<?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-2297612005243464632</id><updated>2011-07-28T10:43:51.834-07:00</updated><category term='historias pasadas'/><category term='canciones'/><category term='sentimientos'/><category term='desaparecida'/><category term='Cuento verdadverdadera'/><title type='text'>verdad verdadera</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklFCa4CGZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FQ-MYEQkeKU/s1600-h/montage+R%C3%93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352885539982940562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklFCa4CGZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FQ-MYEQkeKU/s400/montage+R%C3%93.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Aquí estoy yo para&lt;img class="gl_color_fg" border="0" alt="Color del texto" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt; darte mi fuerza y mi aliento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Aquí estoy yo para ayudarte a pintar mariposas en la oscuridad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklFCa4CGZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FQ-MYEQkeKU/s72-c/montage+R%C3%93.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-2037358488470892370</id><published>2009-03-11T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:17:31.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones'/><title type='text'>Soñar despiertos.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SbhNqQzuXTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rzW1mOGc_YY/s1600-h/SDC10813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SbhNqQzuXTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rzW1mOGc_YY/s72-c/SDC10813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-2768909854267911017</id><published>2009-02-11T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:28:15.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SZLRFS-gLhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/m57QIkd5nTc/s1600-h/moi!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301529600292040210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SZLRFS-gLhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/m57QIkd5nTc/s400/moi!!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nunca pense que pudiera sentirme asi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;como si nunca hubiera visto antes el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;quiero desvanecerme en tus besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cada dia te quiero mas y mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Escucha mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;puedes oir como canta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;diciendome que te lo de todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;las estaciones pueden cambiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de invierno a verano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pero te querré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hasta el final de los tiempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pase lo que pase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pase lo que pase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Te amare hasta el dia de mi muerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De repente el mundo parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;como un lugar perfecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De repente se mueve con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;una gracia perfecta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De repente mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no parece un despilfarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pero nuestro mundo gira alrededor de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y no hay montaña demasiado alta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ni rio demasiado profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;canta esta cancion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y estaré a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nubes de tormenta se puede formar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y las estrellas pueden chocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pero te amaré hasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;el final de los tiempos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;moulin rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-2768909854267911017?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2768909854267911017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=2768909854267911017' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/2768909854267911017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/2768909854267911017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2009/02/nunca-pense-que-pudiera-sentirme-asi.html' title=''/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SZLRFS-gLhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/m57QIkd5nTc/s72-c/moi!!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-8367447522757813897</id><published>2009-01-27T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:20:39.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desaparecida'/><title type='text'>se busca a una chica de 17 años en sevilla....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lavozdeasturias.es/noticias/noticia.asp?pkid=471928"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buscan a una chica de 17 años desaparecida el sábado por la noche en Sevilla&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( &lt;a href="http://www.lavozdeasturias.es"&gt;La Voz de Asturias&lt;/a&gt; - 26/01/2009 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-8367447522757813897?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8367447522757813897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=8367447522757813897' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/8367447522757813897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/8367447522757813897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-busca-una-chica-de-17-anos-en.html' title='se busca a una chica de 17 años en sevilla....'/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-1249695308324033920</id><published>2009-01-11T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:25:33.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SWoqrp4QBNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PtHbRO4TBK8/s1600-h/montage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290087641764594898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SWoqrp4QBNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PtHbRO4TBK8/s400/montage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Verde, verde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;verde como el agua clara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cuando me miro en tus ojos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mi corazón se dispara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mi corazón se dispara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dame vida y un camino de regreso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Siento que no tengo nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cuando no tengo tus besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; cuando no tengo tus besos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;La plantita que tu riegas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crece, que crece, que crece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y en mi pecho reverdece, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;verde como el ancho mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;verde como el ancho mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vuelve, vuelve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;menos tarde que temprano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sabes que te llevo escrita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;en la palma de mi mano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;en la palma de mi mano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sabes que te llevo escrita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;en la palma de mi mano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jorge Drexler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Para la "titaton" que todos desean tener.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Un besototote..... te quiero muchííííííííííísimo  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SWoqrp4QBNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/PtHbRO4TBK8/s72-c/montage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-5965883544929682914</id><published>2009-01-07T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:38:58.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SWSu6trMi0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/aC6uxVtvtYI/s1600-h/camino+del+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288544186156223298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SWSu6trMi0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/aC6uxVtvtYI/s400/camino+del+amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cuando el sol nos da en la cara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aunque afuera está lloviendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cuando tiemblan como hojas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nuestra piel y nuestro aliento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;El amor comienza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cuando el gris se vuelve rosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y una imagen pensamiento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cuando asoman las cosquillas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Como auroras de aires y fuego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;El amor, comienza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cuando pasan cosas raras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que antes nunca nos pasaron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Derramándose en el alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como flores de verano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y parece una novela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hasta el tiempo de trabajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y es la música del cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;un teléfono llamando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cuando pasan por tu ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bellos rostros, bellos cuerpos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y tu no te das ni cuenta ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hasta que los tienes lejos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y se busca algún amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;para hablarle de todo eso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y se duerme a sobre saltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y se sueña con un beso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;el amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;el amor comienza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cuando oímos las campanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;que los  otros no escucharon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cuando alcanza a preocuparnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;la presencia y el horario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;el amor comienza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cuando el ir se vuelve prisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y el volver una condena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cuando duelen las demoras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y se muerden las esperas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;el amor comienza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cuando pasan cosas raras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;que antes nunca nos pasaron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;derramándose en el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;como flores de verano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y parece una novela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hasta el tiempo de trabajo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;y es la música del cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;un teléfono llamando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cuando pasan por tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bellos rostros, bellos cuerpos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y tu no te das ni cuenta ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hasta que los tienes lejos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y se busca algún amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;para hablarle de todo esto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y se duerme a sobre saltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;y se sueña con un beso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;amor el amor comienza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;este amor comienza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Camila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-5965883544929682914?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/5965883544929682914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=5965883544929682914' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/5965883544929682914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/5965883544929682914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2009/01/cuando-el-sol-nos-da-en-la-cara-aunque.html' title=''/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SWSu6trMi0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/aC6uxVtvtYI/s72-c/camino+del+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-9009599058840794381</id><published>2009-01-04T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:34:04.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones'/><title type='text'>El sitio de mi recreo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SWDxHN-iXWI/AAAAAAAAADU/W3UK1iS9drw/s1600-h/region+de+los+lagos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287491068846300514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SWDxHN-iXWI/AAAAAAAAADU/W3UK1iS9drw/s400/region+de+los+lagos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Donde nos llevó la imaginación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;donde con los ojos cerrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;se divisan infinitos campos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Donde se creó la primera luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;germinó la semilla del cielo azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;volveré a ese lugar donde nací.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;De sol, espiga y deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;son sus manos en mi pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;De nieve, huracán y abismos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;el sitio de mi recreo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Viento que en su murmullo parece hablar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;mueve el mundo y con gracia le ves bailar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;y con él el escenario de mi hogar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mar bandeja de plata,mar infernales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;un temperamento natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;poco o nada cuesta ser uno más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;De sol, espiga y deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;son sus manos en mi pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;De nieve huracán y abismos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;el sitio de mi recreo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Silencio, brisa y cordura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;dan aliento a mi locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hay nieve, hay fuego,hay deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sallí donde me recreo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Donde nos llevó la imaginación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;volveré a ese lugar donde nací.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;foto:Region de los Lagos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;cancion:Rosario Flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-9009599058840794381?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/9009599058840794381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=9009599058840794381' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/9009599058840794381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/9009599058840794381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-sitio-de-mi-recreo.html' title='El sitio de mi recreo'/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SWDxHN-iXWI/AAAAAAAAADU/W3UK1iS9drw/s72-c/region+de+los+lagos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-2214244684550103898</id><published>2008-11-26T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:25:53.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canciones'/><title type='text'>Todo se transforma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SS2u_NZ_63I/AAAAAAAAADM/4zoM_MJWK5U/s1600-h/VanGogh_Cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273063139674418034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SS2u_NZ_63I/AAAAAAAAADM/4zoM_MJWK5U/s400/VanGogh_Cottage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tu beso se hizo calor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;luego el calor, movimiento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;luego gota de sudor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que se hizo vapor,luego viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que en un rincón de La Rioja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;movió el aspa de un molino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mientras se pisaba el vino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que bebió tu boca roja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tu boca roja en la mía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;la copa que gira en mi mano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y mientras el vino caía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;supe que de algún lejano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rincón de otra galaxia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;el amor que me darías,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;transformado, volvería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;un día a darte las gracias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cada uno da lo que recibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y luego recibe lo que da,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nada es más simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;,no hay otra norma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nada se pierde,todo se transforma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;El vino que pagué yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;con aquel euro italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que había estado en un vagón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;antes de estar en mi mano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y antes de eso en Torino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y antes de Torino, en Prato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;donde hicieron mi zapato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sobre el que caería el vino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Zapato que en unas horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;buscaré bajo tu cama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;con las luces de la aurora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;junto a tus sandalias planas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que compraste aquella vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;en Salvador de Bahía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;donde a otro diste el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;que hoy yo te devolvería......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cada uno da lo que recibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y luego recibe lo que da,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nada es más simple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no hay otra norma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nada se pierde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;todo se transforma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jorge Drexler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-2214244684550103898?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/2214244684550103898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=2214244684550103898' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/2214244684550103898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/2214244684550103898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2008/11/todo-se-transforma.html' title='Todo se transforma'/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SS2u_NZ_63I/AAAAAAAAADM/4zoM_MJWK5U/s72-c/VanGogh_Cottage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-8745431735798989912</id><published>2008-11-22T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:48:10.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SSgphIXGqgI/AAAAAAAAADE/2V09_i9etBY/s1600-h/estrellas+de+van+gogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271509012993976834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SSgphIXGqgI/AAAAAAAAADE/2V09_i9etBY/s400/estrellas+de+van+gogh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y otra vez pierdo la calma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y se me desgarra el alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero me acuerdo de t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iY se borra mi sonrisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero me acuerdo de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y mi mundo se hace trizas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-8745431735798989912?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8745431735798989912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=8745431735798989912' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/8745431735798989912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/8745431735798989912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2008/11/pero-me-acuerdo-de-ti-y-otra-vez-pierdo.html' title=''/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SSgphIXGqgI/AAAAAAAAADE/2V09_i9etBY/s72-c/estrellas+de+van+gogh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-4638689033574112053</id><published>2008-11-22T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:44:18.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimientos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SSgobAwHfuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_LpI42WwlUc/s1600-h/camino+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271507808360562402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SSgobAwHfuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_LpI42WwlUc/s400/camino+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             Yo, yo no me doy por vencido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             Yo quiero un mundo contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             Juro que vale la pena esperar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             y esperar y esperar un suspiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             Una señal del destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             No me canso, no me rindo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             no me doy por vencido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-4638689033574112053?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SSgobAwHfuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_LpI42WwlUc/s72-c/camino+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-8591628254810744358</id><published>2008-11-09T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:45:33.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SRdZuvvxT5I/AAAAAAAAACc/RcKhO_7j5jM/s1600-h/hadassss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266776948858769298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SRdZuvvxT5I/AAAAAAAAACc/RcKhO_7j5jM/s400/hadassss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue una sentencia absurda,&lt;br /&gt;rotunda y contundente:&lt;br /&gt;dijeron que las hadas&lt;br /&gt;no eran como gente.&lt;br /&gt;Que no podía verlas,&lt;br /&gt;hablarles o tocarlas.&lt;br /&gt;Que solo eran de cuentos&lt;br /&gt;y no debía aguardarlas.&lt;br /&gt;Que por más que buscara&lt;br /&gt;en rosas y jazmines,&lt;br /&gt;las hadas no vivían&lt;br /&gt;ocultas en jardines.&lt;br /&gt;Y que mi idea vana&lt;br /&gt;de las pequeñas cosas&lt;br /&gt;no hacía que las hadas&lt;br /&gt;se vuelvan mariposas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no he de creer&lt;br /&gt;lo que me estan diciendo:&lt;br /&gt;Si no existen las hadas:&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué estoy escribiendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-8591628254810744358?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8591628254810744358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=8591628254810744358' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/8591628254810744358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/8591628254810744358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2008/11/fue-una-sentencia-absurda-rotunda-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SRdZuvvxT5I/AAAAAAAAACc/RcKhO_7j5jM/s72-c/hadassss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-8766885310288900562</id><published>2008-11-01T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T10:50:44.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>si supieras....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SQyWkwiIYvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8uazjAFwCFE/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263747622736782066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SQyWkwiIYvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8uazjAFwCFE/s400/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si supieras cuánto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiempo gasto al día para no pensar en ti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si supieras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; cuánto daño me hace tu sonrisa en mi cabeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Y ahora que sé &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que no intereso a tus caricias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; cómo pude demostrarle a tu ironía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; que mi vida sin tus huesos era infierno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y yo aún estoy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;colgada de aquel día que miraste atrás &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y luego tú, sin un quiebro en tu voz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; me dijiste adiós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-8766885310288900562?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8766885310288900562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SQyWkwiIYvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8uazjAFwCFE/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-6712356249416751650</id><published>2008-11-01T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:11:35.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dónde estará?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SQxjh1DiNDI/AAAAAAAAABs/mItXhGaVvjE/s1600-h/estrellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263691497318003762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SQxjh1DiNDI/AAAAAAAAABs/mItXhGaVvjE/s400/estrellas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En qué estrella estará,&lt;br /&gt;para cuidar de él.&lt;br /&gt;Me pasaré la vida sin dormir.&lt;br /&gt;En qué estrella estará&lt;br /&gt;mi dulce corazón,&lt;br /&gt;por qué me roba la vida y la razón.&lt;br /&gt;Dime quién vendrá&lt;br /&gt;a ocupar su lugar,&lt;br /&gt;por qué mis sueños se rompen de golpe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-6712356249416751650?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/6712356249416751650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=6712356249416751650' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/6712356249416751650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/6712356249416751650'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SQA_GE2mc8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/6QuCqAyzjSY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260273738383258562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SQA_GE2mc8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/6QuCqAyzjSY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque el camino es largo y peligroso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque caminar sola no me gusta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque la soledad es terrorífica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque sin tí me pierdo en la senda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque cuando tú estás todo es difierente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque contigo todo es fácil de creer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque pasar contigo mi vida es un privilegio.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Espero que nuestra amistad sea eterna....&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que sepas que siempre estoy para ti,&lt;br /&gt;que nunca te dejaré sola en el camino....&lt;/p&gt;Que somos konkus para toda la vida te guste o no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te xero mucho!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-342882330454629521?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/342882330454629521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=342882330454629521' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/342882330454629521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/342882330454629521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2008/10/toda-la-eternidad.html' title='Toda la eternidad'/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SQA_GE2mc8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/6QuCqAyzjSY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-8046016965077391368</id><published>2008-10-19T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:06:45.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historias pasadas'/><title type='text'>El experimento del amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SPvOTgw6WuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0wAGEn2AfR0/s1600-h/8795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259023824493107938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SPvOTgw6WuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0wAGEn2AfR0/s320/8795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un día dos jóvenes estaban jugando a ser científicos y entre juego y juego decidieron experimentar la sensación del amor.&lt;br /&gt;Empezaron como una prueba entre amigos, como algo pasajero para demostrar que el primer amor no tiene por qué ser el verdadero....pero algo no salió como esperaban.&lt;br /&gt;Un día sin querer darse cuenta comenzaron a sentir un nerviosismo al mirarse como si algo revoloteara en su barriga. Hacían cosas que nunca habían hecho como amigos y vivieron experiencias inolvidables.&lt;br /&gt;Pero todo lo bueno tiene un final y aunque ellos intentaron evitarlo en varias ocasiones, les llegó su momento, se cansaron de jugar y de experimentar con el amor. Necesitaban cambios, querían sentir nuevas sensaciones, querían conocer más mundo y su experimento se lo impedia, aunque ellos intentaran continuar con todo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando todo acaba siempre queda algo y a ellos les falta su "vivieron felices y comieron perdices" de los cuentos de hadas.....pero la esperanza es lo último que se pierde.&lt;br /&gt;Su experimento fue un fracaso porque quedó muy claro entre ellos que...&lt;br /&gt;EL PRIMER AMOR ES EL AMOR VERDADERO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-8046016965077391368?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/8046016965077391368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=8046016965077391368' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/8046016965077391368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/8046016965077391368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-experimento-del-amor.html' title='El experimento del amor'/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SPvOTgw6WuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0wAGEn2AfR0/s72-c/8795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2297612005243464632.post-5514849881898741593</id><published>2008-09-27T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:15:05.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuento verdadverdadera'/><title type='text'>Cuento imposible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SN5K0ux4vnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hNJBoEs54r8/s1600-h/mysticalbyjustinblackphkq7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250716485331500658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SN5K0ux4vnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hNJBoEs54r8/s320/mysticalbyjustinblackphkq7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habia una vez un mundo en el que la naturaleza reinaba, un mundo donde el hombre convivia con la naturaleza y la ayudaba, un mundo donde todos eran amigos de todos. Un mundo donde no existia el dinero solo existian "las gracias", un mundo donde todos eramos iguales, donde nadie se distinguia por pertenecer a un grupo o por gustarle un tipo de musica, donde no importaban las modas, las tendencias, el fisico....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero algo mas fuerte que el amor pudo con este mundo y lo detruyo, dejando de él solo los cimientos, donde hoy dia vivimos nosotros. Dejo un mundo en el que el dinero es lo importante, donde las mujeres solo valen si tiene una 90 60 90, donde lo importante esta en el exterior y en la aperiencia, donde la naturaleza solo esta para agotarla hasta acabar con ella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Algun dia podremos volver al mundo de mi cuento?¿podremos concienciarnos todos de que la belleza natural es lo importante?¿poremos llegar a volver a sentir amor por las cosas importantes como por las personas, los sentimientos, una simple mirada?¿podremos dejar de ser egocentricos y pensar en las personas que verdaderamente necesitan ayuda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en definitiva...¿podremos cambiar este mundo por uno mejor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2297612005243464632-5514849881898741593?l=verdadinquieta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/feeds/5514849881898741593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2297612005243464632&amp;postID=5514849881898741593' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/5514849881898741593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2297612005243464632/posts/default/5514849881898741593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verdadinquieta.blogspot.com/2008/09/cuento-imposible.html' title='Cuento imposible'/><author><name>Julieta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13006211983563432492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SklHAp7DbuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2zzLlUW7Lok/S220/SDC10813.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BCcO1R7X1bM/SN5K0ux4vnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hNJBoEs54r8/s72-c/mysticalbyjustinblackphkq7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
