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q pocos vieron vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un duende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;una reina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dos almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y un motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Con tanta pasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;una noche ardieron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y de sus cenizas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sueños nacieron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desde entonces de ves en cuando regresan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;jugando a encontrarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ella atrapando sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y el fumandoselos en pipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116147063997182849?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116147063997182849/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=116147063997182849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116147063997182849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116147063997182849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/10/eterno-destino-un-duende-inmortalizado.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116104254883249973</id><published>2006-10-16T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:00:08.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacio!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intensos instantes&lt;br /&gt;felicidad fugas&lt;br /&gt;q muere como lo hiso antes&lt;br /&gt;q opaco lo q habia delante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidad deprecion&lt;br /&gt;cuan unidas han de estar&lt;br /&gt;pues de la mano van&lt;br /&gt;hacia algun lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan dificil es querer&lt;br /&gt;pues mucho mas lo es amar&lt;br /&gt;el lugar q ocupaste&lt;br /&gt;aun vacio esta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñandote esperandote&lt;br /&gt;para q lo vuelvas a llenar&lt;br /&gt;donde mucha luz hubo&lt;br /&gt;una gran oscuridad a de reinar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volveras...te quedaras&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo lo sabra&lt;br /&gt;y talves nuestro destino&lt;br /&gt;eterno a de quedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116104254883249973?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116104254883249973/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=116104254883249973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116104254883249973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116104254883249973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/10/vacio-intensos-instantes-felicidad.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116104228191066994</id><published>2006-10-16T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:00:51.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Circulos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Circulos axficiantes&lt;br /&gt;enfermisos se han de cerrar&lt;br /&gt;para lograr matarte&lt;br /&gt;para q puedas amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quiere la vida&lt;br /&gt;ama la muerte&lt;br /&gt;aun asi ambas&lt;br /&gt;te han de destrozar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Abriendo circulos&lt;br /&gt;q se cierran detras&lt;br /&gt;Por q duele tanto&lt;br /&gt;Porq asi es amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q sera lo q los cierra&lt;br /&gt;la felicidad de amar&lt;br /&gt;o la oscuridad del adios&lt;br /&gt;aunq sea hasta pronto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Si asi es la vida&lt;br /&gt;yo ya me quiero bajar&lt;br /&gt;tanta luz&lt;br /&gt;para caer en la eterna oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;para esta eterna soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116104228191066994?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116104228191066994/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=116104228191066994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116104228191066994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116104228191066994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/10/circulos-circulos-axficiantes.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116104197463518514</id><published>2006-10-16T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:01:13.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiempos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tiempos q corren&lt;br /&gt;q van y se esconden&lt;br /&gt;muriendo cada instante&lt;br /&gt;naciendo a cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q paradoja&lt;br /&gt;tantos mueren&lt;br /&gt;tantos nacen&lt;br /&gt;tanto quieres... tanto duelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eternidad&lt;br /&gt;q podrida esta&lt;br /&gt;Oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;q luz q hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por q tantas cosas&lt;br /&gt;te pueden lastimar&lt;br /&gt;por q tantas cosas&lt;br /&gt;te has de cuestionar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aca te bajas&lt;br /&gt;aca quedas&lt;br /&gt;en 5 minutos&lt;br /&gt;volveremos a empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116104197463518514?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116104197463518514/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=116104197463518514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116104197463518514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/116104197463518514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/10/tiempos-tiempos-q-corren-q-van-y-se.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-116104158041933120</id><published>2006-10-16T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:01:42.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oportuno!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cada noche&lt;br /&gt;una opotunidad&lt;br /&gt;de soñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cada dia&lt;br /&gt;una posibilidad&lt;br /&gt;de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cada tarde&lt;br /&gt;tu decides&lt;br /&gt;q quien matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;una opurtunidad&lt;br /&gt;de cambiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero a cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;te pueden matar&lt;br /&gt;cada instante&lt;br /&gt;se ah de borrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nace y muere&lt;br /&gt;con el dia&lt;br /&gt;por siempre eterna&lt;br /&gt;has de estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-116104158041933120?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/116104158041933120/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=116104158041933120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Observandote te vi&lt;br /&gt;yo estaba alli&lt;br /&gt;atrapado en tu locura&lt;br /&gt;reflejado en tu blancura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahi estaba&lt;br /&gt;y ahi me vi&lt;br /&gt;capturado en tu pupila&lt;br /&gt;reflejado en tu retina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Era un ser externo&lt;br /&gt;q todo lo apreciaba&lt;br /&gt;Viendote...mirandome&lt;br /&gt;en ellos me veia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Como una fusion&lt;br /&gt;me mirabas&lt;br /&gt;nos observabamos&lt;br /&gt;pero no lo comprendimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nunca lo hicimos&lt;br /&gt;estabamos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;en nuestros corazones&lt;br /&gt;nuestras propias razones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un instante&lt;br /&gt;q hice eterno&lt;br /&gt;en tus ojos me veia&lt;br /&gt;y tus secretos revolvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entiende q te quiero&lt;br /&gt;mirate en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;y dime si acaso eh mentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115939365588172364?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115939365588172364/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115939365588172364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115939365588172364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115939365588172364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/09/mirame.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115870905661326578</id><published>2006-09-19T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:02:37.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensamientos al borde del abismo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decidido al suicidio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Al borde del abismo&lt;br /&gt;observando el vacio&lt;br /&gt;mi mundo se desvanecia&lt;br /&gt;conmigo.. como una chispa&lt;br /&gt;se pierde en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rodeado de angeles&lt;br /&gt;cubriendome con sus velos&lt;br /&gt;protegido entre sus alas&lt;br /&gt;de los insultantes demonios&lt;br /&gt;q osaban poseerme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Separandome de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;en un simple soplo de viento&lt;br /&gt;q como un susurro&lt;br /&gt;entre todos a pasado&lt;br /&gt;dejandome desnudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vulnerable al tiempo&lt;br /&gt;mientras caia eternamente&lt;br /&gt;en mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;te llevaba conmigo&lt;br /&gt;deseando llegar de vuelta&lt;br /&gt;a estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vulnerable..desprotegido&lt;br /&gt;entre todos eh caido....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115870905661326578?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115870905661326578/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115870905661326578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115870905661326578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115870905661326578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/09/pensamientos-al-borde-del-abismo.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115844586929532880</id><published>2006-09-16T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:02:58.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimientos creados por un no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resentido en una noche estrellada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Suaves caricias&lt;br /&gt;se funden en abrazos&lt;br /&gt;roses esquivos&lt;br /&gt;sin aparente motivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuantas expresiones&lt;br /&gt;tantas confusiones&lt;br /&gt;que como rosas&lt;br /&gt;se entierran sin reproche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cariño o amistad&lt;br /&gt;Protecion o amor&lt;br /&gt;Cuantos sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;nacidos esa noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoy me despierto&lt;br /&gt;encontrandome perdido&lt;br /&gt;pensando claramente&lt;br /&gt;en lo que eh vivido contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Solo instantes centellantes&lt;br /&gt;q como estrellas&lt;br /&gt;mueren por el dia&lt;br /&gt;esperando otra noche&lt;br /&gt;para volver a verse unidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115844586929532880?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115844586929532880/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115844586929532880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115844586929532880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115844586929532880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/09/sentimientos-creados-por-un-no.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115722791822149329</id><published>2006-09-02T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:03:18.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peligrosa Infeccion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sobrevolando la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;como un angel en paz&lt;br /&gt;encontre la realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un mundo en caos&lt;br /&gt;una sociedad perdida&lt;br /&gt;q como caminante sin sendero&lt;br /&gt;del bosque trata de escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un lugar tan capital&lt;br /&gt;q lo social jamas a de importar&lt;br /&gt;Tanta inseguridad, violencia&lt;br /&gt;injusticia y aun mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Se extiende como un virus&lt;br /&gt;al cual ninguna cuarentena&lt;br /&gt;podra jamas aislar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Una infecion q cada dia&lt;br /&gt;aumenta aun mas&lt;br /&gt;imposible de parar&lt;br /&gt;donde habra de terminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Esta es la realidad&lt;br /&gt;tu realidad... mi realidad&lt;br /&gt;Asi esta nuestra sociedad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115722791822149329?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115722791822149329/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115722791822149329&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115722791822149329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115722791822149329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/09/peligrosa-infeccion-sobrevolando-la.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115722714498493626</id><published>2006-09-02T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:03:54.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lapices de Colores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Palabras plasmadas&lt;br /&gt;q de mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;surgen como gotas&lt;br /&gt;muriendo en esta hoja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sonidos q apagados&lt;br /&gt;como susurros de mi boca&lt;br /&gt;se van escapando&lt;br /&gt;perdidos en el vacio&lt;br /&gt;de esta tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gestos disimulados&lt;br /&gt;inexpresivos parten&lt;br /&gt;desvaneciendose en ti&lt;br /&gt;cada ves q te fijas en mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sentimientos expresados&lt;br /&gt;q a nuestros sentidos&lt;br /&gt;se escapan como arena&lt;br /&gt;q fluye de nuestras manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Una tarde...tan vacia&lt;br /&gt;q ni palabras...ni gestos&lt;br /&gt;ni sonidos...ni sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;pudieron...ni podran colorear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115722714498493626?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115722714498493626/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115722714498493626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115722714498493626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115722714498493626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/09/lapices-de-colores-palabras-plasmadas.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115618829591770555</id><published>2006-08-21T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:04:19.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extractos de una tarde de lluvia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentado bajo la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;observando mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mientras tu te escapabas&lt;br /&gt;las gotas me recorrian&lt;br /&gt;me azotaban&lt;br /&gt;pero no me molestaban&lt;br /&gt;tan solo me descargaban&lt;br /&gt;me relajaban&lt;br /&gt;me apartaban de la realidad&lt;br /&gt;del dolor de tu partida&lt;br /&gt;y aun asi te sentia&lt;br /&gt;te queria&lt;br /&gt;pero tu no me lo permitias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y cuando el sol&lt;br /&gt;ilumino mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;sesando el golpeteo&lt;br /&gt;no habia dolor&lt;br /&gt;no habia melancolia&lt;br /&gt;solo amor&lt;br /&gt;en ese entonces&lt;br /&gt;yo te queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115618829591770555?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115618829591770555/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115618829591770555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115618829591770555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115618829591770555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/08/extractos-de-una-tarde-de-lluvia.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115384808217280429</id><published>2006-07-25T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:04:49.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vueltas en la vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Caminos q van&lt;br /&gt;a ningun lugar&lt;br /&gt;Senderos q estan&lt;br /&gt;y yo suelo visitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Viajando en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;esperando el encuentro&lt;br /&gt;disfrutando un momento&lt;br /&gt;q hicimos nuestro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La vueltas de la vida&lt;br /&gt;y los dias q van&lt;br /&gt;veo q pasan&lt;br /&gt;jamas volviendo atras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahora estoy perdido&lt;br /&gt;ya no los puedo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;los vuelvo a observar&lt;br /&gt;pero en ellos no estas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Te extraño&lt;br /&gt;pero te siento&lt;br /&gt;te veo tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;pero tan dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Solo te hecho de menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115384808217280429?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115384808217280429/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115384808217280429&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115384808217280429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115384808217280429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/07/vueltas-en-la-vida-caminos-q-van.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115340390215438830</id><published>2006-07-20T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:05:11.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cultura para tontos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es mi tema,&lt;br /&gt;llevar la spicodelia como lema,&lt;br /&gt;y con mis rimas te enseño&lt;br /&gt;en mi pecho su emblema,&lt;br /&gt;yo se que jamás me meteré en un problema,&lt;br /&gt;porque se que a todo fuego si lo tocas te quema,&lt;br /&gt;yo para hacer rimas no necesito de esquemas,&lt;br /&gt;porque me salen de dentro,&lt;br /&gt;como si fuese una flema,&lt;br /&gt;crees que no valgo y por eso me blasfemas,&lt;br /&gt;pero yo me cago en todo nada vale la pena&lt;br /&gt;te dejare como un sicario,&lt;br /&gt;varias posiciones tomare si es necesario,&lt;br /&gt;para llegar a tus oidos,y que escuches mi calvario,&lt;br /&gt;porque tengo tantas letras para llenar tu formulario,&lt;br /&gt;que yo siempre por las noches guardo una en el armario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115340390215438830?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115340390215438830/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115340390215438830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115340390215438830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115340390215438830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/07/cultura-para-tontos-este-es-mi-tema.html' title=''/><author><name>monikitem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15791965694318848304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115241799839687003</id><published>2006-07-08T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:05:32.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Intensos instantes&lt;br /&gt;varian mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Centellantes colores&lt;br /&gt;envuelven mis dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y yo q no sabia&lt;br /&gt;alli me veia&lt;br /&gt;reflejado en el monotono&lt;br /&gt;transcurso de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me perdia en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;y en ellos moria&lt;br /&gt;renaciendo en tu boca&lt;br /&gt;tras cada melodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces vivia&lt;br /&gt;y solo sentia&lt;br /&gt;q moriria&lt;br /&gt;y ya no renaceria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115241799839687003?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115241799839687003/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115241799839687003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115241799839687003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115241799839687003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/07/vidas-intensos-instantes-varian-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115241735496685367</id><published>2006-07-08T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:05:57.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tu mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoy me ofrecieron un mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Me invitaron a conocerlo,&lt;br /&gt;y me atraparon con imagenes&lt;br /&gt;de hermosos paisajes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ua vez dentro&lt;br /&gt;me cego la luz&lt;br /&gt;q observaba atento.&lt;br /&gt;Llamativos colores&lt;br /&gt;ardian en el centro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Una hermosa promesa&lt;br /&gt;q brillaba en sus adentros&lt;br /&gt;Me llamaba me hipnotizaba&lt;br /&gt;y yo no me animaba a verla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces me tomo un impulso&lt;br /&gt;forje la llave q abriria la puerta,&lt;br /&gt;y cuando entre me lleno el vacio.&lt;br /&gt;Alli como un punto&lt;br /&gt;brillando en hermosos colores&lt;br /&gt;alli estabas...&lt;br /&gt;estabas tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115241735496685367?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115241735496685367/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115241735496685367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115241735496685367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115241735496685367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/07/tu-mundo-hoy-me-ofrecieron-un-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115241673065923848</id><published>2006-07-08T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:06:17.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mares &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Suaves olas&lt;br /&gt;acarician tu arena&lt;br /&gt;calidos vientos&lt;br /&gt;azotan tus costas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoy yo te contemplo&lt;br /&gt;y pienos en las cosas&lt;br /&gt;q me ofrece mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hermosos recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;invaden mi cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;templan mi alma&lt;br /&gt;y abren mi pecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Es tan solo un anhelo&lt;br /&gt;una llave... una puerta&lt;br /&gt;q espero sea la correcta&lt;br /&gt;una llave... una puerta&lt;br /&gt;q quiero ver abierta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115241673065923848?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115241673065923848/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115241673065923848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115241673065923848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115241673065923848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/07/mares-suaves-olas-acarician-tu-arena.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115241602426890976</id><published>2006-07-08T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:21:15.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;FRio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Palabras sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;caricias con frio&lt;br /&gt;y yo tan perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lagrimas congeladas&lt;br /&gt;miradas separadas&lt;br /&gt;y vos tan desesperada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gestos con amor&lt;br /&gt;sensibilidad y corazon&lt;br /&gt;talves yo tenga razon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero hoy no hay cariño&lt;br /&gt;y talves ese niño&lt;br /&gt;no tenga destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero hoy soy distinto&lt;br /&gt;mañana lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;y me guiara mi instinto&lt;br /&gt;llevandome contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115241602426890976?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115241602426890976/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115241602426890976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115241602426890976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115241602426890976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/07/frio-palabras-sin-sentido-caricias-con.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115135108934200627</id><published>2006-06-26T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:21:33.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muerte suprema&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sangran mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;no puedo ver,&lt;br /&gt;la oscuridad va ganando&lt;br /&gt;y yo e de perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Caigo en tinieblas&lt;br /&gt;me pierdo entre hierbas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi corazon vomito&lt;br /&gt;lo q mi alma ayer vivio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;En la soledad cayo&lt;br /&gt;y jamas desperto,&lt;br /&gt;en manos del odio&lt;br /&gt;ella fallecio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahora mis ojos lloran&lt;br /&gt;las lagrimas de mi corazon.&lt;br /&gt;El esta partido&lt;br /&gt;porq ella lo abandono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mis manos tiemblan,&lt;br /&gt;un frio helado&lt;br /&gt;yace sobre mi&lt;br /&gt;cierro mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;ahora voy por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115135108934200627?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115135108934200627/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115135108934200627&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115135108934200627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115135108934200627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/06/muerte-suprema-sangran-mis-ojos-no.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115135030671045945</id><published>2006-06-26T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:21:52.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A---L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fuertes vientos&lt;br /&gt;asotan su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;pero no se deja vencer&lt;br /&gt;pues a esperado mucho&lt;br /&gt;para ver el amanacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La lluvia lo fortalece&lt;br /&gt;y el sol lo hace crecer&lt;br /&gt;aun dps de caido&lt;br /&gt;el volvera a renacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Años habra de vivir&lt;br /&gt;vidas tendra q ver&lt;br /&gt;pero solo un lugar&lt;br /&gt;podra conocer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mucho a de durar&lt;br /&gt;pero la noche lo puede alcanzar&lt;br /&gt;entonces a de caer&lt;br /&gt;y ya no volver a crecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(extraño titulo no pero les tengo un juego&lt;br /&gt;a ver quien puede adivinar las tres letras&lt;br /&gt;q faltan la pista es q todo el poema habla de algo&lt;br /&gt;quien sabra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115135030671045945?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115135030671045945/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115135030671045945&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115135030671045945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115135030671045945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/06/l-fuertes-vientos-asotan-su-cuerpo.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115093154937447704</id><published>2006-06-21T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:22:15.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cromos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuenta la historia de la antigua tribu de cromos q ocupo hace unos miles de años&lt;br /&gt;la tierra del plata. En aquel entonces se contaban las histrorias de los dioses creadores&lt;br /&gt;de aquellas tierrar q fueron forjadas a la llama de sus hogueras.&lt;br /&gt;Entre ellos estaba fenix atada al fuego monocromatico de la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;Ella q habia visto tanto habia olvidado los colores q ardian a su alrededor.&lt;br /&gt;Fue entonces cuando nacio el primer poeta. Aquel q manejaba el amor a su antojo&lt;br /&gt;y ardia sobre su hoguera q estallaba en vivos colores. Poseia el don de iluminar hasta&lt;br /&gt;la mas intensa oscuridad extendiendo su colores por toda la actualidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eran dioses de mundo opuestos q se proyectaban en la realidad y fue alli donde se encontraron.&lt;br /&gt;Enamorandose el poeta estallo en colores, confundida ella no lo pudo ver.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces el poeta ensendio su canto, haciendo resplandecer hasta los colores mas opacos.&lt;br /&gt;Segada por tanta luz ella recordo los colores, y pudo apreciar la extaña luz q brillaba en el.&lt;br /&gt;Extendiendo su dulce canto ambos forjaron un nuevo sentimiento, mezcla de la eternidad y&lt;br /&gt;los colores del amor.&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta el dia de hoy se dice q el poeta y fenix arden juntos en la hoguera de la amistad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(si ya se esta raro y talves muy pokos lo puedan entender, de todas formas salio de mi&lt;br /&gt;y es para ti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115093154937447704?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115093154937447704/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115093154937447704&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115093154937447704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115093154937447704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/06/cromos-cuenta-la-historia-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115030742006832849</id><published>2006-06-14T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:22:39.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bajo la noche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tengo una cita&lt;br /&gt;con la luna&lt;br /&gt;y las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La amenaza&lt;br /&gt;de las nubes&lt;br /&gt;opaca su belleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mi mente se despeja&lt;br /&gt;y vuelo sin quejas&lt;br /&gt;pasando entre rejas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La luna me espera.&lt;br /&gt;El sol se aleja&lt;br /&gt;y las estrellas se acercan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Siento la noche&lt;br /&gt;con su vasta oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;y su hermosa tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me pierdo en pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;y me encuentro en vos.&lt;br /&gt;Bajo la noche&lt;br /&gt;pensando en vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115030742006832849?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115030742006832849/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115030742006832849&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115030742006832849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115030742006832849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/06/bajo-la-noche-tengo-una-cita-con-la.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115021888470957263</id><published>2006-06-13T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:23:08.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extractos de melancolia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Viendo mi pasado&lt;br /&gt;plasmado en imagenes,&lt;br /&gt;proyeciones en mi monitor&lt;br /&gt;q me transportan hacia el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alimentandome de melancolia&lt;br /&gt;revivi sensaciones,&lt;br /&gt;q pintaron mi alma&lt;br /&gt;de vivos colores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Descubri q la extraño&lt;br /&gt;q extraño sus brasos,&lt;br /&gt;su mirada perdiendose en la mia,&lt;br /&gt;sus labios fundiendose en los mios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Es la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;es la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Son los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Son los extractos&lt;br /&gt;Extractos de mi melancolia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115021888470957263?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115021888470957263/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115021888470957263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115021888470957263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115021888470957263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/06/extractos-de-melancolia-viendo-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-115021850100934988</id><published>2006-06-13T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:23:32.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soledad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un arma mortal que no maneja tiempos,&lt;br /&gt;a veces te desangra de a poco y otras&lt;br /&gt;tantas te mata de una&lt;br /&gt;lo cierto es q hoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La soledad me persigue&lt;br /&gt;y no la puede perder,&lt;br /&gt;viene con su espada&lt;br /&gt;volando tras de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me escurro entre la gente&lt;br /&gt;pero se q ella sigue por aqui,&lt;br /&gt;la puedo sentir apartando&lt;br /&gt;cada persona q se antepone a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Siento en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;el frio metal de su espada&lt;br /&gt;y pienso q ya perdi,&lt;br /&gt;pero hoy ella decide por mi.&lt;br /&gt;Empujandome al vacio&lt;br /&gt;de la eterna oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces una luz se encendio&lt;br /&gt;una sombra se apiado de mi&lt;br /&gt;y llevandome en sus brazos&lt;br /&gt;me aparto de alli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-115021850100934988?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/115021850100934988/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=115021850100934988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115021850100934988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/115021850100934988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/06/soledad-un-arma-mortal-que-no-maneja.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114952834346678614</id><published>2006-06-05T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:23:56.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Caminando entre mundos&lt;br /&gt;por mi vida voy.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ya no puedo&lt;br /&gt;hablar del amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Plasmo sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;poetiso pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;Estudio los numeros&lt;br /&gt;y calculo el error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Festejo la noche,&lt;br /&gt;comparto mi adiccion&lt;br /&gt;Camino entre mundos&lt;br /&gt;y no pertenesco a ninguno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoy me confundo&lt;br /&gt;y me pierdo entre mundos&lt;br /&gt;pues no encajo en ninguno&lt;br /&gt;y en ellos me fundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114952834346678614?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114952834346678614/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114952834346678614&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114952834346678614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114952834346678614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/06/caminando-entre-mundos-por-mi-vida-voy.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114901571981438302</id><published>2006-05-30T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:24:19.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;En dias de verano&lt;br /&gt;compartieron su trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;Los dias de otoño&lt;br /&gt;salieron a su antojo&lt;br /&gt;Y en dias de verano&lt;br /&gt;sintieron de su amor un despojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dias se fueron,&lt;br /&gt;noches q ya murieron.&lt;br /&gt;Miedos se calleron&lt;br /&gt;y corazas derritieron&lt;br /&gt;forjando asi un regalo del amor&lt;br /&gt;una nueva vida q&lt;br /&gt;marca su union&lt;br /&gt;una nueva vida&lt;br /&gt;q llora por amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Poetas entre poetas&lt;br /&gt;amigos entre amigos&lt;br /&gt;el maldito soy yo&lt;br /&gt;y esta es la sociedad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114901571981438302?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114901571981438302/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114901571981438302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114901571981438302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114901571981438302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/05/en-dias-de-verano-compartieron-su.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114901540703209954</id><published>2006-05-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:29:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Licuado de Sentimientos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;El amor se quiere suicidar&lt;br /&gt;porq la pasion lo engaño&lt;br /&gt;con el perdon,&lt;br /&gt;y perdon q en realidad&lt;br /&gt;ama a la discuccion,&lt;br /&gt;no sabe q hacer&lt;br /&gt;porq discusion&lt;br /&gt;se fue de vacaciones&lt;br /&gt;con mentira quien&lt;br /&gt;es enemiga de la verdad&lt;br /&gt;q es amiga del amor&lt;br /&gt;e hija de la confianza&lt;br /&gt;q se separo de pelea&lt;br /&gt;porq se aburrio&lt;br /&gt;de q discuccion&lt;br /&gt;se metiera en el medio&lt;br /&gt;y la vida da mil vueltas&lt;br /&gt;porq no se quiere bajar&lt;br /&gt;y la muerte la persigue y&lt;br /&gt;no la puede atrapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La sociedad conocio muchos poetas&lt;br /&gt;pero al final con el maldito se caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114901540703209954?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114901540703209954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114901540703209954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114901540703209954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114901540703209954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/05/licuado-de-sentimientos-el-amor-se.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114731211968899795</id><published>2006-05-10T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:29:47.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muñeca de porcelana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Perdida entre muñecas de silicona,&lt;br /&gt;estraviada en el mundo de goma,&lt;br /&gt;alli sola e indiferente te encontre,&lt;br /&gt;y asi has de permanecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sola, y tan hermosa,&lt;br /&gt;Suave, y tan distante,&lt;br /&gt;Rigida, y tan frágil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eres tan valiosa, como la mas roja de las rosas,&lt;br /&gt;Tan pura, como la mas sincera de tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;Tan bella, como el mas hermoso de tus gestos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tan cerca estamos, y tan separados,&lt;br /&gt;Tan calidos y tan frios para ambos,&lt;br /&gt;Somos de mundos distantes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Es el poeta quien ama su muñeca,&lt;br /&gt;Es el destino quien une los mundos,&lt;br /&gt;Es la maldicion del amor quien los protege,&lt;br /&gt;Son el poeta maldito y la muñeca de porcelana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Son ellos quienes forjaron esta historia,&lt;br /&gt;y eres tú, quien la inspiraste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114731211968899795?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114731211968899795/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114731211968899795&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114731211968899795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114731211968899795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/05/mueca-de-porcelana-perdida-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>monikitem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15791965694318848304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114600009734104230</id><published>2006-04-25T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:31:10.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uniendo mundos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy un loco, y no me averguenzo de serlo&lt;br /&gt;Soy un poeta, y no dejare de hablar de amor&lt;br /&gt;Soy un alumno, q odia a su profesor&lt;br /&gt;Soy yo y no me importa lo q digas de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Sos vos y no te voy a corregir.&lt;br /&gt;Sos mucho y mereces respeto, incluso de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Soy un cuerpo q camina sin razon.&lt;br /&gt;Soy un alma q a perdido su perfecion.&lt;br /&gt;Los años han pasado, 17 para mi, desconosco&lt;br /&gt;cuantos habran pasado por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Y de todas formas busco lo q tu ignoras&lt;br /&gt;por lo menos para mi.&lt;br /&gt;¿Q busco? ¿Q buscamos?&lt;br /&gt;¿A donde vamos? ¿A donde llegamos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Q alcanzamos? ¿Q logramos?&lt;br /&gt;Por q y Como es lo q me interesa a mi.&lt;br /&gt;Esto y lo otro no son nada por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Es mi mundo, es el tuyo y se unen alli.&lt;br /&gt;Es mi vida, es la tuya y no son nada para mi.&lt;br /&gt;¿Q busco? ¿Q buscamos?&lt;br /&gt;no depende de mi&lt;br /&gt;¿A donde vamos? ¿A donde llegamos?&lt;br /&gt;eso ya no importa por aqui&lt;br /&gt;¿Q alcanzamos? ¿Q logramos?&lt;br /&gt;eso solo te importa a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114600009734104230?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114600009734104230/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114600009734104230&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114600009734104230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114600009734104230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/04/uniendo-mundos-soy-un-loco-y-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114555999772839322</id><published>2006-04-20T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:31:34.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lagrimas de Cristal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llorar el adios&lt;br /&gt;extrañar el perdon,&lt;br /&gt;son solo dioses&lt;br /&gt;q controlan el dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas q brotan&lt;br /&gt;tan solas estan.&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas q fueron&lt;br /&gt;y ya no volveran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son solo gotas&lt;br /&gt;q se derraman.&lt;br /&gt;Son cristales&lt;br /&gt;q se nos arrancan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se llevan el dolor&lt;br /&gt;cicatrizan el corazon.&lt;br /&gt;Llorando el adios&lt;br /&gt;Llorando lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas de cristal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114555999772839322?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114555999772839322/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114555999772839322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114555999772839322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114555999772839322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/04/lagrimas-de-cristal-llorar-el-adios.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114555942046617706</id><published>2006-04-20T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:31:53.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calculos de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;El amor, mas de un millon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de sensaciones contenidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;De las cuales la mitad te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;generan una adiccion y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;la quinta parte de ellas nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;se van.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La cuarta parte del total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de las sensaciones generan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dolor y la mitad de ellas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dejan heridas de las cuales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;solo la tercera parte llegan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;a cicatrizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;El ultimo cuarto de dichas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sensaciones traen alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de las cuales la doceaba parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;perduran eternamente. La mitad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de la alegria muere con el dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;mientras q el resto se borran con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;el tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahora te toca a vos sacar cuentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y averiguar si te conviene!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114555942046617706?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114555942046617706/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114555942046617706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114555942046617706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114555942046617706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/04/calculos-de-amor-el-amor-mas-de-un.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114555886510028948</id><published>2006-04-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:32:28.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy yo&lt;br /&gt;Soy el&lt;br /&gt;Soy tanto&lt;br /&gt;Soy tan poco&lt;br /&gt;Soy el dia&lt;br /&gt;Soy la noche&lt;br /&gt;Soy la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Soy el sol&lt;br /&gt;Soy esto&lt;br /&gt;Soy aquello&lt;br /&gt;Soy todo&lt;br /&gt;Soy nada&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Soy tus lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu fuerza&lt;br /&gt;Soy lo q tu nunca conociste&lt;br /&gt;Soy el poeta maldito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; de la historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114555886510028948?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114555886510028948/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114555886510028948&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114555886510028948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114555886510028948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/04/soy-soy-yo-soy-el-soy-tanto-soy-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114425839413751047</id><published>2006-04-05T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:32:56.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flores de poesia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dijeron q no&lt;br /&gt;pero un poeta&lt;br /&gt;siempre escribira&lt;br /&gt;mientras exista su musa,&lt;br /&gt;su mujer hermosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia brotara de sus manos&lt;br /&gt;y con su ternura conquistara&lt;br /&gt;hasta la flor mas espinosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor de las flores&lt;br /&gt;Poeta entre poetas&lt;br /&gt;solo vos, solo yo&lt;br /&gt;entre todos&lt;br /&gt;solos los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114425839413751047?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114425839413751047/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114425839413751047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114425839413751047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114425839413751047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/04/flores-de-poesia-me-dijeron-q-no-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114408821152616284</id><published>2006-04-03T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:33:33.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Historias de la mañana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mirada vuela lejos&lt;br /&gt;y se pierde en el viento&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo me abandona&lt;br /&gt;dejandome en la nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo a mi lado fluye&lt;br /&gt;mientras q yo me congelo&lt;br /&gt;todos huyen&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo envejece&lt;br /&gt;me envuelvo&lt;br /&gt;en la sombras&lt;br /&gt;tan solo muero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo el eterno&lt;br /&gt;acaricio el infierno&lt;br /&gt;y recorro el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;cae el ocaso&lt;br /&gt;entonces despierto&lt;br /&gt;tan solo vuelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114408821152616284?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114408821152616284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114408821152616284&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114408821152616284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114408821152616284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/04/historias-de-la-maana-mi-mirada-vuela.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114374760617732901</id><published>2006-03-30T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:34:01.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;lor q viniste a mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;avanzaba la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;cuando apareciste aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;para entonces la bellesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ya brillaba en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;o ocultabas con recelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tras tus dulces petalos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;el fruto mas bello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q con su ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;todo lo abarca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y su fragancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;todo lo encanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;toño te acerco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;quisiera q fueras solo para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero yo no decido por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;eso ya no me corresponde a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;aro seria si descubrieras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q este poema es para ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pues eso nunca saldria de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;temo q decidas partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114374760617732901?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114374760617732901/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114374760617732901&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114374760617732901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114374760617732901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/03/flor-flor-q-viniste-mi-avanzaba-la.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114374718717012474</id><published>2006-03-30T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:34:31.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No olvides aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor de jasmin&lt;br /&gt;la mas bella en mi jardin&lt;br /&gt;q unica q se encuentra alli&lt;br /&gt;piensa tmb en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No partas de aqui&lt;br /&gt;no vallas alli&lt;br /&gt;donde tu piel se torna gris&lt;br /&gt;y muere el dulce aroma a jasmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te olvides de mi&lt;br /&gt;no olvides lo q hicimos alli&lt;br /&gt;esa mañana&lt;br /&gt;en la cual forjamos nuestra alianza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parta de aqui&lt;br /&gt;no mueras alli&lt;br /&gt;sobre tu lecho en flor&lt;br /&gt;donde canta el ruiseñor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavia hay mucho por vivir&lt;br /&gt;solo espera a cuando te toque partir&lt;br /&gt;sonrie a la vida,&lt;br /&gt;hoy te toca vivir.&lt;br /&gt;sonrie a la vida&lt;br /&gt;y no olvides ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114374718717012474?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114374718717012474/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114374718717012474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114374718717012474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114374718717012474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-olvides-aqui-flor-de-jasmin-la-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114305080119632652</id><published>2006-03-22T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:46:19.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un segundo, un instante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al vertice del abismo&lt;br /&gt;en el filo de la vida&lt;br /&gt;al borde de la muerte&lt;br /&gt;divagando entre ambas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A un paso del final&lt;br /&gt;un segundo te separa,&lt;br /&gt;un instante te adelanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un segundo, un instante&lt;br /&gt;y veras la vida&lt;br /&gt;q te pasa por delante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un segundo, un instante&lt;br /&gt;y solo entonces&lt;br /&gt;hablaras a los angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;(en honor a la vida de sebastian &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quien decidio quitarse la vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;el 20 de marzo del 2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114305080119632652?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114305080119632652/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114305080119632652&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114305080119632652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114305080119632652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/03/un-segundo-un-instante-al-vertice-del.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114305035153955231</id><published>2006-03-22T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:34:59.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un viaje&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portadores de almas&lt;br /&gt;taxistas de la vida&lt;br /&gt;q viaje nos espera.&lt;br /&gt;Recien comenzamos&lt;br /&gt;cuando llegamos&lt;br /&gt;nunca nos percatamos&lt;br /&gt;continuemos andando&lt;br /&gt;solo asi llegaremos&lt;br /&gt;a lo q estamos buscando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114305035153955231?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114305035153955231/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114305035153955231&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114305035153955231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114305035153955231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/03/un-viaje-portadores-de-almas-taxistas.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114305023247315175</id><published>2006-03-22T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:35:26.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solo mia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulce mirada&lt;br /&gt;q me vigila por lo bajo.&lt;br /&gt;Hermosa presencia&lt;br /&gt;q alivias mis mañanas.&lt;br /&gt;Escaso recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;q coloreas mi dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojala fueras mia&lt;br /&gt;para saborearte&lt;br /&gt;y capturar tu presencia.&lt;br /&gt;Alimentar mi recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;y crear un sueño&lt;br /&gt;solo para hacerlo... realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia solo mia&lt;br /&gt;y asi poder rodearte&lt;br /&gt;quiza besarte,&lt;br /&gt;solo acariciarte&lt;br /&gt;hasta poder enamorarte&lt;br /&gt;y asi poder hacerte mia&lt;br /&gt;solo mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114305023247315175?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114305023247315175/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114305023247315175&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114305023247315175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114305023247315175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/03/solo-mia-dulce-mirada-q-me-vigila-por.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114177733794707217</id><published>2006-03-07T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:35:46.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a Memorie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple ink that&lt;br /&gt;flow away from my pen.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;flying out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;The pen slowly&lt;br /&gt;draws them.&lt;br /&gt;The page slowly&lt;br /&gt;starts to fullfill.&lt;br /&gt;Your image slowly&lt;br /&gt;begings to vanish.&lt;br /&gt;My memories coming&lt;br /&gt;slowly back to my head.&lt;br /&gt;My pen finish his work&lt;br /&gt;with some distinguish slow lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The page is full now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy&lt;br /&gt;remain quiet&lt;br /&gt;think it calmy&lt;br /&gt;move as slow as posible.&lt;br /&gt;.yay i found ur pen :lol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114177733794707217?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114177733794707217/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114177733794707217&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114177733794707217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114177733794707217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-memorie-purple-ink-that-flow-away.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-114177722056925333</id><published>2006-03-07T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:20:20.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Tus palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;q me encantan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;q me hipnotiza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tus caricias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;q me incendian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tus abrazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;q me atrapan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu belleza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;q me deslumbra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vos q me encantas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nunca dejes de hablarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vos q me hipnotizas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nunca dejes de mirarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vos q me incendias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nunca dejes de encenderme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vos q me atrapas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nunca dejes de sujetarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vos q me deslumbras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nunca te pierdas de mi vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vos q tantas cosas podes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nunca dejes de hacerlas especiales.(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-114177722056925333?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/114177722056925333/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=114177722056925333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114177722056925333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/114177722056925333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113950816109717609</id><published>2006-02-09T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:36:08.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST4U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Joven mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;en mi pecho te incrustaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ya te alejaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero de mi to te esfumaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;En dos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;en mi corazon entraste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y en mi cabeza rebotaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ya te marchaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero aun te siento aca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Persivo tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;clavandose en mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Siento tus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;peinando mi piel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y tu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;marcando a fuego mi corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;El ardor de tus palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q me quemaban por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;entonces decisidite salirte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;apartartarte y sin mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;igorando las distancias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;aun mas te alejaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoy me quedan tus marcas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;me persiguen tus recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y me ahogan tus palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ya no puedo escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ya no puedo nadar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;solo me puedo dejar atrapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;solo dejarme ahogar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113950816109717609?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113950816109717609/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113950816109717609&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113950816109717609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113950816109717609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/02/just4u-joven-mujer-en-mi-pecho-te.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113926210000315096</id><published>2006-02-06T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:36:48.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mentiras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dormidos en aquel altar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;alli donde la oscuridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;los cubrio hasta ya no dar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;alejados de la verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Protegidos por la cruz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q los identificaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y a la ves los ocultaba;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;marcados por la crueldad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;En ese lugar descansaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;alejados de la socedad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hasta lo q ellos esperaban,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;al final de todo llego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces aquel haz de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;por una avertura se colo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La verdad los ilumino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y segados por su brillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;a la oscuridad huyeron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113926210000315096?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113926210000315096/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113926210000315096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113926210000315096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113926210000315096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/02/mentiras-dormidos-en-aquel-altar-alli.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113885842503973567</id><published>2006-02-01T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:37:32.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ajedrez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desde un impulso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hasta un movimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desde una jugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hasta una extrategia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un ajedresista piensa lo ke debe mover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Asi como nosotros pensamos lo ke debemos hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Plantiemos nuestra vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Como un tablero de ajedrez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nosotros somos los jugadores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nuestro entorno...el tablero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y kienes nos rodean...las piesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces a cargo tenemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;amigos, conocidos, y gente ke nunk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;hemos visto, pero ke aun asi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;reaccionan segun la eleccion de nuestros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;movimientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Asi como yo soy jugador, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Soy pieza en el tablero de otro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y ke kisas fuera pieza en el mio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces asi como mis piezas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dpenden de mi, yo dependo de mis piezas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;El tablero es uno, o muchos en uno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lo sierto es ke al final lo engloban todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por ke mas ak o mas alla, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;todos somos parte de lo mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces ya tenemos el juego planteado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero nos falta algo.......¡¡El enemigo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ese ke juega del otro lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kse se alimenta de nuestras debilidades, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;De nuestro miedo,de nuestras dudas,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y de nuestros errores....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kien es.. no c ni me importa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lo uniko ke c, es ke mueve sus piezas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;cambiando las circunstancias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Envenenandonos de apoco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Llevandonos de  a uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yo voy a tratar de jugar lo mejor posible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Muchos depende de mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero vos juga tu juego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113885842503973567?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113885842503973567/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113885842503973567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113885842503973567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113885842503973567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/02/ajedrez-desde-un-impulso-hasta-un.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113880691888006202</id><published>2006-02-01T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:38:14.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lastimado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Las decisiones hieren,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;los sentimientos lastiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y vos me mataste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La tannatos te consumio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y a mi libido asesino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desvaneciste todo mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;tu te lo llevaste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y a mi me culpaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tu me corriste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y me acusas por dejarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ahora me insultas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;embriagandome con tu odio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q pretendes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;simplemente destrozarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No lo lograras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;yo vencere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y recuperare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;lo q a mi pertenece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Te sacare mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y con el te envenerare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces volvere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y de el me hare cargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113880691888006202?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113880691888006202/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113880691888006202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113880691888006202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113880691888006202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/02/lastimado-las-decisiones-hieren-los.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113833977083208917</id><published>2006-01-26T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:38:44.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflexion acerca del psicoanalismo retrospectivo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vivimos en la eternidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;eso dice la gente q maneja la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y yo lo creo, les creo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vivimos bajo torturas esforzandonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;por llegar a la felicidad y del otro lado nos espera nuestra proxima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;vida en un universo paralelo un tiempo lejano o cercano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Guiados por un maestro q nos abandona casi todo el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;para q probemos nuestra personalidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces los problemas se transforman en traumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;traumas q nos acompanian en la eternidad junto con nuestros recuerdos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ocultos en el profundo incociente agregando aun mas carga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;a nuestra ya sobrecargada vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q hacemos aca, q buscamos, cual es nuestro eterno destino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q logramos cargando nuestra eterna alma hasta el final, para luego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;volver a empezar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q sentido tiene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cual es  la eterna verdad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ojala alguien me lo pudiera contestar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113833977083208917?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113833977083208917/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113833977083208917&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113833977083208917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113833977083208917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/reflexion-acerca-del-psicoanalismo.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113820676028514497</id><published>2006-01-25T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:39:18.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si me miras, que ves, tan solo sombras&lt;br /&gt;Si me espías que ves?, tan solo horas...&lt;br /&gt;Si me extrañas que es?, Sera que me amas?&lt;br /&gt;Si me añoras que es?, Sera que te amas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te amas tal vez?..sere tu refugio&lt;br /&gt;Si me amas quizas ?, sere tu mañana&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo te amo, desde mi esperanza&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo te imploro, desde mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me busques si no me cuidas&lt;br /&gt;No me cuides si no me buscas&lt;br /&gt;No abuses de mi amor inmenso&lt;br /&gt;No subestimes mi paso lento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque una mañana podras no encontrarme&lt;br /&gt;Y pediras a gritos mi nombre a lo lejos&lt;br /&gt;Y nada podras hacer, sera ya muy tarde&lt;br /&gt;Porque no me amaste, solo fui deseos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathias Segovia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113820676028514497?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113820676028514497/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113820676028514497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113820676028514497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113820676028514497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/si-me-miras-que-ves-tan-solo-sombras_25.html' title=''/><author><name>monikitem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15791965694318848304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113820595056103710</id><published>2006-01-25T08:13:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:40:04.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tasiturnas las horas que llegaste a mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Y pidiendo a gritos sanaras mi herida&lt;br /&gt;Me enterre despacio en el hondo abismo&lt;br /&gt;De sentirte tan mia y a la vez yo tan distinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregunte a la mañana el porque de tu frio&lt;br /&gt;Pregunte a las montañas, a los valles y al rio&lt;br /&gt;Nada pudieron decirme, tan solo susurros&lt;br /&gt;Sollozos y llantos por tu amor tan absurdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dije a mi mismo, voy a olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;Con firme certeza me obligue a obligarme,&lt;br /&gt;A olvidar este amor que se quebro en mil pedazos&lt;br /&gt;A arrancarte de mi alma, a quebrar mi fracaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no pude hacerlo, ya estabas clavada&lt;br /&gt;Ya estabas adentro ya era tu esclavo&lt;br /&gt;Y me moria de a poco, y te morias despacio&lt;br /&gt;Y no pude matarte, ya me habias matado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathias Segovia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113820595056103710?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113820595056103710/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113820595056103710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113820595056103710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113820595056103710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/tasiturnas-las-horas-que-llegaste-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>monikitem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15791965694318848304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113820578348656753</id><published>2006-01-25T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:40:25.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Firme un pacto de sangre con tu amor quebrado&lt;br /&gt;Firme alianzas y tratos para sentirte a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Ate con cuerdas de seda tu mano y mi mano&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te sentire agobiado, nunca mas aterrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jure cuidarte por siempre, tenerte en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Jure alentarte en las dudas y alumbrar tu opaco presente&lt;br /&gt;Siempre te dire lo que siento, y tu me diras lo que sientes&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no siento te comprendo, aunque no me comprendas me entiendes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me entiendes cuando digo que te quiero?&lt;br /&gt;Me crees cuando te digo que te espero?&lt;br /&gt;Crees que si no estas conmigo muero?&lt;br /&gt;Y en quererte cada dia mas me esmero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora bien quiero decirte&lt;br /&gt;Que las horas de tu vida son mi añoro&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me gustaria tener que herirte&lt;br /&gt;Y te escribo estas frases por que te adoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathias Segovia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113820578348656753?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113820578348656753/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113820578348656753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113820578348656753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113820578348656753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/firme-un-pacto-de-sangre-con-tu-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>monikitem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15791965694318848304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113820566276569374</id><published>2006-01-25T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:40:54.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoy me he despertado de madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;Transpirando sangre helada&lt;br /&gt;Pues habia soñado con mi amada&lt;br /&gt;Que caminaba y una brisa sencilla a su hermosa sonrisa exaltaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras, yo desde lejos la admiraba&lt;br /&gt;No quise acercarme a dirigirle una palabra&lt;br /&gt;Solo quise mirarla y esa situación en mi mente dejar congelada&lt;br /&gt;Mientras de mis adentros, mis sentimientos liberaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella su mano besaba, y a mis ojos hipnotizaba&lt;br /&gt;Y segui deleitándome con su bella y tierna mirada&lt;br /&gt;Ella inhalaba, exhalaba y suspiraba&lt;br /&gt;Mientras que la realidad de a poco me despertaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero por lo menos en los sueños yo podia sentir que volaba&lt;br /&gt;Ella se alejaba y extasiado me dejaba&lt;br /&gt;Era el oasis de mi mente, sus ojos me rozaban&lt;br /&gt;Y yo nada esperaba, sus sonidos escuchaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta con mis pensamientos yo a ella le poetizaba&lt;br /&gt;Mis pupilas se dilataban, en ella estaban centradas&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos se enredaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al despertarme, al perderla, mi sangre que goteaba estaba calmada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathias  Segovia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113820566276569374?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113820566276569374/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113820566276569374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113820566276569374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113820566276569374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/hoy-me-he-despertado-de-madrugada.html' title=''/><author><name>monikitem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15791965694318848304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113708786202843854</id><published>2006-01-12T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:41:12.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asesino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eso es lo q soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;un asesino de ideales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q recorre su vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;areglando algunas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y destrozando otras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Una ves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Probando mi armamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;la descarga alcanzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;uno de los blancos q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;no se podian tocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;El apocalipsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;vino entonces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;llevandose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;amigos, familias y vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Parte de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;fue la q se marcho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Perdi mas de lo q &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;podria soportar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero aun estoy aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;destrosado, culpa de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;un disparo impresiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;a un blanco delicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Despues de todo esto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q sentido tiene el perdon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;El disparo ya fue ejecutado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yo era el tirador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y dispare sin apuntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y como era de esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;falle, lastime, mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y me arrepenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113708786202843854?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113708786202843854/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113708786202843854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708786202843854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708786202843854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/asesino-eso-es-lo-q-soy-un-asesino-de_12.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113708746859927544</id><published>2006-01-12T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:41:40.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cronicas de un adicto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Acaso fui yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;o tal vez fuiste vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Para q buscar culpables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;si el cariño ya murio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;la confianza se desvanecio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y la  fidelidad se marcho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por que se fueron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;quien los borro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Acaso la distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;los desaparecio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;o el tiempo los mato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mi presente murio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y mi pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ya se desvanecio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Porque te alejas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No me dejes solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La soledad siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;me persiguio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y por mas fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q yo parezca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;me alimento de vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un adicto es lo q soy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y aunque esta adiccion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;no genere cancer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;si lastima el corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lo peor es q por mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q me lastime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;no la quiero dejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Asi como no puedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dejar de fumar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;no te puedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dejar de acarciar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;En esto me transforme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;esto es lo q soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un adicto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y mi vicio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sos vos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113708746859927544?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113708746859927544/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113708746859927544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708746859927544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708746859927544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/cronicas-de-un-adicto-acaso-fui-yo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;nos ayude a seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Asi como el automovil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;necesita de su combustible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nosotros necesitamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de nuestra energia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sea nafta, gas o gasoil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;la necesita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sea amor, amistad  u odio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;lo nececitamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por mas vacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q el tanque este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;siempre se  puede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;volver a llenar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por mas vacios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q estemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;siempre podemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;volver a empezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por mas averiado q este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;se lo puede reparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por mas lastimados q estemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;siempre se nos puede sanar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y cuando llegue el momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;En el q el desgate sea tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q ya no se lo pueda reparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;dejara de funcionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y cuando llegue el momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;en q nuestro  estado sea tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;q ya no se nos pueda rescatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;entonces dejaremos de respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hasta entonces tendremos q marchar..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113708592629111985?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113708592629111985/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113708592629111985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708592629111985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708592629111985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/continuemos-en-marcha-como-un.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113708460091035134</id><published>2006-01-12T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:42:45.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habia una vez.. dos chicos q..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Como amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;se conocieron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;con un roce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;se acercaron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;con un abrazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;se acariciaron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;con un beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;se gustaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Una pelea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;los distrajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y a un cuarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;se alejaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un  amigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;se interpuso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y tras unos dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;una noche lo superaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces se prometieron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;fidelidad, cariño y repeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dias pasaron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;horas se fueron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alegrias llegaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y miedos partieron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoy la distancia me aleja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;y las palabras me acercan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoy no te tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero te extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hoy no te tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero mañana seguro te tendre !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113708460091035134?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113708460091035134/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113708460091035134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708460091035134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708460091035134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/habia-una-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113708378017735376</id><published>2006-01-12T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:43:21.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERDIDOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Perdidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;en la oscuridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;de esta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;complicada sociedad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;En esta rebuscada vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;en la cual es tan dificl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ver con claridad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Es facil mirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero tan dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ver la realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dificil es elegir el camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero tan facil es perderse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Porq procuparse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;si ya estamos perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;perdidos junto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;con la perdida humanidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113708378017735376?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113708378017735376/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113708378017735376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708378017735376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708378017735376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/perdidos-perdidos-en-la-oscuridad-de.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113708337695059160</id><published>2006-01-12T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:43:44.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Facil vs. Dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La vida no es complicada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Comprenderla es  lo dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nuestros pensamientos son complicados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pensarlos es mas facil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Escribir es facil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Con coherencia es lo dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No arrepentirse es lo dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tomar las  decisiones es mas facil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amar es facil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;No lastimar es lo dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Escoger el camino es dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Equivocarse es mas facil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lo mas facil es lo mas dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dificil de entender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Facil de leer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113708337695059160?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113708337695059160/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113708337695059160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708337695059160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708337695059160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/facil-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113708293705894694</id><published>2006-01-12T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:44:03.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que sentido tiene?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q sentido tiene ser especial comprender  la descabellada  humanidad, si al hacerlo te das cuenta q por mas q trates vas a seguir perteneciendo a ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q sentido tiene entender la naturaleza humana, q sentido tiene comprender la magica habilidad del hombre para crear cosas hermosas, si luego el mismo las destruira por un maldito impulso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q sentido tiene el llanto, sin q quien lo escuche, quiera ahogar el suyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q sentido tiene el amor q no lastima y q  sentido tiene para el amor el ser lastimado, acaso nos ayuda a comprender o acaso nos  confunde mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q sentido, q sentido tiene amar, construir una relacion y un sentimiento hermoso, si luego por una duda un maldito impulso todo se va a la basura, irrumpiendo el llanto, ese maldito llanto q abrio mi pecho y dejo caer una lagrima; lagrimas a cambio de una.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Q sentido, q sentido tiene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113708293705894694?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113708293705894694/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113708293705894694&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708293705894694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113708293705894694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/que-sentido-tiene-q-sentido-tiene-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113699987649177041</id><published>2006-01-11T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:17:56.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1 + 1 = 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos caricias&lt;br /&gt;un beso.&lt;br /&gt;Dos abrazos&lt;br /&gt;una union&lt;br /&gt;Dos chicos&lt;br /&gt;un sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Dos cabezas&lt;br /&gt;un pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;Dos novios&lt;br /&gt;una pasion&lt;br /&gt;Dos destinos&lt;br /&gt;un objetivo&lt;br /&gt;Dos palabras&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113699987649177041?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113699987649177041/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113699987649177041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113699987649177041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113699987649177041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/1-1-1-dos-caricias-un-beso.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113699916558439323</id><published>2006-01-11T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:44:34.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Que es la vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La vida, para algunos un juego para otros la formalidad y el  deber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Para aquellos q un juego es, la vida es un ir y venir de felicidad y tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Para aquellos q la formalidad rige, un proceso monotono q fluye hasta apagarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aquellos q la vida un juego creen, son los q color al mundo le dan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;alegrando cada dia con su espontaneidad. Son los locos inventores q forma al mundo le dieron y daran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aquellos cuya vida formal es, son el relleno del mundo. Esa gente q  va y   viene  sin nunca conseguir volar fuera de su monotona carcel de estudio, trabjo, de deber y cumplir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entonces dime tu, ¿q vida quieres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113699916558439323?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113699916558439323/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113699916558439323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113699916558439323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113699916558439323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/que-es-la-vida-la-vida-para-algunos-un.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20358976.post-113633846234706161</id><published>2006-01-03T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:44:59.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Matematicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;El rolle de la felicidad en la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;El valor absoluto de la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Los limites q la muerte nos impone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desde los maximos hasta los minimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;pasando por nuestras raices,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;la vida es una estenuante linea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;q dificilmente podemos comprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Si lo desifre la vida es matematica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;poemas poetas y otras maldiciones&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20358976-113633846234706161?l=laspm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/feeds/113633846234706161/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20358976&amp;postID=113633846234706161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113633846234706161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20358976/posts/default/113633846234706161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laspm.blogspot.com/2006/01/matematicas-el-rolle-de-la-felicidad.html' title=''/><author><name>alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05144140985004844480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WqoorMJ9J0s/R6OAeTmHxII/AAAAAAAAAAU/btXml2sijtY/S220/flecha+copiar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
