<?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-27814463</id><updated>2011-12-16T14:22:05.321-03:00</updated><category term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>MANUSCRITOS DE UN POETA (alguien que surge de las sombras)</title><subtitle type='html'>Juan Ricardo Sagardía 42
SANTOAMOR
Poeta autodidacta, escribe desde los 10 años de edad... 15 libros en su pc en archivo de word esperando ser publicados.
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Lo demas, son sueños esperando ser realidad palpable nacidas como hijos....Se conserva todos los derechos reservados de el material expuesto en esta Página.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1798012096162072368</id><published>2011-12-16T13:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:18:26.207-03:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIEREME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/cUQZILrshZw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUQZILrshZw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUQZILrshZw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti, que eres el amor de mi vida ANA LEAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1798012096162072368?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1798012096162072368/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1798012096162072368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1798012096162072368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1798012096162072368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2011/12/quiereme.html' title='QUIEREME'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-3744204582362635444</id><published>2011-12-16T13:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T13:14:49.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SACRIFICIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8241iIoeKnQ/TutuGdk3L9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/AvfumvaBn30/s1600/12530550203x53Bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8241iIoeKnQ/TutuGdk3L9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/AvfumvaBn30/s320/12530550203x53Bw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pena de muerte &lt;br /&gt;me arroja inocente&lt;br /&gt;en la silla de la espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Desgarra mis vestiduras &lt;br /&gt;de marioneta débil &lt;br /&gt;y me arroja a la basura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El enemigo de mi ser &lt;br /&gt;me facilitara la cruz &lt;br /&gt;para el sacrificio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me he convertido&lt;br /&gt;en animal imperfecto&lt;br /&gt;por amor a ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-3744204582362635444?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3744204582362635444/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=3744204582362635444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3744204582362635444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3744204582362635444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2011/12/sacrificio.html' title='SACRIFICIO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8241iIoeKnQ/TutuGdk3L9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/AvfumvaBn30/s72-c/12530550203x53Bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-311996556149611721</id><published>2010-04-05T16:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:45:23.542-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>A TRAVEZ DEL DOLOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S7o9gsbghjI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vYZbOV9293w/s1600/hombre-triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S7o9gsbghjI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vYZbOV9293w/s320/hombre-triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A través del dolor vengo, &lt;/div&gt;cruz en alto, &lt;br /&gt;bogando detrás de tu voz, &lt;br /&gt;no soy estrella &lt;br /&gt;ni luna que puedan ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cristo &lt;br /&gt;me hizo alfombra &lt;br /&gt;del volcán que cubre mi espalda.&lt;br /&gt;Quien me tomará en su palma &lt;br /&gt;nada se merece &lt;br /&gt;cuando se fue Leviatán, &lt;br /&gt;circo que disfrazaba la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-311996556149611721?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/311996556149611721/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=311996556149611721&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/311996556149611721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/311996556149611721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2010/04/travez-del-dolor.html' title='A TRAVEZ DEL DOLOR'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S7o9gsbghjI/AAAAAAAAAd0/vYZbOV9293w/s72-c/hombre-triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-2178302798650705682</id><published>2010-04-05T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:42:57.330-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>PROSAICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S7o86nIUyvI/AAAAAAAAAds/5JDIFC2MWPA/s1600/hombre-triste1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S7o86nIUyvI/AAAAAAAAAds/5JDIFC2MWPA/s320/hombre-triste1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;De niño dibujaba paredes con berzas 22, iluminando el camino de algún Juan.&lt;/div&gt;Igual que y&amp;nbsp;esteba el otro que dormía mientras yo era el ángel de sus sueños, y corrí detrás de sueños de ser yo.&lt;br /&gt;Abrazando ojas sin H, a causa de tantas faltas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vuelo queriendo encontrar a quien se robo, el latir de mi corazón pero la muerte no es para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez encontraré la fragancia de ese jardín, para mis ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-2178302798650705682?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/2178302798650705682/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=2178302798650705682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/2178302798650705682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/2178302798650705682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2010/04/prosaico.html' title='PROSAICO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S7o86nIUyvI/AAAAAAAAAds/5JDIFC2MWPA/s72-c/hombre-triste1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-8927881385153099917</id><published>2010-04-05T16:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:41:13.948-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>AMOR Y CEGUERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S7o8aCYNRWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/k7egdrfnDLU/s1600/aun+te+amo,+luna+con+hombre+triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S7o8aCYNRWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/k7egdrfnDLU/s320/aun+te+amo,+luna+con+hombre+triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enhebro con dolor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y ceguera &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que no encuentro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre nosotros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corazón lastimado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cierro el circulo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en mi solitario camino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-8927881385153099917?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8927881385153099917/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=8927881385153099917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8927881385153099917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8927881385153099917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2010/04/amor-y-ceguera.html' title='AMOR Y CEGUERA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S7o8aCYNRWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/k7egdrfnDLU/s72-c/aun+te+amo,+luna+con+hombre+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1398761914809511638</id><published>2010-02-06T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:10:24.517-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>TODO POR AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S24S1CrEDLI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pfb3z1MTeQ0/s1600-h/4314828_b5219a2098_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S24S1CrEDLI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pfb3z1MTeQ0/s400/4314828_b5219a2098_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302502742625458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suele suceder&lt;br /&gt;que hay cosas imposible&lt;br /&gt;por solucionar,&lt;br /&gt;cuando dejas que se menifieste&lt;br /&gt;la mujer que ataca&lt;br /&gt;con golpes de furia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suele suceder&lt;br /&gt;que los tiempo&lt;br /&gt;hacen que sangren los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y los sueños&lt;br /&gt;que tenemos cuando&lt;br /&gt;cargamos un amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero&lt;br /&gt;cuando el amor es total&lt;br /&gt;se puede llenar la vida&lt;br /&gt;con ilusiones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1398761914809511638?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1398761914809511638/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1398761914809511638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1398761914809511638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1398761914809511638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2010/02/todo-por-amor.html' title='TODO POR AMOR'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S24S1CrEDLI/AAAAAAAAAV0/pfb3z1MTeQ0/s72-c/4314828_b5219a2098_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-4233802632174007570</id><published>2010-02-06T22:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:08:42.041-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>MALDIGO TU AUSENCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S24Sgfn-s9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/V4GkmmXEc1U/s1600-h/4314807_d48ce14415_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S24Sgfn-s9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/V4GkmmXEc1U/s400/4314807_d48ce14415_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435302149737067474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldigo la hora &lt;br /&gt;que no estas conmigo, &lt;br /&gt;porque no estar &lt;br /&gt;es besar el aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quitas la vendimia &lt;br /&gt;y el dulzor &lt;br /&gt;de saberte mi idilio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrazar tu cuerpo &lt;br /&gt;es subir al infinito, &lt;br /&gt;apreciar el paraíso &lt;br /&gt;acariciando un querubín.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso maldigo &lt;br /&gt;el instante &lt;br /&gt;que no siento tu cariño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-4233802632174007570?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4233802632174007570/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=4233802632174007570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4233802632174007570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4233802632174007570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2010/02/maldigo-tu-ausencia.html' title='MALDIGO TU AUSENCIA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/S24Sgfn-s9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/V4GkmmXEc1U/s72-c/4314807_d48ce14415_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-5118437543472378113</id><published>2009-09-14T19:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:40:30.720-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>¡SABES AMOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7GNCaWbaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/S6nvyPvV-VM/s1600-h/imagenes-romanticas-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7GNCaWbaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/S6nvyPvV-VM/s400/imagenes-romanticas-005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381456532042313122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No hay niebla &lt;br /&gt;que cubra todo este dolor &lt;br /&gt;que alguna vez cause, &lt;br /&gt;me duele el mundo &lt;br /&gt;y la rosa fresca &lt;br /&gt;que en tu ser falleció.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Duele la guitarra del alma, &lt;br /&gt;el verte como espíritu &lt;br /&gt;y pasado &lt;br /&gt;intento pero no logro &lt;br /&gt;revivir mi sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Los siete demonios &lt;br /&gt;te alejaron de mi, &lt;br /&gt;galopo para traerte &lt;br /&gt;corcel de lágrimas &lt;br /&gt;nuevamente busco tu sol.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Llueve en mi amor&lt;br /&gt;pero no me rindo,&lt;br /&gt;aunque me vuelvo rojo &lt;br /&gt;continuo amándote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-5118437543472378113?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5118437543472378113/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5118437543472378113&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5118437543472378113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5118437543472378113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabes-amor.html' title='¡SABES AMOR!'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7GNCaWbaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/S6nvyPvV-VM/s72-c/imagenes-romanticas-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-3947878389517414675</id><published>2009-09-14T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:39:30.258-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7GAdGxF-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ImPoLt3OPkw/s1600-h/imagenes-romanticas-039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7GAdGxF-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ImPoLt3OPkw/s400/imagenes-romanticas-039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381456315869632482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE AHOGA MI SER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ahoga el pozo &lt;br /&gt;con mi voz, &lt;br /&gt;los ojos cierran esta tumba &lt;br /&gt;que camina sin rumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo cuatro décadas &lt;br /&gt;que parten el alma,  &lt;br /&gt;sin carcajadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que morir,&lt;br /&gt;si perderte &lt;br /&gt;es mas fuerte que la muerte, &lt;br /&gt;no hay estrella &lt;br /&gt;que se pueda confundir.&lt;br /&gt;Me he vuelto &lt;br /&gt;estremecimiento &lt;br /&gt;y ahogo nocturno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-3947878389517414675?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3947878389517414675/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=3947878389517414675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3947878389517414675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3947878389517414675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-ahoga-mi-ser-se-ahoga-el-pozo-con-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7GAdGxF-I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ImPoLt3OPkw/s72-c/imagenes-romanticas-039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-4681423600225039738</id><published>2009-09-14T19:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:38:26.450-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>OSCURIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7Fn074tZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lrZ4tzdSlv4/s1600-h/imagenes-romanticas-019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7Fn074tZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lrZ4tzdSlv4/s400/imagenes-romanticas-019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381455892769715602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mi habitación &lt;br /&gt;florecían crepúsculos &lt;br /&gt;y transmisiones lúdicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El aura del sol &lt;br /&gt;brillaba en mis ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella danzaba&lt;br /&gt;con alas de cisne &lt;br /&gt;y mi recámara &lt;br /&gt;relucía como estrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Estas remembranzas, &lt;br /&gt;me dejan oscuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-4681423600225039738?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4681423600225039738/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=4681423600225039738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4681423600225039738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4681423600225039738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/oscuridad.html' title='OSCURIDAD'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7Fn074tZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lrZ4tzdSlv4/s72-c/imagenes-romanticas-019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-981654232025510394</id><published>2009-09-14T19:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:38:41.593-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>MENGUAS Y DESAPARECES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7FcUTjV8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/gQLGlD_qNXM/s1600-h/imagenes-romanticas-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7FcUTjV8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/gQLGlD_qNXM/s400/imagenes-romanticas-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381455695032047554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese ir y regresar &lt;br /&gt;por escasas permanencias &lt;br /&gt;de tus sonrisas,&lt;br /&gt;cuartea mis párpados.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llora la luz &lt;br /&gt;de este efímero crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;mientras me invento &lt;br /&gt;mezquinas propuestas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Este hábito &lt;br /&gt;de quererte con rosas &lt;br /&gt;y besarte brisas, &lt;br /&gt;llena de invierno&lt;br /&gt;esta primavera sustancial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-981654232025510394?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/981654232025510394/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=981654232025510394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/981654232025510394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/981654232025510394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/menguas-y-desapareces.html' title='MENGUAS Y DESAPARECES'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Sq7FcUTjV8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/gQLGlD_qNXM/s72-c/imagenes-romanticas-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-8900241693436445720</id><published>2009-03-10T14:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:00:47.851-02:00</updated><category 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/9071893725221139920/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=9071893725221139920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/9071893725221139920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/9071893725221139920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SKNFOl23SpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Pp4fUyTRsgw/s72-c/obelisco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1089698940227302604</id><published>2008-07-14T08:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:54:02.583-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>TAZA DE CAFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SHs9IJaSzUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vZ4humoNfnQ/s1600-h/taza_de_cafe_humeante%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SHs9IJaSzUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vZ4humoNfnQ/s400/taza_de_cafe_humeante%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222835403040673090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En un velorio&lt;br /&gt;hay decenas de personas&lt;br /&gt;que el muerto no conoce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero todos&lt;br /&gt;en la fría noche lloran&lt;br /&gt;esplendidamente&lt;br /&gt;como pagadas plañideras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por el deseo de beber&lt;br /&gt;una taza de cafe caliente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1089698940227302604?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1089698940227302604/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1089698940227302604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1089698940227302604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1089698940227302604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/07/taza-de-cafe.html' title='TAZA DE CAFE'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SHs9IJaSzUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vZ4humoNfnQ/s72-c/taza_de_cafe_humeante%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1520696033929171423</id><published>2008-07-14T08:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:53:43.587-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>Epigrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SHs7irW2WqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ip2D6oMJdkQ/s1600-h/7051123%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SHs7irW2WqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ip2D6oMJdkQ/s400/7051123%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222833659806374562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La voz de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;no es para siempre,&lt;br /&gt;aún el jilguero no sabiéndolo&lt;br /&gt;canta en toda su vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&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/27814463-1520696033929171423?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1520696033929171423/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1520696033929171423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1520696033929171423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1520696033929171423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/07/epigrama_14.html' title='Epigrama'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SHs7irW2WqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ip2D6oMJdkQ/s72-c/7051123%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-3555916059212236626</id><published>2008-07-14T08:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:52:59.471-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>Epigrama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SHs4AlSH28I/AAAAAAAAAOc/MvcQiJ3cwHw/s1600-h/sunset%2Bbahia.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SHs4AlSH28I/AAAAAAAAAOc/MvcQiJ3cwHw/s400/sunset%2Bbahia.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222829775525501890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un río&lt;br /&gt;se roba un poco de sol&lt;br /&gt;para dejar de verse triste&lt;br /&gt;y con vida lenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&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/27814463-3555916059212236626?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SHs4AlSH28I/AAAAAAAAAOc/MvcQiJ3cwHw/s72-c/sunset%2Bbahia.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-704155134854905189</id><published>2008-06-19T07:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:00:49.588-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>AMOR DE ABUELO (Poema a mi nieta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SFoxQvHvueI/AAAAAAAAANg/mEcpuuafhBs/s1600-h/Brisa+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SFoxQvHvueI/AAAAAAAAANg/mEcpuuafhBs/s400/Brisa+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213533682231392738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Mis frutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;de inspiradores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;encandilan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;deslumbrando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;un milagro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;que creo algún día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se repetirá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La hermosura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;de sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;llenos de libertad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exacta luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en la sában &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de la heredad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Ella es toda mi nieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo su abuelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ambos, un solo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-704155134854905189?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/704155134854905189/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=704155134854905189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/704155134854905189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/704155134854905189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/06/amor-de-abuelo-poema-mi-nieta.html' title='AMOR DE ABUELO (Poema a mi nieta)'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SFoxQvHvueI/AAAAAAAAANg/mEcpuuafhBs/s72-c/Brisa+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-8595462974525817450</id><published>2008-06-17T08:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:48:45.126-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>5 SENTIDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SFekYHoFL9I/AAAAAAAAANI/ag5ArQGhS4A/s1600-h/abmystery_door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SFekYHoFL9I/AAAAAAAAANI/ag5ArQGhS4A/s400/abmystery_door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212815827975614418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Querido yo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Los 5 sentidos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sentimos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;que ya no hay probabilidades &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;de seguir viviendo, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;si no renuncias &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;al amor &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;que renunció a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Cada puerta &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;de ella, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;fueron cerradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;a tu ego y sentir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Cuando decidió &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;alejar su amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Tu llave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;ya no sirve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;para abrir su corazón.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-8595462974525817450?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8595462974525817450/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=8595462974525817450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8595462974525817450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8595462974525817450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/06/5-sentidos.html' title='5 SENTIDOS'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SFekYHoFL9I/AAAAAAAAANI/ag5ArQGhS4A/s72-c/abmystery_door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-5142721828603679403</id><published>2008-06-10T15:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:08:45.950-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>AMOR DE LA LUNA Y EL SOL (Poema a mi nieta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7KPH3yW_I/AAAAAAAAANA/Q4A_MfpfkJM/s1600-h/Brisa+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210324180074126322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 466px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 475px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7KPH3yW_I/AAAAAAAAANA/Q4A_MfpfkJM/s400/Brisa+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BRISA ABRIL SAGARDÍA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Esta manera de cantar&lt;br /&gt;me deforma las amígdalas,&lt;br /&gt;pero es maravilloso&lt;br /&gt;intentar llegar a tu oído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;desde tu nacimiento,&lt;br /&gt;sonrisa que arde en mí&lt;br /&gt;desenfrenas mi amor&lt;br /&gt;y mis brazos por tenerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me separas del que fui,&lt;br /&gt;para transformarme&lt;br /&gt;en algo nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;logras despedazar&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo de acero&lt;br /&gt;y convertirme en paloma frágil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me siento feliz de ser tu abuelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-5142721828603679403?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5142721828603679403/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5142721828603679403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5142721828603679403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5142721828603679403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/06/amor-de-la-luna-y-el-sol.html' title='AMOR DE LA LUNA Y EL SOL (Poema a mi nieta)'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7KPH3yW_I/AAAAAAAAANA/Q4A_MfpfkJM/s72-c/Brisa+04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-6678711198592139771</id><published>2008-06-10T15:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:20:17.314-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>RESPONSO/ REPOSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7EjwLmcII/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y6PMRUdo64w/s1600-h/2+cementerio.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7EjwLmcII/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y6PMRUdo64w/s400/2+cementerio.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210317937422266498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Herido de muerte&lt;br /&gt;mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;se mezclaron con tu polvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy contigo en el hades&lt;br /&gt;mi fuerza no existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quise probar&lt;br /&gt;de gustar otro amor,&lt;br /&gt;sofocando el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;que en mi lloraba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me di cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que no todas/ las otras&lt;br /&gt;son iguales a tí,&lt;br /&gt;una me mató con su mal amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu no lo hubieras permitido&lt;br /&gt;ya sin vida&lt;br /&gt;hoy te pido perdón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo contigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-6678711198592139771?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/6678711198592139771/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=6678711198592139771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6678711198592139771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6678711198592139771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/06/responso-reposo.html' title='RESPONSO/ REPOSO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7EjwLmcII/AAAAAAAAAMw/Y6PMRUdo64w/s72-c/2+cementerio.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-7827416921489028854</id><published>2008-06-10T15:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:47:17.381-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>FRUTAS CODICIABLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7D6m_0NWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uJux-ENkPkY/s1600-h/arbol_hadasdes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7D6m_0NWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uJux-ENkPkY/s400/arbol_hadasdes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210317230582281570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi pasión es un árbol&lt;br /&gt;lleno de raices&lt;br /&gt;queriendo&lt;br /&gt;consumir colores&lt;br /&gt;de flores hembras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi fuerza se multiplica &lt;br /&gt;de a tres por uno.&lt;br /&gt;Hay otros&lt;br /&gt;que no tienen a nadie&lt;br /&gt;por los preconceptos&lt;br /&gt;contraidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobres árboles secos&lt;br /&gt;a la distancia,&lt;br /&gt;se abrazan a los sacrificios&lt;br /&gt;célibes&lt;br /&gt;pero caminan&lt;br /&gt;remordiendose los dientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animales disfrazados&lt;br /&gt;deseando y desesperando&lt;br /&gt;su centro,&lt;br /&gt;pero lamentanmdose&lt;br /&gt;por conocer un juicio final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-7827416921489028854?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7827416921489028854/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=7827416921489028854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7827416921489028854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7827416921489028854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/06/frutas-codiciables.html' title='FRUTAS CODICIABLES'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7D6m_0NWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/uJux-ENkPkY/s72-c/arbol_hadasdes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-2267113947712310738</id><published>2008-06-10T14:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:08:05.273-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>MI CORAZÓN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7A2UQLWgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NF3yvtFDqHk/s1600-h/195920746RL657597499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 307px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7A2UQLWgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NF3yvtFDqHk/s400/195920746RL657597499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210313858296273410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es esa botella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tu dejaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; flotando en tu orilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                               mensaje que dejaste sin leer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                               en él exponía mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;es el viajero invisible&lt;br /&gt;que busca lugar&lt;br /&gt;donde reposar&lt;br /&gt;                                el cansancio de su pena&lt;br /&gt;                                 el latigo de su soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;es aquella nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;que me llena de tí&lt;br /&gt;me ahoga con cristales&lt;br /&gt;                                                  que sensibles&lt;br /&gt;                                                  anegan mis ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/27814463-2267113947712310738?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/2267113947712310738/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=2267113947712310738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/2267113947712310738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/2267113947712310738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/06/mi-corazn.html' title='MI CORAZÓN'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SE7A2UQLWgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/NF3yvtFDqHk/s72-c/195920746RL657597499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1938511218966884099</id><published>2008-05-26T08:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:51:14.765-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>ME COMPLETA TU PLENITUD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SDqiwC3eteI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IV5y3xo_zHE/s1600-h/kissmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204651265667020258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SDqiwC3eteI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IV5y3xo_zHE/s400/kissmer.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oírte jadear plena es tan dulce&lt;br /&gt;y es tan satisfactorio&lt;br /&gt;el saberme único&lt;br /&gt;y primordial enlace en tu sexo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cuerpo con gritos de luna&lt;br /&gt;tu sorbes de mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;bebes el flujo de mi centro&lt;br /&gt;como único polen&lt;br /&gt;que aviva tus pétalos.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque intentara gozar solo&lt;br /&gt;otra imagen no podría satisfacerme,&lt;br /&gt;colmas y en ocasiones&lt;br /&gt;superas mis expectativas,&lt;br /&gt;eres borde que completa mí ser.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Contigo me abarca la plenitud.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1938511218966884099?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1938511218966884099/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1938511218966884099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1938511218966884099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1938511218966884099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-completa-tu-plenitud.html' title='ME COMPLETA TU PLENITUD'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A ALEJANDRA PIZARNIK&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Llegas con la noche,&lt;br /&gt;desesperada...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tus ojos llenos de cristales &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;que bordean el mar, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;no me llames. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alejandra sonríe &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;deja el luto para otros,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;que para llorar fronteras&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;el tiempo, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;tiene mucho espacio.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Te has vuelto silencio &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;a causa de amor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pero tu palabra aún resuena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-549855341438686667?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/549855341438686667/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=549855341438686667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/549855341438686667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/549855341438686667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/05/homenaje-alejandra-pizarnik.html' title='HOMENAJE A ALEJANDRA PIZARNIK'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SC-hbZ3eURI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FywJqyveau4/s72-c/pizarnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-9138814831536344162</id><published>2008-05-15T15:18:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:50:15.524-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>CARMEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx-mp3eUQI/AAAAAAAAALw/93MrdPTzA-w/s1600-h/14_12-morir-de-amor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200670872244736258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx-mp3eUQI/AAAAAAAAALw/93MrdPTzA-w/s400/14_12-morir-de-amor2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Era tanto el amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que en cada expresión &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desangraba para demostrarle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que por él vivía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Era tanto ese amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que el mar se tiño de rojo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y el sol se vistió de crucifijo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a pleno medio día.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-9138814831536344162?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/9138814831536344162/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=9138814831536344162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/9138814831536344162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/9138814831536344162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/05/carmel.html' title='CARMEL'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx-mp3eUQI/AAAAAAAAALw/93MrdPTzA-w/s72-c/14_12-morir-de-amor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-6344861468170552314</id><published>2008-05-15T15:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:27:55.237-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>BARRILETE NEGRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx9g53eUPI/AAAAAAAAALo/G2w9_hMLQN4/s1600-h/3e3r3t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200669673948860658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx9g53eUPI/AAAAAAAAALo/G2w9_hMLQN4/s400/3e3r3t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tengo esa costumbre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mal sana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de enviar cartas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a traves de los cometas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te invité &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a salir juntos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a contar las estrellas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero tengo esa costumbre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;equivoca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de hacer volar mis sueños.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Cuando aprenderé &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que no debo confiar demasiado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-6344861468170552314?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/6344861468170552314/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=6344861468170552314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6344861468170552314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6344861468170552314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/05/barrilete-negro.html' title='BARRILETE NEGRO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx9g53eUPI/AAAAAAAAALo/G2w9_hMLQN4/s72-c/3e3r3t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1239355518368174495</id><published>2008-05-15T14:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:28:44.736-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>MIRADA MUERTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx6DZ3eUOI/AAAAAAAAALg/5dkEi8fYwSk/s1600-h/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200665868607836386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx6DZ3eUOI/AAAAAAAAALg/5dkEi8fYwSk/s400/48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Duermete mi niño &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duermete mi sol," &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duérmete que el lobo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se ha vuelto feroz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duermete pedazo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de esta vida ingrata, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duermete prontito, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que eres fe de errata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duérmete y no mires &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lleno de esperanza, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que los muchos hablan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;llenando su panza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duérmete en veredas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duérmete en la calle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;duérmete bien muerto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hay un mejor valle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estos hombres malos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;llenos de ambiciones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quieren que tu imagen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no los estorcione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arrorro mi niño arrorro mi sol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrorro pedazo otro del montón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1239355518368174495?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1239355518368174495/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1239355518368174495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1239355518368174495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1239355518368174495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/05/mirada-muerta.html' title='MIRADA MUERTA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx5Gp3eUNI/AAAAAAAAALY/_1fc5yaMR0k/s400/%25C3%258Dndice%2Bde%2Bbiograf%25C3%25ADas%2B-%2BSalvador%2BDal%25C3%25AD%2B-%2BSeg%25C3%25BAn%2B%2BEl%2Bni%25C3%25B1o%2Bagachado%2Bde%2BMiguel%2BAngel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tengo esa muerte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tan fresca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que aún no olvidé &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sacarla de mis labios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me quema su osadía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quien se habrá creido ella &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para desnudarme del todo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;creo que reviviré &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para clavarle el puñal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero de frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-3929319592505626291?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3929319592505626291/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=3929319592505626291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3929319592505626291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-2014734777935901295</id><published>2008-05-15T14:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:30:06.718-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>SOLOS Y SOLAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx4Yp3eUMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LJ9JEXPWrOc/s1600-h/el-hombre-solo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200664034656800962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx4Yp3eUMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LJ9JEXPWrOc/s400/el-hombre-solo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; En un club &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de solos y solas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos se acompañan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin nadie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo por las dudas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me quedo afuera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No vaya a ser cosa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que mi sombra de celosa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se vaya por otra vereda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y sin mí...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-2014734777935901295?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/2014734777935901295/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=2014734777935901295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/2014734777935901295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/2014734777935901295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/05/solos-y-solas.html' title='SOLOS Y SOLAS'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx4Yp3eUMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/LJ9JEXPWrOc/s72-c/el-hombre-solo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-4520091246062880656</id><published>2008-05-15T14:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:30:53.110-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>CÓMO ERA EL CRISTAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx2bJ3eULI/AAAAAAAAALI/USFIl_qEJsg/s1600-h/fotos_artisticas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200661878583218354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx2bJ3eULI/AAAAAAAAALI/USFIl_qEJsg/s400/fotos_artisticas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quise acunarte en mis brazos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gaviota muerta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vestirme de domingo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junto a tu falda recien estrenada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La obsesión de mis delirios &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no encontraron &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otra opcion de vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que la desaparición de mi sueño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Quién soy yo para juzgarte rea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Quién soy yo, para morir de amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prefiero ser homicida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y dejar mis brazos muertos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-4520091246062880656?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4520091246062880656/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=4520091246062880656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-7599106935581868599</id><published>2008-05-15T14:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:31:19.980-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>ME QUIERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx0SZ3eUKI/AAAAAAAAALA/LDxHkXVr9a8/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200659529236107426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx0SZ3eUKI/AAAAAAAAALA/LDxHkXVr9a8/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No deshojaré margaritas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en estos nuevos sueños, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la fuerza para hacerlo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no tiene tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me quiero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como Claudia me quiere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entonces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para que buscar margaritas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si lo mas bello que tengo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es mi flor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que las campanas suenen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el te quiero es de la vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disfrutaré mi último tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-7599106935581868599?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7599106935581868599/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=7599106935581868599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7599106935581868599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7599106935581868599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-quiero.html' title='ME QUIERO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCx0SZ3eUKI/AAAAAAAAALA/LDxHkXVr9a8/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-3723038931546826993</id><published>2008-05-15T14:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:31:54.851-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>PRESENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCxzPZ3eUJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gmXt1RrrsYQ/s1600-h/novia_fantasma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200658378184872082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCxzPZ3eUJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gmXt1RrrsYQ/s400/novia_fantasma.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lucho desagradecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por alejar el fantasma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que fielmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acude a mis noches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin luna llena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lucho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pero sus fuerzas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;son mas poderosas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que mi deseo de olvidarla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-3723038931546826993?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3723038931546826993/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=3723038931546826993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3723038931546826993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3723038931546826993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/05/presente.html' title='PRESENTE'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCxzPZ3eUJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gmXt1RrrsYQ/s72-c/novia_fantasma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-2733047778254674427</id><published>2008-05-15T14:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:32:31.745-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>MUÑECA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCxyXp3eUII/AAAAAAAAAKw/UAIHLbI_8UU/s1600-h/thumb.2003bf5de6a73e6460b2aaa3b68416a5.6cc5dd93717faee89c385b06d4040a2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200657420407165058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCxyXp3eUII/AAAAAAAAAKw/UAIHLbI_8UU/s400/thumb.2003bf5de6a73e6460b2aaa3b68416a5.6cc5dd93717faee89c385b06d4040a2f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fuiste abandonada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en tu imagen de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;solo quedó &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el cuadro de una muñeca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desarticulada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ten cuidado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que en manos de otro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;también se puede morir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-2733047778254674427?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/2733047778254674427/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=2733047778254674427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/2733047778254674427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/2733047778254674427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/05/mueca.html' title='MUÑECA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SCxyXp3eUII/AAAAAAAAAKw/UAIHLbI_8UU/s72-c/thumb.2003bf5de6a73e6460b2aaa3b68416a5.6cc5dd93717faee89c385b06d4040a2f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-4937678555246397854</id><published>2008-04-08T07:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:32:46.873-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>UNA MUJER MATÁNDOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R_tIk3K22NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jLxLR23-iHI/s1600-h/amanda.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 320px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R_tIk3K22NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jLxLR23-iHI/s320/amanda.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186819193969236178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:yellow;"  lang="ES" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Llora la conciencia del recuerdo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;noche húmeda sin fruto, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;el sauce se asoció &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;a la soledad que siente &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;el organismo que latía &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;en mi ilusión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Dama circular y oscura &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;sin presencia en las fuentes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sin vida en el rió de mis ojos, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;las raíces ahogadas &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;por el encuentro desaparecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Mueren los discos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;que señalaban los años &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;de la sombría&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;madera &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;ya de viejo este roble, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;vino a conocer el engaño. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;El amor va de la mano de su amante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Para que ser sombra apacible&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;o el origen del descanso, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;de nada sirve ser el sueño &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;de un hogar con trinos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;ella canta y yo muero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;a la sombra de las sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Fue él quien robo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;la razón de mis patrocinios, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;ese hombre que fue amigo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;fue matando el tronco de mi savia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Fue un hombre serruchando &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;mi motivo de vivir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6/4/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-4937678555246397854?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4937678555246397854/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=4937678555246397854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4937678555246397854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4937678555246397854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-hombre-matndome.html' title='UNA MUJER MATÁNDOME'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R_tIk3K22NI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jLxLR23-iHI/s72-c/amanda.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-3914578041073767161</id><published>2008-04-03T08:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:08:23.698-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>Homenaje a los Patriotas 2 de abril 1982</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R_THJnK22LI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1DutLdLQvbk/s1600-h/M009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184988038957553842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R_THJnK22LI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1DutLdLQvbk/s320/M009.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detrás del fusil,&lt;br /&gt;se iba un jóvenes&lt;br /&gt;con sueños de héroe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantar la enseña,&lt;br /&gt;dignificar la nación&lt;br /&gt;que los vio nacer&lt;br /&gt;y les dio su apellido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184987695360170130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R_TG1nK22JI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qSMkLkxqTIU/s320/soldados+de+malvinas.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentro del uniforme&lt;br /&gt;camuflado de valiente&lt;br /&gt;se iba el niño, la otra generación,&lt;br /&gt;con fuerza y valor de hombre&lt;br /&gt;a luchar por los suyos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184987897223633058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R_THBXK22KI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eeKHGaLeL40/s320/soldados-argentinos-muertos-malvinas.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De algunos, ni se volvió a ver&lt;br /&gt;la sangre que los cubría,&lt;br /&gt;solo el llanto de los suyos&lt;br /&gt;y una medalla sin valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La sociedad de los colonizadores&lt;br /&gt;y la suciedad de los altos mandos&lt;br /&gt;mataron hogares, ilusiones y vidas&lt;br /&gt;que no volvimos a recuperar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184988124856899778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R_THOnK22MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/BM3rSDBe_f8/s320/fmonba01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo el recuerdo del valor&lt;br /&gt;de los que verdaderamente amaron&lt;br /&gt;y se entregaron sin condición&lt;br /&gt;más que el patriotismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-3914578041073767161?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3914578041073767161/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=3914578041073767161&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-3629329816004520005</id><published>2008-03-14T09:09:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:03:04.799-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>EN TUS OJOS ENCUENTRO MI ALMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pd-OZYntI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K9HyOXS1ZDU/s1600-h/Taller+oficial.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177554045213646546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pd-OZYntI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K9HyOXS1ZDU/s400/Taller+oficial.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pdAeZYnrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BIenYaXdzgw/s1600-h/095e2991.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuando quiero encontrarme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y verme en mi esencia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me llama la necesidad de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Es por eso me busco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en la mirada de tus ojos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por que en la ausencia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el dia es noche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te busco como a oro refulgente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues si hay alguien &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que me da la paz anhelada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esa persona eres tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No debo perderte de vista, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por que en tus ojos verdes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;solo en ellos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encuentro mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/27814463-3629329816004520005?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3629329816004520005/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=3629329816004520005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3629329816004520005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3629329816004520005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/03/en-tus-ojos-encuentro-mi-alma.html' title='EN TUS OJOS ENCUENTRO MI ALMA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pd-OZYntI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/K9HyOXS1ZDU/s72-c/Taller+oficial.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-4589622928519384080</id><published>2008-03-14T09:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:08:09.981-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>EL AMOR TODO LO CREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pbAuZYnqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lJLAz2HtptI/s1600-h/mujeroy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177550789628436130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pbAuZYnqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lJLAz2HtptI/s400/mujeroy6.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El sol a veces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuenta historias reales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y uno que acelera en lo suyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no se da tiempo para escucharlas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se excusa diciendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que son todas mentiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En mi andar descubrí &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que la luna es un queso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;formada de copos de maná divino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y tú, la fuente del amor de mi vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en quien confio ciegamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-4589622928519384080?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4589622928519384080/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=4589622928519384080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4589622928519384080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4589622928519384080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-amor-todo-lo-cree.html' title='EL AMOR TODO LO CREE'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pbAuZYnqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lJLAz2HtptI/s72-c/mujeroy6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-4403906022517929071</id><published>2008-03-14T08:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:00:02.542-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>TATUAJE INDELEBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pZW-ZYnpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/b7R03XMTWEw/s1600-h/Nostalgia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177548972857269906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pZW-ZYnpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/b7R03XMTWEw/s400/Nostalgia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me voy a tu cuerpo de ángel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para atraerte hasta el mío,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no quiero arrastrarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por eso te escribo este poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;con la sangre de mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y el beso que deseo darte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Detrás del sol quedó mi imagen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;con los ojos abiertos esperando llegue la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;con el proposito de tocar la luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Llevar tu bendición pegada a mi piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como tatuaje indeleble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pY4eZYnoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7QNx15rIYNM/s1600-h/animacin148nq.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-4403906022517929071?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4403906022517929071/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=4403906022517929071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4403906022517929071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4403906022517929071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/03/tatuaje-indeleble.html' title='TATUAJE INDELEBLE'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9pZW-ZYnpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/b7R03XMTWEw/s72-c/Nostalgia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1270625322256314095</id><published>2008-03-11T23:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:45:46.455-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>ANGEL TE AMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9cx1eZYnnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_nqs6mPD0dU/s1600-h/ANGEL+TE+AMO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176661091448036978" style="WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 439px" height="417" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9cx1eZYnnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_nqs6mPD0dU/s400/ANGEL+TE+AMO.JPG" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ángel dame de tus encantos,&lt;br /&gt;aquellos que quiero tanto,&lt;br /&gt;mírame de frente,&lt;br /&gt;antes del llamado de la madre tierra,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando los cúmulos llamen&lt;br /&gt;a los cristales que bañaron tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ven riégame de tu milagro&lt;br /&gt;y de tu cariño,&lt;br /&gt;cuando raye el alba saldré&lt;br /&gt;a buscarte mi gran amor.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nada ni nadie podrá decir que mi sentir&lt;br /&gt;es lacónico, como mis palabras mudas&lt;br /&gt;en este espacio en el cual me acerco a vos,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si ven mi ángel y amémonos,&lt;br /&gt;que el silencio deje de ser brisa&lt;br /&gt;para convertirse en testigo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no seremos solo sombras&lt;br /&gt;en el tiempo transcurrido,&lt;br /&gt;sino, el éxtasis&lt;br /&gt;mas puro del amor.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si ven ángel&lt;br /&gt;que este ser te ama,&lt;br /&gt;quiero reformar en el  tiempo&lt;br /&gt;aquello que deformo la vida&lt;br /&gt;cuando no estabas tu.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;¡Ángel, no dejes que tus alas caigan!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1270625322256314095?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1270625322256314095/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1270625322256314095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1270625322256314095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1270625322256314095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/03/angel-te-amo.html' title='ANGEL TE AMO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9cx1eZYnnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_nqs6mPD0dU/s72-c/ANGEL+TE+AMO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-7965211193006138121</id><published>2008-03-11T23:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:27:54.230-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>ME LLEVA EL ALMA EL EROTISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176657788618186338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9cu1OZYnmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qlqnOgN2lbM/s400/12212~Dirty-Dancing-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me roba el alma&lt;br /&gt;tu dermis encendida,&lt;br /&gt;mi llamarada provoca&lt;br /&gt;el respirar profundo&lt;br /&gt;cuando mi dialecto rojo,&lt;br /&gt;rosa tu germen volcánico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me roba el alma&lt;br /&gt;la ambición de tus sagacidades&lt;br /&gt;en las sábanas que nos unen,&lt;br /&gt;estrella perspicaz, luchas&lt;br /&gt;hasta encontrar la alborada,&lt;br /&gt;tu asistencia husmea&lt;br /&gt;cada rincón de mi fuente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me robas el alma&lt;br /&gt;cuando te vistes de erotismo,&lt;br /&gt;arrebatada por el bálsamo&lt;br /&gt;que provoca las horas escondidas,&lt;br /&gt;la humedad encerrada&lt;br /&gt;nos cubre por completo&lt;br /&gt;en el pasar de las horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sí, me roba el alma tu erotismo&lt;br /&gt;y en las horas siguiente&lt;br /&gt;dejo de ser yo para volverme&lt;br /&gt;tan solo un macho alzado&lt;br /&gt;cubriendo a su hembra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-7965211193006138121?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7965211193006138121/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=7965211193006138121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7965211193006138121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7965211193006138121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-lleva-el-erotismo.html' title='ME LLEVA EL ALMA EL EROTISMO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R9cu1OZYnmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qlqnOgN2lbM/s72-c/12212~Dirty-Dancing-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-5642868313213037784</id><published>2008-03-08T23:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T07:24:25.286-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>ÁNGEL QUITAS MI MAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es necesario conocer seres alados&lt;br /&gt;para decir que uno es conocido por los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;el milagro del amor lo hace posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;br /&gt;SANTOAMOR&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/27814463-5642868313213037784?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5642868313213037784/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5642868313213037784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5642868313213037784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3c5ed0e975314f9a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5606384790019337241/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5606384790019337241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5606384790019337241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5606384790019337241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/02/ngel-quitas-mi-mal.html' title='ÁNGEL QUITAS MI MAL'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-4470533667533891330</id><published>2008-01-25T11:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:02:01.804-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>ADIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R5nrej3bY4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UI_bK2Y0T5E/s1600-h/FOTO+POEMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159413758385939330" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 424px" height="416" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R5nrej3bY4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UI_bK2Y0T5E/s400/FOTO+POEMA.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-4470533667533891330?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4470533667533891330/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=4470533667533891330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4470533667533891330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4470533667533891330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2008/01/adios.html' title='ADIOS'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R5nrej3bY4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UI_bK2Y0T5E/s72-c/FOTO+POEMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-5495649312677015722</id><published>2007-12-18T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:33:29.760-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>DIVINIDADES ORGÁSMICAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145382616735907010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 496px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R2gSOoADfMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fnKXRBwZA4w/s400/853534_daf3098e56_m.jpg" width="496" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pensar que en nuestros rituales&lt;br /&gt;consumías el cuerpo y la forma&lt;br /&gt;luego agua con hielo&lt;br /&gt;o una gaseosa bien fría.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;La consumación la intoxicábamos&lt;br /&gt;en los pulmones con tabaco&lt;br /&gt;como dando tregua&lt;br /&gt;al respiro acelerado.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos nos conectábamos&lt;br /&gt;con los dioses del placer,&lt;br /&gt;después del juego en el fuego&lt;br /&gt;nos postulábamos para ser también&lt;br /&gt;divinidades orgásmicas y pasionales.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nos adaptábamos al universo&lt;br /&gt;evolucionábamos relevantes&lt;br /&gt;ante el cielo, siendo una sola piel,&lt;br /&gt;en la transitoriedad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de nuestra existencia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;impulsores de nuestro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lívido volcánico.&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/27814463-5495649312677015722?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5495649312677015722/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5495649312677015722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5495649312677015722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5495649312677015722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/12/divinidades-orgsmicas.html' title='DIVINIDADES ORGÁSMICAS'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R2gSOoADfMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/fnKXRBwZA4w/s72-c/853534_daf3098e56_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-175308918036389136</id><published>2007-12-17T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:13:31.818-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>3 Estrellas y 1 Lucero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R2gMx4ADfKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7rLn9iOoBus/s1600-h/santoamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145376625256529058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R2gMx4ADfKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7rLn9iOoBus/s400/santoamor.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;En el corazón de este poeta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;su centro lleva grabada a fuego&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tres estrellas y un lucero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;La armonía de sus poesías &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;llevan la música &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;de esos ritmicos nombres &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que fortalecen su latir.&lt;/p&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/27814463-175308918036389136?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/175308918036389136/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=175308918036389136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/175308918036389136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/175308918036389136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/12/en-el-corazn-de-este-poeta-su-centro.html' title='3 Estrellas y 1 Lucero'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/R2gMx4ADfKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7rLn9iOoBus/s72-c/santoamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-3726514141320208029</id><published>2007-11-11T12:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:20:01.764-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>TODO ES NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RzcdDW81iCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ZKvpJLYDDw/s1600-h/beso-playa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131602243949529122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RzcdDW81iCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ZKvpJLYDDw/s400/beso-playa.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Todos los ríos lloran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos los desiertos mueren,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos los cuentos increíbles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;los creí real por que me llené de amor.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todas las huellas solas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toda la mudes sin ecos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y caen escamas de los ojos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuando la ceguera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya no tiene amor en la mirada.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todos las despedidas con horizontes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos los olvidos solitarios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la flor quedó sin fruto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por que el amor no riega el futuro.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sin amor todo es nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-3726514141320208029?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3726514141320208029/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=3726514141320208029&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3726514141320208029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3726514141320208029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/11/todo-es-nada.html' title='TODO ES NADA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RzcdDW81iCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4ZKvpJLYDDw/s72-c/beso-playa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-6155339471925169809</id><published>2007-10-25T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:39:31.238-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>JUNTOS PERO SEPARADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RyCpSlY3iGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8j2xRuDzC9Y/s1600-h/PAA142000024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125282512686778466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RyCpSlY3iGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8j2xRuDzC9Y/s400/PAA142000024.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A que juegas&lt;br /&gt;con esa promesa&lt;br /&gt;de prostituirte&lt;br /&gt;la calle es tu ciudad &lt;div align="center"&gt;devoluciones tristes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;El reclamo de Susana&lt;br /&gt;tu reclamo callado&lt;br /&gt;mi reclamo de ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todos juntos&lt;br /&gt;pero separados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como lágrimas secas&lt;br /&gt;huyes de mi lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;proclamando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abismo en otros ojos.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nos hemos vueltos&lt;br /&gt;seres fronterizos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;malgastados en cada&lt;br /&gt;madrugada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya no hay cariño&lt;br /&gt;quedo transparente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; la huella de ayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/27814463-6155339471925169809?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/6155339471925169809/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=6155339471925169809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6155339471925169809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6155339471925169809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/juntos-pero-separados.html' title='JUNTOS PERO SEPARADOS'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RyCpSlY3iGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8j2xRuDzC9Y/s72-c/PAA142000024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-5878366076472163824</id><published>2007-10-25T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:42:38.271-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>BOCA SECA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RyCn8VY3iFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Z-_le4AOhk0/s1600-h/2243003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125281030923061330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RyCn8VY3iFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Z-_le4AOhk0/s400/2243003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El viento seca mis labios&lt;br /&gt;al igual que tu ausencia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mi ruego es,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por un oasis de tu ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-5878366076472163824?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5878366076472163824/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5878366076472163824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5878366076472163824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5878366076472163824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/boca-seca.html' title='BOCA SECA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RyCn8VY3iFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Z-_le4AOhk0/s72-c/2243003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1265005942888952359</id><published>2007-10-12T14:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:35:11.060-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>¿POR QUÉ?                             (Canción balada)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-v7QQ6R0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/s5ZJdsykZ1E/s1600-h/bmionlyaskyouim3ay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120504733856581442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-v7QQ6R0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/s5ZJdsykZ1E/s400/bmionlyaskyouim3ay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Robaste mi corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y te lo llevaste a la distancia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como quieres que te mire con amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si con este dolor no puedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Vivir lejos de ti es morir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;busco tu compación en mi ruego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mato mis sueños en tu presencia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corté el ego que tenía en mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Y aún así ignoras mi voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por que lo hiciste así,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si el amor que pediste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;llevé en el alma venerándote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1265005942888952359?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1265005942888952359/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1265005942888952359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1265005942888952359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1265005942888952359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/por-qu-cancin-balada.html' title='¿POR QUÉ?                             (Canción balada)'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-v7QQ6R0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/s5ZJdsykZ1E/s72-c/bmionlyaskyouim3ay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-7477849667096007503</id><published>2007-10-12T14:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:28:03.926-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>MI ALMA EN SOLEDAD  (Canción balada)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-uFQQ6RzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Qb-eje2iGRo/s1600-h/na_magica_da_tua_luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120502706632017714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="322" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-uFQQ6RzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Qb-eje2iGRo/s400/na_magica_da_tua_luz.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo que me quería&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y el amor fingía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a aquellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que bañaban mi cuerpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;detras de cada lluvia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy que estoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a un costado del camino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recuesto mi sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin nadie a mi lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la paga llegó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A quien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he de reclamar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por el fruto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de mi siembra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la cosecha es la real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;La soledad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiene el sabor del ajenjo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;los muchos amores que tuve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no quitaran con el recuerdo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el dolor del presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-7477849667096007503?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7477849667096007503/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=7477849667096007503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7477849667096007503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7477849667096007503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/mi-alma-en-soledad-cancin-balada.html' title='MI ALMA EN SOLEDAD  (Canción balada)'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-uFQQ6RzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Qb-eje2iGRo/s72-c/na_magica_da_tua_luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-6020317482808722459</id><published>2007-10-12T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:24:23.296-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>ANTAGÓNICA SUERTE (canción balada)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-s0AQ6RyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/j2f0uK5jjEI/s1600-h/ecloga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120501310767646498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-s0AQ6RyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/j2f0uK5jjEI/s400/ecloga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eras buena en gran manera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que mi amor te engañaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con la presencia de otra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tu hermosura era para mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el sabor del encuentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hasta que vi en tus ojos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el desmayo de tu corazón por mi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Se fueron los años&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y con él, los dolores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que causó mi arrogancia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy el frente de la mesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no tiene la sombra de ninguna,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abarca mi territorio la soledad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya no tengo el respiro de tu boca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-6020317482808722459?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/6020317482808722459/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=6020317482808722459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6020317482808722459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6020317482808722459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/antagnica-suerte-cancin-balada.html' title='ANTAGÓNICA SUERTE (canción balada)'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-s0AQ6RyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/j2f0uK5jjEI/s72-c/ecloga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1082812896235333553</id><published>2007-10-12T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:17:50.822-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>TU MI AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-r2QQ6RwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hPWHLX13-d4/s1600-h/amor2520imposible0ew1vo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120500249910724354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="265" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-r2QQ6RwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hPWHLX13-d4/s400/amor2520imposible0ew1vo4.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;la vida se ha vuelto&lt;br /&gt;canto de oxido en la piel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que solo tu&lt;br /&gt;fuiste el latir de mi corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y solo tu puedes&lt;br /&gt;ser la razón&lt;br /&gt;de mi vida en plenitud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1082812896235333553?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1082812896235333553/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1082812896235333553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1082812896235333553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1082812896235333553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/tu-mi-amor.html' title='TU MI AMOR'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-r2QQ6RwI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hPWHLX13-d4/s72-c/amor2520imposible0ew1vo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-4581661292462156188</id><published>2007-10-12T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:19:29.874-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>PRESENCIA LEJANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-smQQ6RxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gNE66XdoL9E/s1600-h/63461_403907417_beso_1_H045324_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120501074544445202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-smQQ6RxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gNE66XdoL9E/s400/63461_403907417_beso_1_H045324_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-rJQQ6RvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3XTlEdTZwxk/s1600-h/054espelhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El recuerdo siempre está.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;El extrañarte lapida mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;aquel sonoro de tus alegrías&lt;br /&gt;sigue habitando el presente de mi soledad.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El que te besó los labios&lt;br /&gt;se pelea con tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;mientras odia la presencia muerta&lt;br /&gt;de tu viva existencia lejana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mis pupilas se bañan sin tí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-4581661292462156188?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4581661292462156188/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=4581661292462156188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4581661292462156188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4581661292462156188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/presencia-lejana.html' title='PRESENCIA LEJANA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-smQQ6RxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gNE66XdoL9E/s72-c/63461_403907417_beso_1_H045324_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-5022346756230246078</id><published>2007-10-12T12:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:51:16.260-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>EL AMOR CAE AL VACÍO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-XowQ6RuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xe7CkxaoTM4/s1600-h/054espelhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120478027749934818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-XowQ6RuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xe7CkxaoTM4/s400/054espelhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está la voz en el desierto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;echando agua a los muertos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quien beba de estos verbos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la palabra de esta voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con amor los bendecirá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Está una voz clamando cariño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en los oidos que no escuchan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mientras cargan un cruel dolor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;su vida pesada lucha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Está la voz que viene del cosmos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con deseos de abrazar sus sequitos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero los fríos desertores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siguen peleando con el viento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras el amor cae en el vacío&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin poder doblegar corazones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-5022346756230246078?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5022346756230246078/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5022346756230246078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5022346756230246078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5022346756230246078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-amor-cae-al-vaco.html' title='EL AMOR CAE AL VACÍO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rw-XowQ6RuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xe7CkxaoTM4/s72-c/054espelhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-8746068459791457470</id><published>2007-10-01T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:44:18.086-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>UNA RAZÓN PARA VIVIR        (Canción para Brisa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RwEi5ZNdTmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MAnUNr6nXik/s1600-h/brisa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116409021084814946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RwEi5ZNdTmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MAnUNr6nXik/s400/brisa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivía en un mundo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin estrellas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moría en un cielo sin luna, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se rompió mi corazón. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No podía subir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No podía volar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como águila hasta el sol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                         Vivía en un mundo                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                              destrozadoMoría en mil brazos                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hasta que llegaste tú &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y me diste una razón, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me abriste el corazón,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y me hiciste renacer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/27814463-8746068459791457470?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8746068459791457470/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=8746068459791457470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8746068459791457470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8746068459791457470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/una-razn-para-vivir-cancin-para-brisa.html' title='UNA RAZÓN PARA VIVIR        (Canción para Brisa)'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RwEi5ZNdTmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MAnUNr6nXik/s72-c/brisa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-7549707611573901952</id><published>2007-10-01T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:38:32.048-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>TÚ, EL MILAGRO          (Poema para mi nieta Brisa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RwEh_ZNdTlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eRqE4t7yZp0/s1600-h/mi+nieta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116408024652402258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RwEh_ZNdTlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eRqE4t7yZp0/s400/mi+nieta.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;secó las lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;donde vivían soledades,&lt;br /&gt;me hiciste mudar de aire&lt;br /&gt;renovaste mis emociones.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Desataste nudos,&lt;br /&gt;mis manos cansadas&lt;br /&gt;ya no podían volar,&lt;br /&gt;hoy, en las cumbres habito&lt;br /&gt;transformaste mi amor.&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Mi vuevo deseo,&lt;br /&gt;voltear la hoja de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;cambiar mi corazón de piedra,&lt;br /&gt;tu brisa me resucita&lt;br /&gt;como un nuevo abril. &lt;div align="center"&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/27814463-7549707611573901952?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7549707611573901952/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=7549707611573901952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7549707611573901952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7549707611573901952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/10/t-el-milagro-poema-para-mi-nieta-brisa.html' title='TÚ, EL MILAGRO          (Poema para mi nieta Brisa)'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RwEh_ZNdTlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eRqE4t7yZp0/s72-c/mi+nieta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-766438389404822854</id><published>2007-08-07T11:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:57:42.160-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>TU FORMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RriGrsZazHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5vXMiKTd5Nk/s1600-h/200217894-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095971063579987058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RriGrsZazHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5vXMiKTd5Nk/s400/200217894-003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acompañaré tu forma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con el viento en tu rostro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alfarero de manos eternas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dejé mi huella en tu cuerpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuando sientas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que todo te deshace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;solo debes mirar mi imagen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de la cual sabre sacar manos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para sostenerte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu eres forma de mi forma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y por mas que quiera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no puedo olvidar tu imagen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anclada en mi corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como amor perfecto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te di una compañera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la cual llamarás mujer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para que puedas respirar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ella sera parte de tu forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu forma imagen de la mía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-766438389404822854?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/766438389404822854/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=766438389404822854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/766438389404822854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/766438389404822854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/08/tu-forma.html' title='TU FORMA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RriGrsZazHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5vXMiKTd5Nk/s72-c/200217894-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-744099788068322018</id><published>2007-08-07T11:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:49:38.368-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>UNA NUBE CONMIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RriD0cZazGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sVJvAspqJ9A/s1600-h/20060910113647-92331595-fc6e62e5eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095967915368959074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RriD0cZazGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sVJvAspqJ9A/s400/20060910113647-92331595-fc6e62e5eb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quisiste hacer de mi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el sueño de tu blanco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la realidad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tu dulce encanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quisiste trasladarme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de una nube a otra, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con el deseo alcanzable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de verme feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Formaste un ejercito &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de angeles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para cuidarme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de dia y de noche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lograste ser mi amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;luego sin querer te fuiste, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yo no lloro tu partida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sino que espero con alegría.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El día de mi ascención,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues en una nube &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siempre te llevo conmigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pegado al corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-744099788068322018?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/744099788068322018/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=744099788068322018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/744099788068322018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/744099788068322018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/08/una-nube-conmigo.html' title='UNA NUBE CONMIGO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RriD0cZazGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sVJvAspqJ9A/s72-c/20060910113647-92331595-fc6e62e5eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-8831043665373642992</id><published>2007-08-07T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T11:36:50.369-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>RENOVADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RriB18ZazFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ow7MuM0csN0/s1600-h/41780296_412ed535e8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095965742115507282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RriB18ZazFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ow7MuM0csN0/s400/41780296_412ed535e8_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Organismo de mirada lejana eras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre las manias de buscar el fuego,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dejabas desierta la clave del amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quedaste dando vuelta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuando te diste cuenta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que la grandeza nació en el amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A donde fueron a parar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;los anhelos de tus egoismos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el milagro no se hizo esperar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quedaste renovada en tus ojos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el cariño tocó tu nucleo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-8831043665373642992?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8831043665373642992/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=8831043665373642992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8831043665373642992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8831043665373642992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/08/renovada.html' title='RENOVADA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RriB18ZazFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ow7MuM0csN0/s72-c/41780296_412ed535e8_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1093896089129783334</id><published>2007-08-07T10:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:55:35.138-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>PROMETIMOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rrh2IMZazEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/h5XChzUZt-w/s1600-h/20070129160023-entrelazadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095952861508586562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rrh2IMZazEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/h5XChzUZt-w/s400/20070129160023-entrelazadas.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cuando fuimos alzados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desde la soledad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prometimos mirarnos desde adentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prometimos no dejar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de mirar lo de adentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prometimos perdonar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desde adentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Cuándo perdimos el rumbo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de nuestras miradas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Desde cuándo se nos antojó &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mirar desde afuera?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy me di cuenta que afuera nos dejó &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el crecer de nuestra incomunicación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1093896089129783334?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1093896089129783334/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1093896089129783334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1093896089129783334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1093896089129783334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/08/prometimos.html' title='PROMETIMOS'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rrh2IMZazEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/h5XChzUZt-w/s72-c/20070129160023-entrelazadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-7524477963060199612</id><published>2007-07-26T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:05:55.440-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>Presencia de Dios.......HAIKÚ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjF5qcirVI/AAAAAAAAABs/-e-EH6uaa9U/s1600-h/99102estasi.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091536973179563346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjF5qcirVI/AAAAAAAAABs/-e-EH6uaa9U/s400/99102estasi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Canta la rana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;canta el universo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salmos del cielo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;© Juan Ricardo Sagardía -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-7524477963060199612?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7524477963060199612/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=7524477963060199612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7524477963060199612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/7524477963060199612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/presencia-de-dioshaik.html' title='Presencia de Dios.......HAIKÚ'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjF5qcirVI/AAAAAAAAABs/-e-EH6uaa9U/s72-c/99102estasi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-1209096980452099716</id><published>2007-07-26T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:50:58.735-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>Lluvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjFI6cirUI/AAAAAAAAABk/jReFqjqlgiQ/s1600-h/basesexylluviagl1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091536135660940610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjFI6cirUI/AAAAAAAAABk/jReFqjqlgiQ/s400/basesexylluviagl1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pastos mojados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dios derramando el cáliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tierra feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;© Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-1209096980452099716?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/1209096980452099716/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=1209096980452099716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1209096980452099716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/1209096980452099716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/lluvia.html' title='Lluvia'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjFI6cirUI/AAAAAAAAABk/jReFqjqlgiQ/s72-c/basesexylluviagl1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-8943569235187231016</id><published>2007-07-26T12:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:51:00.138-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>AÚN EN LA ETERNIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjCkqcirTI/AAAAAAAAABc/RRiN-w8w8gM/s1600-h/1259472_a2b2a63e48_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091533313867427122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjCkqcirTI/AAAAAAAAABc/RRiN-w8w8gM/s400/1259472_a2b2a63e48_m.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me deshojé este otoño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para no comer tu risa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como si fuera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;una figura de muestra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo hice para que crescas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antes de que muera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quise alimentar tu soberbia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para que nadie traspasara tu línea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;era esa una manera mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de seguir cuidándote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Solemnidad inculta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este gutural cuerpo se va,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lanza dispuesta a traspasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cualquier cabello con tal de cuidarte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aún después de la muerte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si amor aún en la eternidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estaré pendiente amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-8943569235187231016?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8943569235187231016/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=8943569235187231016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8943569235187231016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8943569235187231016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/en-la-eternidad.html' title='AÚN EN LA ETERNIDAD'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjCkqcirTI/AAAAAAAAABc/RRiN-w8w8gM/s72-c/1259472_a2b2a63e48_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-5641675717131789740</id><published>2007-07-26T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:44:44.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>TARDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjBFKcirSI/AAAAAAAAABU/iFRyOPQj6v0/s1600-h/112953.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091531673189920034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 575px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="346" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjBFKcirSI/AAAAAAAAABU/iFRyOPQj6v0/s400/112953.gif" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tarde será el día&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que los destellos se muestren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sin lumbre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tarde cuando busques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el enigma de mis besos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y en mi dogmática razón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;decida parir distancias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pues el poder del amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;también mira &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nuestros ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;© Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-5641675717131789740?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5641675717131789740/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5641675717131789740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5641675717131789740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5641675717131789740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/tarde.html' title='TARDE'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RqjBFKcirSI/AAAAAAAAABU/iFRyOPQj6v0/s72-c/112953.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-5248808790287736964</id><published>2007-07-26T12:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:50:37.514-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>SACIARÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi-d6cirRI/AAAAAAAAABM/RbkRGoDghMg/s1600-h/jrs-saciare-2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091528799856798994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi-d6cirRI/AAAAAAAAABM/RbkRGoDghMg/s400/jrs-saciare-2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/27814463-5248808790287736964?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5248808790287736964/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5248808790287736964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5248808790287736964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5248808790287736964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/saciar.html' title='SACIARÉ'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi-d6cirRI/AAAAAAAAABM/RbkRGoDghMg/s72-c/jrs-saciare-2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-6869617147376950560</id><published>2007-07-26T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:51:25.785-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>EL AMOR ES SUFRIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi-OKcirQI/AAAAAAAAABE/ECrJ5qaQgfY/s1600-h/jrs-elamorsufrido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091528529273859330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi-OKcirQI/AAAAAAAAABE/ECrJ5qaQgfY/s400/jrs-elamorsufrido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/27814463-6869617147376950560?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/6869617147376950560/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=6869617147376950560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6869617147376950560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/6869617147376950560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-amor-es-sufrido.html' title='EL AMOR ES SUFRIDO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi-OKcirQI/AAAAAAAAABE/ECrJ5qaQgfY/s72-c/jrs-elamorsufrido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-5084033034372859310</id><published>2007-07-26T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:51:53.647-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>CUANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi9-qcirPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9I-NQ9Tyksw/s1600-h/jrs-cuando-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091528262985886962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi9-qcirPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9I-NQ9Tyksw/s400/jrs-cuando-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/27814463-5084033034372859310?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/5084033034372859310/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=5084033034372859310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5084033034372859310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/5084033034372859310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/cuando.html' title='CUANDO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi9-qcirPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9I-NQ9Tyksw/s72-c/jrs-cuando-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-4825971858630302372</id><published>2007-07-26T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:52:17.215-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>LÁGRIMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi9pqcirOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fuqYYIYsGrM/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091527902208634082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="383" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi9pqcirOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fuqYYIYsGrM/s400/02.jpg" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquel amor correcto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sufrió la metamorfosis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de un huracán en erupción&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mientras mis lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;resbaladizas como plátano en piso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;llenaban aquella fuente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con los cristales de mi ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quedé solo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;© Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-4825971858630302372?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4825971858630302372/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=4825971858630302372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4825971858630302372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/4825971858630302372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/lgrimas.html' title='LÁGRIMAS'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rqi9pqcirOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fuqYYIYsGrM/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-8442171392944020082</id><published>2007-07-18T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T11:47:50.076-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rp4mx-jkpMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mJAoFQykAUs/s1600-h/f75c75e8fc.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088547269022885058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rp4mx-jkpMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mJAoFQykAUs/s400/f75c75e8fc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imploré que te quitaras de mi frente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sabiendo que si lo hacías &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seria mi muerte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mi vida lamía ajenjo para no verte más, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no examinarte, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no desearte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no esperarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pero no puedo derribar tus trampas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con escasa oportunidad me e salvado la vida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuesta tantas mentiras alejarte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que uno es capaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de fantasear con mentiras de palabras bonitas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sé que no eres el ángel gris que me crearon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quien ha proverbiado tu forma idónea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quizás fue quien nunca bebió tu sed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadie me consuela ni siquiera tu recuerdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-8442171392944020082?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8442171392944020082/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=8442171392944020082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8442171392944020082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8442171392944020082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/implor-que-te-quitaras-de-mi-frente.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/Rp4mx-jkpMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mJAoFQykAUs/s72-c/f75c75e8fc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-3018096005827670949</id><published>2007-07-12T12:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:06:00.475-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>OBSESIÓN PASIONAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RpZCPejkpLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QIVaIY1usVg/s1600-h/romance3gbla6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086325662829290674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RpZCPejkpLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QIVaIY1usVg/s400/romance3gbla6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre existirá la palabra  manejable en lo escondida&lt;br /&gt;prendida locamente entre mis remembranzas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Voz que deseche insondables contrariedades&lt;br /&gt;esquizofrenia insaciable con hambre de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;la vehemencia tempestuosa que me obsesiona.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo mi provocación perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/27814463-3018096005827670949?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3018096005827670949/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=3018096005827670949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3018096005827670949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/3018096005827670949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/obsesin-pasional.html' title='OBSESIÓN PASIONAL'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RpZCPejkpLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QIVaIY1usVg/s72-c/romance3gbla6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-611355028574303698</id><published>2007-07-12T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:59:11.726-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>POR QUE DUELE EL AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RpY_tujkpKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k3c-oixJ380/s1600-h/f75c75e8fc.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086322883985450146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RpY_tujkpKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k3c-oixJ380/s320/f75c75e8fc.gif" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Conoces mis silencios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;los secretos que a mi cama llevo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como escapo de fantasmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que se alejaron de mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No podría mentirte diciéndote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que ya no te quiero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Por qué duele tanto el amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si es la mejor opción de vida? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tal vez es un regalo inmerecido, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero te sigo amando sin caricias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soy una parte de tu entero, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aunque ya no me quieras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Por que duele tanto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿por que el amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-611355028574303698?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/611355028574303698/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=611355028574303698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/611355028574303698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/611355028574303698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/por-que-duele-el-amor.html' title='POR QUE DUELE EL AMOR'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RpY_tujkpKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/k3c-oixJ380/s72-c/f75c75e8fc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-8426665763529579472</id><published>2007-07-12T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:49:07.087-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DERECHOS DE AUTOR RESERVADOS...SANTOAMOR'/><title type='text'>LAMENTO LATINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RpY-0ejkpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X5AiESmpVqY/s1600-h/duchaLatinHombre.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086321900437939346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RpY-0ejkpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X5AiESmpVqY/s320/duchaLatinHombre.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Por qué seguir llorando&lt;br /&gt;la partida de la pasada primavera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ya me habián dicho&lt;br /&gt;que para ella solo fue&lt;br /&gt;un orgasmo de peidra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Será que soyt así&lt;br /&gt;tan amante y tam latino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre este corazón,&lt;br /&gt;consumido&lt;br /&gt;por una zorra hambrienta&lt;br /&gt;y sin límites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/27814463-8426665763529579472?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8426665763529579472/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=8426665763529579472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8426665763529579472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/8426665763529579472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2007/07/lamento-latino.html' title='LAMENTO LATINO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0-LRabRczUU/RpY-0ejkpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X5AiESmpVqY/s72-c/duchaLatinHombre.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115410885495725192</id><published>2006-07-28T14:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:50:30.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EN MI ALMA Y MENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/p26f30fbe4a_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/p26f30fbe4a_big.jpg" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como hacer para no extrañar tus ojos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si en cada mirada que me regalabas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; abrias senderos nuevos en mi corazón &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que daban esa luz que entremarcaba mi espíritu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quisiera estar donde tu estás &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oir el ruido del mar junto a tu oído &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que se vuelva melodia el canto del petirojo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que una vez te regalé como pacto de nuestros besos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aunque no estás a mi lado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigue la magia cautivadora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de aquellos sarcillos que pendian de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; como esencia que envuelve el viento en sus brazos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;¿Como olvidarte amor si aun hoy te sigo extrañando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te llevo en mi alma y en mi mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115410885495725192?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115410885495725192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115410885495725192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410885495725192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410885495725192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/en-mi-alma-y-mente.html' title='EN MI ALMA Y MENTE'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115410734317065271</id><published>2006-07-28T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:22:23.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DELETE Y ENTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/712982_3fb10d3f46_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/712982_3fb10d3f46_t.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu hiciste mi vida superflua &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;en el espacio de tu rostro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de nada valieron mis lágrimas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;queriendo ser parte de tu vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me formaste hombre en tus pasiones, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;borrando mi forma y mi felicidad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me convertí en descarte segundo de tu pasado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supli mis glorias tan solo con tu sombra &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y mis brazos quedaron abrazando el frío &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que de tus supiros caían en mi como migajas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y así me alimenté sin mostrar verguenza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero hoy no voy a darte el perdón que pides &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y lucharé en mi contra para no sentir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; el dolor que cargo por borrarte de mis sentimientos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quisiera decir que aún te amo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero muriendo no se puede expresar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;palabras de amor al verdugo asesino &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de este buen corazón.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy simplemente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;voy a hacerte desaparecer de mi vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; aunque muera de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115410734317065271?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115410734317065271/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115410734317065271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410734317065271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410734317065271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/delete-y-enter.html' title='DELETE Y ENTER'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115410649240926344</id><published>2006-07-28T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:08:12.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LA VIDA SIN TU AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/666380_3a193a1e3a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/666380_3a193a1e3a_m.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta soledad que espera desesperando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y el corazón que rasguña las paredes buscado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;una palabra de amor que me de un suspiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Solo este collar que unge cada día mi alma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recordando la promesa debajo de aquel arco iris, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despues de aquella lluvia de diciembre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Los dos de la mano, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no necesitabamos mas para ser feliz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoy ya nada me llena como cuando estabas tu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y me arrepiento de dejarte ir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vaya milagros mentirosos que trae el tiempo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y yo sin poder volver el tiempo atras &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por mas que lo desee con la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquí estoy y la vida muere sin tu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SANTOAMOR&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/27814463-115410649240926344?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115410649240926344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115410649240926344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410649240926344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410649240926344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-vida-sin-tu-amor.html' title='LA VIDA SIN TU AMOR'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115410596245440666</id><published>2006-07-28T13:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:59:22.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRANDO EL PASADO CON EL DESEO PRENSETE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/596259_66690f28d2_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/596259_66690f28d2_s.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/489061_d1d54bad84_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/489061_d1d54bad84_m.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miro el cuadro del ayer como de a poco la niebla lo está ocultando de mis ojos, la casa quedo gigante ante mi osadia que desapareció cuando dejaste de venir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acaricio sin ganas mis culpas que no reconocí en tu presencia me lamento por las indulgencia que no limpie en su momento, hoy ni la lluvia limpia mi dolor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No quiero llorar por que que obligando a repetir no sabiendo lo que sabia lo perdi por el orgullo que siempre paseaba en tus ojos que miraban con amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miro el pasado con el deseo presente pero te marchaste y prometiste estar seguro de ya no volver, y perdi mi paraiso delante y lejos de ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No quiero saber de suplencias por los deseos naturales que me pueden venir, quizas deba cargar el pecado de no haber sabido amar, algun dia calmaré mi ego y talvez sea feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si vuelves a venir encontrarás un ser transformado en solo amor sin vanidad ni ego, mientras la musica suene melancólica te esperaré con el deseo en la frente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115410596245440666?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115410596245440666/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115410596245440666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410596245440666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410596245440666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/mirando-el-pasado-con-el-deseo.html' title='MIRANDO EL PASADO CON EL DESEO PRENSETE'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115410512580308569</id><published>2006-07-28T13:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:45:25.836-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MATANDO AL MUNDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/crucificas%20mi%20mundo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/crucificas%20mi%20mundo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Llora el mundo de dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y no hay a quien le importe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ver como todo va desapareciendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;¿Dónde están aquellos que en otrora hablaban de vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;¿Es que a nadie le importa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que los escombros llenen los jardines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que antes bañaban de flores la ciudad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No quiero esperar mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;para alimentar de besos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cada 5 minutos que me queden por vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quizás de ese modo me quite el miedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a pronto expirar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;acariciaré los rostro que tengan esperanza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de que el amor puede triunfar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SANTOAMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115410512580308569?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115410512580308569/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115410512580308569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410512580308569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115410512580308569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/matando-al-mundo.html' title='MATANDO AL MUNDO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349761847879137</id><published>2006-07-21T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:44:27.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BURBUJAS DEL CORAZON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/besos-burbuja-de-amor_fotmin_18170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/besos-burbuja-de-amor_fotmin_18170.jpg" width="57" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No me sirven los recuerdos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ni las ilusiones perdidas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;estoy cansado de las sonrisas vacías.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aunque te sigo amando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y haciendo busbujas en en aire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no se vive de canciones romanticas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ni palabras con mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aunque me salgan burbujas del corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; buscando el rostro de la alegría &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sufro la perdida de tu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y vivo la realidad sin vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sangran mis ojos los anhelos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y los recuerdos del amor vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;de a poco van muriendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349761847879137?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349761847879137/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349761847879137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349761847879137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349761847879137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/burbujas-del-corazon.html' title='BURBUJAS DEL CORAZON'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349704234152284</id><published>2006-07-21T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:50:42.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EL AMOR SIEMPRE TRIUNFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/KS15076.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/KS15076.0.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cielo rojizo que llega y te abraza&lt;br /&gt;con los sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;de dos corazones que no se separan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enredandose con los sueños&lt;br /&gt;que viajaron hasta encontrarse&lt;br /&gt;en la misma tierra... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los que aman la vida&lt;br /&gt;siempre viajan con la suerte de su lado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque corten&lt;br /&gt;una y otra vez la baraja,&lt;br /&gt;si siguen amando&lt;br /&gt;la suerte los acompañará&lt;br /&gt;realizando los sueños de felicidad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Ricardo sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349704234152284?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349704234152284/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349704234152284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349704234152284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349704234152284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/el-amor-siempre-triunfa.html' title='EL AMOR SIEMPRE TRIUNFA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349612717224821</id><published>2006-07-21T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:33:51.481-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR DULCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/KS15015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/KS15015.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Y fueron creados hombre y mujer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y fueron revelados en musica y poesía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y se fueron amando entre besos y caricias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y fueron encontrados entre vientre y ombligo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y se declararon amor por siempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y se los vió corriendo juntos a las mariposas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y se fueron enamorando de la vida y las rosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¡¡hombre, mujer y el amor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349612717224821?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349612717224821/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349612717224821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349612717224821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349612717224821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/amor-dulce.html' title='AMOR DULCE'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349470146610951</id><published>2006-07-21T11:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T12:11:41.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RECUERDO TU AMOR DE DÍA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/x1pmAkndzHuOfc3hY456QITsZEAnrQPVTjN5Omy9P9sRKbbf7aYIwD6MC56MlOrF--zAzOXuqq5YSYfCmhpzgnDAyIyvcR2sJs7YDlKPbKcVr30jGRZxbtm7SgZsace68SSFah3FIxz5jY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/x1pmAkndzHuOfc3hY456QITsZEAnrQPVTjN5Omy9P9sRKbbf7aYIwD6MC56MlOrF--zAzOXuqq5YSYfCmhpzgnDAyIyvcR2sJs7YDlKPbKcVr30jGRZxbtm7SgZsace68SSFah3FIxz5jY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;¿Quien me traerá el día? si ayer te perdí en la tormenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;y me dejo solo quedando de tí, tan solo la nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;quiero buscar aquella luz de febrero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;que delante mio hizo brillar tu sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;¿Quièn me va a mostrar el día? si me quedé sin tus emociones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;y la luna se alejo del mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;a partir de aquella noche salvajemente fría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; que quedé solo sin tu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;¿Quién me va a mostrar el día? cuando la noche eterea termine  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;y tenga la luz para convivir sin siquiera tu sombra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;y quiera que endulzen mi día con caricias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;de manos frágiles que hoy no siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;¿Quien me va a mostrar el día? cuando el río se expanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; en la imagen sola de mi rostro triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;buscando el tuyo, en sus márgenes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;que no te encuentran en la banda de un arco iris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Ojala seas tu, el día que yo esté pronto a ver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;pues en estos momentos de soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt; sin tu amor muero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;y espero que aparesca el día junto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;a tu regreso mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349470146610951?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349470146610951/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349470146610951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349470146610951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349470146610951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/recuerdo-tu-amor-de-da.html' title='RECUERDO TU AMOR DE DÍA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349371110081330</id><published>2006-07-21T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:55:11.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VOLVIÓ A SALIR EL SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/gems_arts_storm_fot_28707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/320/gems_arts_storm_fot_28707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Se que no puedes hablar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que los rayos de mi enojo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;te hicieron desistir de aquel amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que decías sentir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y piensas que el amor siempre mata así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No tengo tanto que decir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pues en cada palabra que pronuncio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;me arrepiento del mal amor que te dí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y el llanto brota sin medir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No quiero que pienses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que Dios se olvido de ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;fue mi l0cura que no supo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;apreciar tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hoy solo te ruego vuelve a mirar el cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que los rayos cambiaron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;por un inmenso sol, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que podría alegrar a tu corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;llenándolo de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349371110081330?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349371110081330/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349371110081330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349371110081330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349371110081330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/volvi-salir-el-sol.html' title='VOLVIÓ A SALIR EL SOL'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349305304835368</id><published>2006-07-21T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:44:13.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TU MARCA en la noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/te-gusta-como-me-queda-mi-brazier-de-encaje_fotmin_18143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="80" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/320/te-gusta-como-me-queda-mi-brazier-de-encaje_fotmin_18143.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/x1pmAkndzHuOfc3hY456QITsWbKVLsHQT_96RMZAP2Ev4L0eugYQvTga-bUQ5nX2oRkTcI8oOxuQw53ZDxMAAazMs_NK1vgVCFVPaEjVhsfb1PI8qGe8iGjGxPE90jqngnYbBipSHFz4Vs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/320/x1pmAkndzHuOfc3hY456QITsWbKVLsHQT_96RMZAP2Ev4L0eugYQvTga-bUQ5nX2oRkTcI8oOxuQw53ZDxMAAazMs_NK1vgVCFVPaEjVhsfb1PI8qGe8iGjGxPE90jqngnYbBipSHFz4Vs.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Duele saber que tu amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no tiene los mismos sueños, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;te miran todos el cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y el deseo del engaño en la voz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;levanta vuelos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ya se vuelve centro de una muerte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y solo quedan ojos bellos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;De nada sirve la belleza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;si hoy hay amor en la noche, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;solo son juegos mentiroso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;engaños del mismiso infierno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pues la cizaña es casi igual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pero no da buen fruto como el trigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hoy el día despertó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y tu amor ya lo olvide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ya desapareció ese amor que creí eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tu mala marca quedó en la noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349305304835368?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349305304835368/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349305304835368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349305304835368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349305304835368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/tu-marca-en-la-noche.html' title='TU MARCA en la noche'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349228947474162</id><published>2006-07-21T11:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:31:29.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MARAVILLAS DEL AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/KS15004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/200/KS15004.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Estamos aquí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y el grito del sol abrazando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;a este amor que se acompaña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; queriendo llegar mas allas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;de la existencia del viento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sabiendo que si nos amamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;el día dura un poco menos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pero que nos importa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;el tiempo y el espacio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;si ambos estamos juntos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;paseamos llenos de brillos de sol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Aquello que creiamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; dificil de suceder en el camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;nuestro amor lo hizo realidad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y estando a tu lado y tu al mío &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;es maravillosa la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349228947474162?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349228947474162/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349228947474162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349228947474162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349228947474162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/maravillas-del-amor.html' title='MARAVILLAS DEL AMOR'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349157665244144</id><published>2006-07-21T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:19:36.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MI HORIZONTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/gems_arts_blue_face_fot_28698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/200/gems_arts_blue_face_fot_28698.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No quiero matar los sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a apartir de hoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;por mas que se arruguen los ojos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;y las manos pierdan sus fuerzas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quiero hacer de mis auroras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;un cuadro que lleve tu rostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No tengo miedo al tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;desde que te encontré &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no importa que se derrumbe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;el planeta sin esperanza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;yo sigo vivo y puedo aun luchar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;por ser feliz, y encontrar cada noche tu piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Que digan lo que digan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;los que ponen cara de perro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no se vive al amor, por dichos de ellos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pues siempre fueron asesino de palabras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;para los que se arriesgan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a ser una historia diferente de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yo seguiré viviendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;por que tu eres hoy y para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mi horizonte y mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349157665244144?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349157665244144/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349157665244144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349157665244144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349157665244144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/mi-horizonte.html' title='MI HORIZONTE'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349100492231680</id><published>2006-07-21T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:10:04.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TU MARCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/como-me-queda-el-tatuaje_fotmin_18139.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/400/como-me-queda-el-tatuaje_fotmin_18139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="85" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/200/clock.0.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;¡Por que llegué a amarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;tanto haciendo luz de mi vida!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;en las horas que te tuve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;y hoy que no estás te siento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;aun con tus marcas en mi cuerpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Y te sigo amando como aquellos días &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;sin poder olvidar los besos que en mi dejaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Y pasan el tiempo y mas pasa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;y mas te necesito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;y mas siento me persigue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;el recuerdo de tu amor en mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Y yo te amo y me hace bien saber que vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349100492231680?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349100492231680/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349100492231680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349100492231680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349100492231680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/tu-marca.html' title='TU MARCA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115349031014591523</id><published>2006-07-21T10:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:58:30.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MI ÁNGEL Y MI UNICORNIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/angel-unicornio_fot_23409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/320/angel-unicornio_fot_23409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hasta cuando seguiré soñando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;con mis amores caidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;en el despertar de un sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Estoy que adeudo  felicidad a mi corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;por las violentas gargantadas de dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;por la ilusión que perdí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mi vida perturbada se quebró sin armonía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;por los encantos que se fueron, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;un pasaje en la inconciencia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;un amanecer se los llevó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Como hundiendo en la realidad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;aquel sueño que se volvió luto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;que como barco de papel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;en las aguas se murió.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Y así me quedé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sin mi ángel y mi unicornio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;blanco y veloz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115349031014591523?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115349031014591523/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115349031014591523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349031014591523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115349031014591523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/mi-ngel-y-mi-unicornio.html' title='MI ÁNGEL Y MI UNICORNIO'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115348971033585890</id><published>2006-07-21T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:48:30.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FELICIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/79_gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/320/79_gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;La luz llegó en tu mirada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;y en los blancos de tu sonrisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yo me aferaba a la vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;deteniendo mi juventud en tus brazos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;La hierba crecía en nuestro jardìn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mientras el sol despertaba en cada cariño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;y en los mil te quieros que gritabamos en los besos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y hoy el horizonte se llena de corazones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;en los encuentros de nuestras pasiones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;enamoradas de la vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;que nos une para revivir cada amanecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Amémosno cada dia mi cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;que las esperanzas para el amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;están siempre llenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115348971033585890?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115348971033585890/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115348971033585890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348971033585890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348971033585890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/felicidad.html' title='FELICIDAD'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115348923906006176</id><published>2006-07-21T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:40:39.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO ALAS DE MARIPOSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/angel-gems_arts_fot_23403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/320/angel-gems_arts_fot_23403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quiero sentir que tu amor es mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;volar en tus manos con ternuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;en tu presencia me despojo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;de mis miedos y locuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;del cansancio que  conocí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;En el cosmos no hay estrella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;que te pueda esconder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;por que tus luces pueden mas en mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pues a tu lado me siento libre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;como alas de mariposa en la piel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eres mi libertad amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115348923906006176?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115348923906006176/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115348923906006176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348923906006176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348923906006176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/como-alas-de-mariposa.html' title='COMO ALAS DE MARIPOSA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115348881439710529</id><published>2006-07-21T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:33:34.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RENACER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/angeles-besitos_fot_23407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/320/angeles-besitos_fot_23407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Por que nos empecinamos de alejarnos del cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;viendo en nuestro suelo como se aleja el amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;borrando de los seres sus mas bonitos sueños, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mientras llega la negra noche e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;n que todo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;llega runbo a su final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Llenamos nuestros ojos en llantos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queriendo tanto no logramos cambiar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿sera que nuestros pasos estan tan alejados de Dios &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que no nos puede escuchar?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Busquemos la luz que sale del cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pues el nunca se alejó de nuestros anhelos y nuestras ilusiones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;queriéndolas cumplir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Solo falta entregarle nuestro corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115348881439710529?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115348881439710529/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115348881439710529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348881439710529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348881439710529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/renacer.html' title='RENACER'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115348815987169386</id><published>2006-07-21T10:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:22:39.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BELLEZA Y NADA MAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/0032k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/320/0032k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vaya esos labios de rubi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que perdi creyendo haberlos comprado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;con el amor que te di, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;en el ambito de tu belleza que creí mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pero ya cansada de delirios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;te fuiste por el costado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;buscando la vanidad y la pasion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;haciendo de la ambición tu adoración.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Supe amarte y fue lo mejor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mientras fui creando una canción &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;nacido del sentimiento de mi amor .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Fuiste flor en mi jardín &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y no me arrepiento que haya sido así, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;por que se que mi amor supo ser mejor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;que tu figura de ángel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;solo fue fantochada de mi ilusión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115348815987169386?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115348815987169386/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115348815987169386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348815987169386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348815987169386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/belleza-y-nada-mas.html' title='BELLEZA Y NADA MAS'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27814463.post-115348768174689031</id><published>2006-07-21T10:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:14:41.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEDICINA PREVENTIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/1600/2006_02_05t133027_450x300_us_religion_cartoons.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/790/918/320/2006_02_05t133027_450x300_us_religion_cartoons.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que decir adios al amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para luego conocer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; los multiples sacrificios no queridos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maldecimos los nacimientos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que se criaron en el amargo convento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;del odio y la violencia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero dejamos al maestro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;los ejemplos que los padres debieran dar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas cuando llega la maldad nos arrepentimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Debieramos ser luz en esta oscuridad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues por casa debiera comenzar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;los buenos ejemplos y las oraciones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y la unción del buen amor luego nos cobijará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Juan Ricardo Sagardía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27814463-115348768174689031?l=palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/feeds/115348768174689031/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27814463&amp;postID=115348768174689031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348768174689031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27814463/posts/default/115348768174689031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasdeluna.blogspot.com/2006/07/medicina-preventiva.html' title='MEDICINA PREVENTIVA'/><author><name>ANA LEAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04324552950128996292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-LRabRczUU/SogXIbIZt2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/UyvRJTGgd5w/S220/1457961_f6a4a6590c_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
