<?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-9081228816973801006</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:00:46.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLVIDAR ES ENGAÑARSE A UNO MISMO #</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-4624463826508599355</id><published>2010-03-17T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:06:24.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/S6G0EmyQtfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nCs4plXt_9Y/s1600-h/P1020578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449835015318844914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/S6G0EmyQtfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nCs4plXt_9Y/s400/P1020578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;# Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;es poco decir a lo qe siento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cuando yo estoy junto a ti,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ahora puedo despertarme y dejar qe el sol me diga qe soy libre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gracias a ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yo puedo decir qe he vuelto a nacer,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;gracias a ti en el destino he vuelto a creer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Qiero qedarme contigo siempre hasta qe ya seamos viejos y saber qe ya lo he vivido todo pero qe todo lo he vivido a tu lado, y qiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hasta saber qe ya no existe esa palabra qe describe todo este sentimiento qe tiene&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;este corazon qe esta en tus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-4624463826508599355?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/4624463826508599355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-m-r-es-poco-decir-lo-qe-siento-cuando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4624463826508599355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4624463826508599355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2010/03/y-m-r-es-poco-decir-lo-qe-siento-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/S6G0EmyQtfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nCs4plXt_9Y/s72-c/P1020578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-1291605709931945118</id><published>2009-06-16T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:02:20.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si me&lt;br /&gt;quede queriendo sola &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como hacer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para obligarte&lt;br /&gt;el problema no es quererte&lt;br /&gt;es qe tu no sientas lo mismo.-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347940423902548946" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;¿por que es tan cruel el&lt;br /&gt;amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-2265527797253230098?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2265527797253230098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/entre-menos-te-tengo-mas-te-recuerdo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2265527797253230098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2265527797253230098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/entre-menos-te-tengo-mas-te-recuerdo.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-2375287791276444206</id><published>2009-05-22T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:36:53.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-2375287791276444206?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2375287791276444206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/l-o-c-u-r-y-r-e-l-i-d-d.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2375287791276444206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2375287791276444206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/l-o-c-u-r-y-r-e-l-i-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-5271624876538055932</id><published>2009-05-14T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:06:20.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QIEN TE&lt;br /&gt;BESO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEJOS DE&lt;br /&gt;AQUI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MIENTRAS TE&lt;br /&gt;INVENTABA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EN LA&lt;br /&gt;CAMA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-5271624876538055932?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/5271624876538055932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/qien-te-beso-lejos-de-aqui-mientras-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5271624876538055932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5271624876538055932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/qien-te-beso-lejos-de-aqui-mientras-te.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-838677927240362351</id><published>2009-05-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:30:23.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahí va la adicta critican, cuando me ven por la calle,aturdida de alcohol, de bronca y dolor. Ahí va la adicta critican, sin saber qe estoy así, por ti cruel hombre, traicionaste mi amor. Es qe me quiero morir, cuando te veo con ella, cuando la besas, la abrazas, como lo hacías a mí. Y aunqe yo quiera olvidarte, entre hombres y alcohol,sólo consigo abrazarme, al recuerdo de tu amor. Una adicta, soy una adicta a ti, soy una adicta a ti, eres la dosis de amor, qe llega a mi corazón, y qe me ayuda a vivir. Una adicta, soy una adicta a ti, soy una adicta a ti, y ahora qe ya no estás, qe ya no te puedo amar, ay yo prefiero morir.-*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-838677927240362351?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/838677927240362351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahi-va-la-adicta-critican-cuando-me-ven.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/838677927240362351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/838677927240362351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahi-va-la-adicta-critican-cuando-me-ven.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-5977560493494706872</id><published>2009-05-06T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:31:02.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EN MI CAMA NO&lt;br /&gt;FIGURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NI UN BUEN BESO DE&lt;br /&gt;ALQILER.-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-5977560493494706872?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/5977560493494706872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/en-mi-cama-no-figura-ni-un-buen-beso-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5977560493494706872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5977560493494706872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/en-mi-cama-no-figura-ni-un-buen-beso-de.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-548168346107303320</id><published>2009-05-05T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:16:14.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Ahora que no estás, "hogar" lo escribo sin "h" Y la palabra "amor" la cambié por "dolor". Es tan pobre mi presente que se endeuda soñando y es tan rico el pasado qe aún sigo recordando. Ahora qe no estás, estoy abandonada como un bote de bronceador en casa de esquimales. Mi horóscopo dice: "son problemas astrales..." Y he llegado al extremo de envidiar animales.Y nuestro cuarto es almacén de recuerdos, Y nuestra mesa es aeropuerto de moscas, Y nuestra cama es un inmenso desierto, con la vida y la energía de un muerto. Qé voy a hacer conmigo. Qé difícil es amar al ogro de mi propio cuento, cómo aceptar qe soy como un delfín tirado en un desierto. Qé voy a hacer conmigo si la idiota del espejo suele ser mi única amiga, si he confundido la almohada más de mil veces contigo. Qé voy a hacer conmigo, ahora qe no estás ahora qe no estás el silencio es un ruido qe lastima tremendamente mis oídos. Si enciendo la radio vuelvo a recordarte, Y si es qe la apago no qiero olvidarte y nuestro cuarto es almacén de recuerdos, y nuestra mesa es aereopuerto de moscas, y nuestra cama es un inmenso desierto con la vida y la energía de un muerto. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qé voy a hacer conmigo.-*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-548168346107303320?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/548168346107303320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahora-que-no-estas-hogar-lo-escribo-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qiero guardarte mil caricias para el regreso qiero llegar amaneciendo con el cielo qiero volver cómo me cuesta decir adios pensando en volver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-7190291015447115430?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/7190291015447115430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/qiero-guardarte-mil-caricias-para-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7190291015447115430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7190291015447115430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/qiero-guardarte-mil-caricias-para-el.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-2292353867078613867</id><published>2009-04-29T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:57:05.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A veces te miro y a veces te dejas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me prestas tus alas, revisas tus huellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A veces por todo aunqe nunca me falles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A veces soy tuya y a veces de nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A veces te juro de veras qe siento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No darte la vida entera, darte solo esos momentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;¿por qe es tan dificil? vivir solo es eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivir, solo es eso...¿por qe es tan dificil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando nadie me ve p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;uedo ser o no ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando nadie me ve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;pongo el mundo al reves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuando nadie me ve no me limita la piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&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/9081228816973801006-2292353867078613867?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-3461108693657347587</id><published>2009-04-28T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:27:36.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por favor dame tu mano porqe cambiare nuestros brazos porqe qiero qe estes en mi vida y qiero qe seas mio qiero saber si puedo estar en tu mundo y qiero saber si lo qe sientes es profundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo qiero qe tu me digas necesito qe me lo digas yo qiero qe tu me digas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;mi amor seguira creciendo mas y mas.-&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329995998800694258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SffzHxLEy_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/rxCg6LajTO4/s400/DSC07190-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-3461108693657347587?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/3461108693657347587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-favor-dame-tu-mano-porqe-cambiare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-8598106660375925316</id><published>2009-04-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:09:22.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toma mi mano ya todo estará bien no debes llorar sé qe es difícil pero yo estaré aqí. No te sientas solo si todo está mal y no puedes más puedes buscarme sé qe tú en mi lugar lo harías también sin pensarlo. Sé qe duele caer yo ya estoy aqí para ti como ayer como hoy sabes qe puedes buscarme. Sé lo qe sientes y aunqe parezca así no es el final esto no es fácil pero yo estaré aqí no te sientas solo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-8598106660375925316?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/8598106660375925316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/toma-mi-mano-ya-todo-estara-bien-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8598106660375925316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8598106660375925316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/toma-mi-mano-ya-todo-estara-bien-no.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-6100901410869783743</id><published>2009-04-27T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:31:34.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SfainAFqvfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lrQCCzaULvI/s1600-h/1220358804666_f-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329625999961931250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SfainAFqvfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lrQCCzaULvI/s400/1220358804666_f-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me muero de ganas de decirte qe te qiero.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y qe no qiero qe venga el destino a vengarse de mí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;y qe prefiero la guerra contigo al invierno sin ti.#&lt;/span&gt;&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/9081228816973801006-6100901410869783743?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/6100901410869783743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-muero-de-ganas-de-decirte-qe-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6100901410869783743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6100901410869783743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-muero-de-ganas-de-decirte-qe-te.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SfainAFqvfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/lrQCCzaULvI/s72-c/1220358804666_f-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-8282512866870476663</id><published>2009-04-26T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:28:00.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MI AMOOOOR.♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SfVA2VdKVNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7E0Q911X8PM/s1600-h/intro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329237036279420114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SfVA2VdKVNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7E0Q911X8PM/s400/intro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-8282512866870476663?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/8282512866870476663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8282512866870476663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8282512866870476663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SfVA2VdKVNI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7E0Q911X8PM/s72-c/intro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-3917025267736489239</id><published>2009-04-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:24:27.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SfUlPJZTfYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FNoK_YjdFBw/s1600-h/DSC07261-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329206676213169538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SfUlPJZTfYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FNoK_YjdFBw/s400/DSC07261-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Y si alguien te engaña al decir "Te Qiero" ,pon más leña al fuego y empieza de nuevo. No dejes que caigan tus sueños al suelo qe mientras más amas más cerca está el cielo.-&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-3917025267736489239?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/3917025267736489239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-si-alguien-te-engana-al-decir-te_26.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3917025267736489239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3917025267736489239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-si-alguien-te-engana-al-decir-te_26.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SfUlPJZTfYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/FNoK_YjdFBw/s72-c/DSC07261-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-5066963253446033247</id><published>2009-04-24T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:11:54.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Se creen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PERRAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ni siqiera son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CACHORRAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-5066963253446033247?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/5066963253446033247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-creen-perras-ni-siqiera-son.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5066963253446033247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5066963253446033247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-creen-perras-ni-siqiera-son.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-1415377628600606119</id><published>2009-04-22T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:44:54.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tras el umbral de mis temores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de mis errores y mis fracasos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tras las heridas del pasado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y los amores ya olvidados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tras la inocencia qe hubo un día, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tras la ironía de aquellos años &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sólo ha quedado un frío inmenso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la espina cruel del desengaño. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Llegas a mi vida como un sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como la suave transparencia del amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como el aroma de la brisa en la mañana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;borrando para siempre mi dolor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Volver a amar una vez más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nacer de nuevo en ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en tu mirar l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lenando con tu luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;las sombras de mi soledad. Volver a amar sentir que ya te quedas junto a mí qe no me dejas y así podré vivir el dulce amor qe tú me das.-» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-1415377628600606119?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/1415377628600606119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/tras-el-umbral-de-mis-temores-de-mis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1415377628600606119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1415377628600606119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/tras-el-umbral-de-mis-temores-de-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-8002100433586229136</id><published>2009-04-21T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:16:22.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ganas de huir de no verte ni la sombra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de pensar qe esto fue un sueño o una pesadilla,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qe nunca apareciste,qe nunca has existido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ganas de besarte,de coinsidir contigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de acercarme un poco, y amarrarte en un abrazo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de mirarte a los ojos y decirte bienvenido&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&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/9081228816973801006-8002100433586229136?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/8002100433586229136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/ganas-de-huir-de-no-verte-ni-la-sombra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8002100433586229136'/><link 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style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;« Colocaste besos justamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;en el lugar suavecitos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cirugía para curarlas heridas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qe dejo el pasado sin sanar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y en el caos de mi infierno &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instalaste tu gobierno 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas qe a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nuestro beso primero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas aun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qe esto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TE AMO.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-3736469300536486891?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/3736469300536486891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/mas-qe-nuestro-beso-primero-mas-aun-qe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3736469300536486891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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besará&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;esa es mi pena por suponer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;qe te podría olvidar.-*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-2391467054845970148?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2391467054845970148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-supone-qe-ya-no-me-importe-qien-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corre,dijo la tortuga,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atrévete, dijo el cobarde,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estoy de vuelta, dijo un tipo qe nunca fue a ninguna parte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sálvame dijo el verdugo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se qe has sido tú,dijo el culpable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;« ♥ » &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No me grites, dijo el sordo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy es jueves, dijo el martes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y tú no te perfumes con palabras para consolarme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;déjame solo conmigo,con el íntimo enemigo qe malvive de pensión en mi corazón.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;« ♥ »&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El receloso, el fugitivo,el más oscuro de los dos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el pariente pobre de la duda,el qe nunca se desnuda si no me desnudo yo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el caprichoso,el orgulloso,el otro, el cómplice, el traidor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;« ♥ »&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tí te estoy hablando,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tí qe nunca sigues tú mis consejos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tí te estoy gritando, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tí qe estás metido en mi pellejo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tí que estas llorando ahí, al otro lado del espejo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tí, qe no te debo más que el empujón qe anoche me llevó a escribir esta canción.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;« ♥ » &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No me mientas dijo el mentiroso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buena suerte dijo el gafe,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ocúpate del alma, dijo el gordo vendedor de carne,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pruébame dijo el veneno,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y ámame como odian los amantes.&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/9081228816973801006-4982869890725094447?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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sufrimiento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;patético es creer que una mentira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;convoqe a los duendes del milagro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;qe te hagan despertar enamorado&lt;/span&gt;.;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SeVyxvoiLNI/AAAAAAAAAUE/0bQqWvenPR4/s400/DSC05507-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BASTARA &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOLO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;CON&lt;br /&gt;VERTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-1595021018658403760?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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mirada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Dame una obsesión.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Dame la certeza de este nuevo amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*Dame poco a poco tu serenidad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*Dame con un grito la felicidad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;*Dame un tiempo nuevo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Dame oscuridad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*Dame tu poesía a medio terminar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Dame un día a día.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*Dame tu calor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Dame un beso ahora en el callejón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Dame una sonrisa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*Dame seriedad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dame si es posible la posibilidad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;de llevarte a la cima del cielo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;donde existe un silencio total&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;donde el viento te rosa la cara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;y yo rozo tu cuerpo al final&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Y llevarte a la cima del cielo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;donde el cuento no pueda acabar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;donde emerge sublime el deseo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y la gloria se puede alcanzar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-7837866030047652033?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/7837866030047652033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/dame-una-caricia-dame-el-corazon-dame.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alguna ves has deseado con todo tu corazón qe una persona qe qieres o qisiste mucho vuelva a tu lado..? Pero qe podemos hacer cuando no depende de nosotros? Solo esperar un milagro, buscar la manera de llegar a esa persona y quizas soñar qe vuelve, qe todo es como antes, perderte en otras cosas para olvidarla.Personalmente debo contarles que esto me ha pasado muchas veces tratando de olvidar a personas qe sé qe jamás volverán y no es nada fácil cuando crees qe ya has olvidado vuelve algo qe te la recuerda, una canción, alguna vieja fotografía,en fin...tienes qe empezar de nueva cuenta a olvidar.Porqe nos aferramos a eso? nunca nos daremos cuenta de qe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EL OLVIDO NO EXISTEE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cuando conoces a una persona, cuando qieres a una persona o cuando amas a una persona se qeda en tu corazón por siempre.No importa cuanto tiempo pase el siempre tendrá un lugar ahí. Asi que si qieres ser recordado por cosas buenas has el bien y siempre qe alguien te recuerde sonreirá. Recuerda a las personas por lo bueno! cada momento en que te llenaron de felicidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;eso es lo importante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Vive recordando porque he comprobado qe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TRATANDO DE OLVIDAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; a una persona tristemente descubres qe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;  SOLO LA RECUERDAS MAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-2695553457588430774?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2695553457588430774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/alguna-ves-has-deseado-con-todo-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2695553457588430774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2695553457588430774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/alguna-ves-has-deseado-con-todo-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-5849503933670157663</id><published>2009-04-12T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:26:09.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi boca x tus &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;labios muere y&lt;/span&gt; reclama,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;son tus &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;huellas en mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuerpo&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ilusion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;qe mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&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/9081228816973801006-5849503933670157663?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/5849503933670157663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/mi-boca-x-tus-labios-muere-y-reclama.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5849503933670157663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5849503933670157663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/mi-boca-x-tus-labios-muere-y-reclama.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-3957297791864362273</id><published>2009-04-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:58:29.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Aún ni siquiera te tengo y ya tengo miedo de perderte,amor qe rápido se me ha clavado qe dentro todo este dolor. Es poco lo qe te conozco y ya pongo todo el juego a tu favor no tengo miedo de apostarte,perderte sí me da pavor.-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-3957297791864362273?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/3957297791864362273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/aun-ni-siquiera-te-tengo-y-ya-tengo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3957297791864362273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3957297791864362273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/aun-ni-siquiera-te-tengo-y-ya-tengo.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-7037233955621053306</id><published>2009-04-10T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:52:32.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hay amores, y hay amores qe matan y&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hay amores qe hieren tan duro qe la herida nunca sana.-*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-7037233955621053306?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/7037233955621053306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/hay-amores-y-hay-amores-qe-matan-y-hay.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7037233955621053306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7037233955621053306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/hay-amores-y-hay-amores-qe-matan-y-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-60046210965389541</id><published>2009-04-08T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:01:26.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;He pasado muchas horas de mi vida escuchando los dramas y problemas de los demás, como si yo fuera un recipiente en el que echarlo todo. No debe entenderse esto como una queja: hay personas que saben escuchar y otras que no (de hecho, la mayoría de la gente no sabe escuchar a los demás; no les interesa, les molesta incluso.) Lo qe ocurre, lo qe me frustra, es qe cuando yo he querido o necesitado contar alguna vez mis problemas y mis dramas, confiarme a alguien para desahogarme unos instantes, la mayoria ha rechazado escucharme. Nadie quiere escuchar a los demás, repito, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pero todos quieren ser escuchados por alguien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/9081228816973801006-60046210965389541?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/60046210965389541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-pasado-muchas-horas-de-mi-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/60046210965389541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/60046210965389541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-pasado-muchas-horas-de-mi-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-755001946927954173</id><published>2009-04-07T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:55:27.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eres lo qe tanto&lt;br /&gt;esperaba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo qe en sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;buscaba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y qe en ti descubrí.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-755001946927954173?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/755001946927954173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/eres-lo-qe-tanto-esperaba-lo-qe-en_07.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/755001946927954173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/755001946927954173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/eres-lo-qe-tanto-esperaba-lo-qe-en_07.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-704635790613736778</id><published>2009-04-06T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:00:06.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Una sola noche de trasnoche basta para volver ser la qe antes fuí &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tu eras para mi una mala costumbre&lt;/span&gt; solo un mal hábito de incertidumbre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-704635790613736778?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/704635790613736778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/una-sola-noche-de-trasnoche-basta-para.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/704635790613736778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/704635790613736778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/una-sola-noche-de-trasnoche-basta-para.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-7614049838247638277</id><published>2009-04-05T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:58:43.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahora lo que digo yo qe no confíen en nadie ni en su corazón con el qe menos piensas viene la traición ya saben qe no miento tengo la razón.-*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-7614049838247638277?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/7614049838247638277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahora-lo-que-digo-yo-qe-no-confien-en.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7614049838247638277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7614049838247638277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahora-lo-que-digo-yo-qe-no-confien-en.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-5579614158498369535</id><published>2009-04-03T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:40:55.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                   &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dios me libre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;de este AMOR.-*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-5579614158498369535?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/5579614158498369535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/dios-me-libre-de-este-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5579614158498369535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5579614158498369535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/dios-me-libre-de-este-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-5800635222427017657</id><published>2009-04-02T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:03:03.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No sigas a un amor que te hizo sufrir, un amor que un día se olvidó de ti y lo peor un amor que un día se fue de ti. No confíes en alguien que te dijo: "te lo juro" y luego, te reemplazó sin ningún dolor. Recuerda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quien se va sin ser echado, vuelve sin ser llamado"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338241149824674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SdWjcSSpbqI/AAAAAAAAASc/2mx69u6swTg/s320/1196567057_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Un amor que lloro y luego te reemplazo sin ningun dolor.. Me suena familiar esa frase demasiado familiar Alguien que juro.. que juro amar.. alguien que solo penso en su corazon.. a veces tenemos que sufrir por culpa de otros y lo que es peor pagar los errores de otros.. que injusto me parece.. nos hieren y quienes terminan con dolor? Nosotros por que el que nos hirio pocas veces aprende una leccion si no la aprende sigue siendo feliz como si nada pasara… es difícil sufrir por los demas.. pagar los errores de los demas..Sanar estas heridas cuesta un poco y volver a confiar mucho mas.. es difícil ser quien eras cuando por ser quien eras fuiste herido de tal manera y exponerte ahora es peligroso para ti. Quieres ser como eras.. tener la confianza que antes tenias tener la fe y caminar sin miedo como lo hacias.. Pero ahora? El miedo es tu fiel acompañante.. es quien a cada segundo te toma de la mano.. te guia.. el miedo se ha convertido en tu mejor amigo.. &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/9081228816973801006-5800635222427017657?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/5800635222427017657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-sigas-un-amor-que-te-hizo-sufrir-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5800635222427017657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5800635222427017657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-sigas-un-amor-que-te-hizo-sufrir-un.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SdWjcSSpbqI/AAAAAAAAASc/2mx69u6swTg/s72-c/1196567057_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-8706152180778766229</id><published>2009-04-01T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:50:45.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me dicen qe sea fuerte que los amores vienen y van&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eso de qe el tiempo cura las heridas es MENTIRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu ausencia es como el viento yo no te veo pero aun te siento no imaginaba que doliera tanto y poco a poco me vuelvo loca si fuera fácil, si fuera tan fácil yo no estuviera aqui llorando la nube negra ya hubiera despejado si fuera fácil, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;si fuera tan fácil yo estaría deseandote suerte no tendría estas ganas de verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pero no es tan fácil aun recuerdo tan claro ese día cuando te fuiste se me fué la vida lo único facil de mi gran dilema qe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;si volviera qe fácil fuera si fuera fácil&lt;/span&gt;.-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319982599380435778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SdRf_NdUg0I/AAAAAAAAASU/VWwiDJ-y_eQ/s320/1154302978_f.jpg" border="0" /&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/9081228816973801006-8706152180778766229?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/8706152180778766229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-dicen-qe-sea-fuerte-que-los-amores.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8706152180778766229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8706152180778766229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-dicen-qe-sea-fuerte-que-los-amores.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SdRf_NdUg0I/AAAAAAAAASU/VWwiDJ-y_eQ/s72-c/1154302978_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-728469387149824772</id><published>2009-03-31T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:01:06.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;La vida no es mas que un interminable ensayo de una obra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;qe jamás se estrenará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-728469387149824772?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/728469387149824772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-vida-no-es-mas-que-un-interminable.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/728469387149824772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/728469387149824772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-vida-no-es-mas-que-un-interminable.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-9028561303927677920</id><published>2009-03-28T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:14:16.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/Sc7LYjWYiKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FPco799EBFQ/s1600-h/1238117393135_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318411832637556898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/Sc7LYjWYiKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FPco799EBFQ/s400/1238117393135_f.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/9081228816973801006-9028561303927677920?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/9028561303927677920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/9028561303927677920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/9028561303927677920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/Sc7LYjWYiKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/FPco799EBFQ/s72-c/1238117393135_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-2270111227229266272</id><published>2009-03-27T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:45:32.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Qisiera decirte qe hoy estoy de maravilla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;qe no me ha afectado lo de tu partida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;pero con un dedo no se tapa el sol.&lt;/span&gt;&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/9081228816973801006-2270111227229266272?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2270111227229266272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/qisiera-decirte-qe-hoy-estoy-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2270111227229266272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2270111227229266272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/qisiera-decirte-qe-hoy-estoy-de.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-6049433484255450626</id><published>2009-03-26T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:11:57.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317711510979085826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScxOcd3qBgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gKrErt5wWj0/s400/n42863989691_8215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;# Se te olvidó que al marcharte de aquí yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quedé igual que tú libre para elegir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; hubo alguien qe se encargó de darme todo cada tarde qe se moría por llenarme de detalles y palabras amables&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubo alguien qe mientras tu vivías tu vida muy aparte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;se encargaba de la mía con coraje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;logró conquistarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-6049433484255450626?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/6049433484255450626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-te-olvido-que-al-marcharte-de-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6049433484255450626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6049433484255450626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-te-olvido-que-al-marcharte-de-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScxOcd3qBgI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gKrErt5wWj0/s72-c/n42863989691_8215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-4938890976017007148</id><published>2009-03-26T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:55:17.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Si estoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;LOCA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;es cosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Flashing Graphics" href="http://www.freeglitters.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Flashing Graphics" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h122/freeglitters/animatedphotos/9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-4938890976017007148?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/4938890976017007148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-estoy-loca-es-cosa-mia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4938890976017007148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4938890976017007148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-estoy-loca-es-cosa-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h122/freeglitters/animatedphotos/th_9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-2127473660890895821</id><published>2009-03-24T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:41:15.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El amor que un dia nos hizo vibrar se canso de dar y recibir a cambio besos marchitos besos de sal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lo que pudo ser como cuento de hadas fue una pesadilla de principio a fin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;tu con tu &lt;em&gt;mentiras y con tus engaños fueron arruinando todo mi existir ahora vienes a pedir que te perdone pero ya es muy tarde para perdonar por mi puedes mandarme un millon de flores no voy a volver nunca mas &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cuando una mujer decide olvidar no hay a nada en la tierra que le haga cambiar&lt;/span&gt; cuando una mujer se quita la piel se viste de nuevo con&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;otro querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuando una mujer decide olvidar se va para siempre y no vuelve jamas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-2127473660890895821?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2127473660890895821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-l-amor-que-un-dia-nos-hizo-vibrar-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2127473660890895821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2127473660890895821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-l-amor-que-un-dia-nos-hizo-vibrar-se.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-6744972118777809084</id><published>2009-03-20T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:01:28.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quien te dijo que podías derribarme, qien te dijo que mataste mi fe si creí que eras todo en mi vida me equivoqe te cedí todo mi territorio y aumente mis fronteras por ti y en el tiempo que duro tu mentira yo fui feliz y sin piedad revelaste tu intención jugaste tu partida y me creíste la perdedora eres tu el que perdió eres tu quien no entendió la pureza de mis ojos y la grandeza de mi amor tú te vas arrepentir no soy yo quien va a sufrir ahora sigue tu camino sigue viviendo pero sin mi.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315501462907645042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScR0avOt7HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FW1iCbT9LtM/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9081228816973801006-6744972118777809084?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/6744972118777809084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/quien-te-dijo-que-podias-derribarme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6744972118777809084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6744972118777809084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/quien-te-dijo-que-podias-derribarme.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScR0avOt7HI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FW1iCbT9LtM/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-1332207433485824196</id><published>2009-03-18T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:56:12.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScHVzGjvOII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ocDZIoarjwA/s1600-h/1219411103171_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314764109184448642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScHVzGjvOII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ocDZIoarjwA/s400/1219411103171_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScHVJA2KxLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/N883oKiMvFA/s1600-h/1143092823_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;¿Alguna vez te has preguntado por qué te enamoras de quien no debes?, ¿Alguna vez te ha ocurrido qe no entiendes cómo te interesas por personas que sabes que no te convienen y que pueden hacerte daño? ¿por qué se sienten atraídas por hombres inmaduros, incapaces de satisfacer sus necesidades emocionales?, ¿por qué les cuesta tanto poner fin a una relación&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;problemática&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Las mujeres que se sienten atraídas por hombres problemáticos, distantes, inaccesibles, suelen terminar amando al hombre equivocado y sufriendo por amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-1332207433485824196?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/1332207433485824196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/alguna-vez-te-has-preguntado-por-que-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1332207433485824196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1332207433485824196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/alguna-vez-te-has-preguntado-por-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScHVzGjvOII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ocDZIoarjwA/s72-c/1219411103171_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-8975729967146812328</id><published>2009-03-17T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:53:39.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;# Me habian dicho que el amor era asi yo no se porque no quise escuchar hoy te alejas y me toca vivir la experiencia mas amarga quizas me habian dicho que el amor era asi y hoy me encuentro que es la triste verdad que el querer esta amarrado a sufrir y el sufrir envuelto en la soledad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314325691958719202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScBHD3HucuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FywPcHOlpeY/s400/peloterooo..jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-8975729967146812328?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/8975729967146812328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-habian-dicho-que-el-amor-era-asi-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8975729967146812328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8975729967146812328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-habian-dicho-que-el-amor-era-asi-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/ScBHD3HucuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FywPcHOlpeY/s72-c/peloterooo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-945951310683010711</id><published>2009-03-11T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:50:40.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una palabra, una mirada tan solo un gesto busco de ti una sonrisa de esas que hablan que hacen sentir cosas que no me atrevo decirte una señal que le de vida a mi esperanza que puedas notar que esta mujer te qiere porqe estoy por primera vez sintiendo cosas que nunca pense buscando formas para acercarme pero no me ves qe estoy imaginando tu piel con mi piel los dos amandonos sin timidez soñando solo con que llegue el dia en que tu me digas te qiero tambien.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-945951310683010711?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/945951310683010711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/una-palabra-una-mirada-tan-solo-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/945951310683010711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/945951310683010711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/una-palabra-una-mirada-tan-solo-un.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-1968894628599828887</id><published>2009-03-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T12:54:38.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SbhAwuhEWVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sMAeWmc6eA0/s1600-h/Palermo+cn+Lu+Soultro+=)-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312066966348126546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SbhAwuhEWVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sMAeWmc6eA0/s400/Palermo+cn+Lu%2BSoultro+%3D)-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;# Quizas ahora yo me doy cuenta q me falta todo quizas tendre qe haber pensado en no dejarte ir quizas no hubiese terminado si no disfrazaba el beso de ilusion quizas no pase otro dia sin ahogarme en llanto quizas no hubiese terminado aunqe no estes aqui quizas el tiempo me ha enseñado qe no puedo sola qe me faltas tu quizas se me olvido decirte qe te qeria, qizas te ignore demasiado y ahora me he perdido y no se qe hacer vuelve qe sin ti no hay nada, no qeda mas nada solo hay un vacio no me qeda nada se qe te falle , se qe te ignore pero por favor escucha vuelve qe pasan los dias y me estoy muriendo qe aunqe estes muy lejos te sigo qeriendo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-1968894628599828887?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/1968894628599828887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/quizas-ahora-yo-me-doy-cuenta-q-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1968894628599828887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1968894628599828887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/quizas-ahora-yo-me-doy-cuenta-q-me.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SbhAwuhEWVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sMAeWmc6eA0/s72-c/Palermo+cn+Lu%2BSoultro+%3D)-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-6383130085991210523</id><published>2009-03-06T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:56:23.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SbHhu2PMwlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/s_15Tpt8lnc/s1600-h/DSC05065-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SbHhmr-ymDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/85pDqvFoo_A/s1600-h/DSC05065-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310273490403891250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SbHhmr-ymDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/85pDqvFoo_A/s400/DSC05065-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;# Si no miro a tus ojos es porque muero por verte si no toco hoy tus manos es porqe qiero tenerte. Si al venir tu, yo doy vuelta es porqe quiero abrazarte. Si en todo te contradigo es porque yo estoy contigo. Entre la espada y la pared entre mi amor y mi orgullo queriendo ser sol y siendo luna cosechando solo llanto. Entre la espada y la pared entre mi ayer y el presente doy cinco pasos hacia el frente y no tngo valor retrocedo otra vez y vuelvo a quedar como antes entre la espada y la pared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Si te soy indiferente es porque quiero buscarte. Si me escurro entre la gente es porque quiero encontrarte.&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-6383130085991210523?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/6383130085991210523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-no-miro-tus-ojos-es-porque-muero-por.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6383130085991210523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6383130085991210523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-no-miro-tus-ojos-es-porque-muero-por.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SbHhmr-ymDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/85pDqvFoo_A/s72-c/DSC05065-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-174945137776323974</id><published>2009-03-04T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:51:04.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/Sa9NgtgZwZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GybJ761OhBc/s1600-h/j-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309547710059757970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/Sa9NgtgZwZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GybJ761OhBc/s400/j-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;# Si me ves que estoy perdida o me sientes confundida por favor acércate y abrázame si me sientes muy distante o no río como antes ven aquí extiende tu mano, abrázame, porque estando aquí contigo ya no hay más miedo solo hay un camino y estas tú, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SOLO TU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tócame, abrázame que me brilla el mundo cuando lo haces, tócame, llévame terminemos solos este viaje, tócame, bésame así veo como el sol renace, tócame, llévame quiero estar solo contigo.~&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-174945137776323974?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/174945137776323974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-me-ves-que-estoy-perdida-o-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/174945137776323974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/174945137776323974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-me-ves-que-estoy-perdida-o-me.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/Sa9NgtgZwZI/AAAAAAAAAMo/GybJ761OhBc/s72-c/j-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-3402726248691201917</id><published>2009-03-03T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:52:05.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;«• Si algun dia te sientes solo no te olvides que yo aqui te &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;estare esperando siempre para darte mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tu sabes que mi cariño nunca se podra terminar y cada instante de mi vida mas te voy a extrañar&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;el tiempo no borrara tus besos que me hicieron feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;y mi piel&lt;/span&gt; inventara &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;soñando que regresas a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; si algun dia no tienes para donde volar o te hicieron llorar recuerda que mi corazon te sigue amando igual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;si algun dia tus labios se quedaron con sed aqui siempre estare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; guardando en mi amor la miel que tu puedas beber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si algun dia quieres volver volve.•»&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-3402726248691201917?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/3402726248691201917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-algun-dia-te-sientes-solo-no-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3402726248691201917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3402726248691201917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-algun-dia-te-sientes-solo-no-te.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-1384330674131029989</id><published>2009-02-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:54:52.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SZEWosMLfCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PJ1N_aMWZ4c/s1600-h/1220544068898_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301043124704607266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SZEWosMLfCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PJ1N_aMWZ4c/s320/1220544068898_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me muero por explicarte, lo que pasa por mi mente,me muero por entregarte y seguir siendo capaz de sorprenderte, sentir cada dia, ese flechazo al verte,qué más dará lo que digan,que más dará lo que piensen,si estoy loca es cosa mia,y ahora vuelvo a mirar el mundo a mi favor, vuelvo a ver brillar la luz del sol me muero por conocerte saber que es lo que piensas abrir todas tus puertas y vencer esas tormentas que nos quieran abatir centrar en tus ojos mi mirada cantar contigo al alba besarnos hasta desgastarnos nuestros labios, y ver en tus rostro cada dia crecer esa semilla crear soñar dejar todo surgir, aparcando el miedo a sufrir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-1384330674131029989?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/1384330674131029989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-muero-por-explicarte-lo-que-pasa-por.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1384330674131029989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1384330674131029989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-muero-por-explicarte-lo-que-pasa-por.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SZEWosMLfCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PJ1N_aMWZ4c/s72-c/1220544068898_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-2964332269987924685</id><published>2009-02-06T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:45:12.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que triste es el amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cuando se aleja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;que feo es extrañar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cuando te dejan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;y te quedas &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sola así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-2964332269987924685?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2964332269987924685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-triste-es-el-amor-cuando-se-aleja.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2964332269987924685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2964332269987924685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-triste-es-el-amor-cuando-se-aleja.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-9151590264295356388</id><published>2009-02-06T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:00:18.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SYxQFD4hvvI/AAAAAAAAALI/xWck0ZfPATQ/s1600-h/DSC05798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299698909380198130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SYxQFD4hvvI/AAAAAAAAALI/xWck0ZfPATQ/s400/DSC05798.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/9081228816973801006-9151590264295356388?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/9151590264295356388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/9151590264295356388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/9151590264295356388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SYxQFD4hvvI/AAAAAAAAALI/xWck0ZfPATQ/s72-c/DSC05798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-7462977700460781068</id><published>2009-02-04T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:29:51.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINJIR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;QE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TODO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ESTA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PERFECTO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;MIENTRAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;DUELE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-7462977700460781068?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/7462977700460781068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/02/finjir-qe-todo-esta-perfecto-mientras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7462977700460781068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7462977700460781068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/02/finjir-qe-todo-esta-perfecto-mientras.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-2172653384477908684</id><published>2009-01-30T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:26:12.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SYMqCH0-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pge2l5_KRoA/s1600-h/n1526733559_30153384_5674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297123802667181058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SYMqCH0-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pge2l5_KRoA/s400/n1526733559_30153384_5674.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/9081228816973801006-2172653384477908684?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2172653384477908684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2172653384477908684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2172653384477908684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SYMqCH0-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pge2l5_KRoA/s72-c/n1526733559_30153384_5674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-4212148891700641957</id><published>2009-01-26T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:14:10.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dime que a ti no te ha pasado que solo te has enamorado has llorado suplicado y a ese corazón no has conquistado dime a quien no le has dicho no y en su corazón teniendo una ilusión sientes que algo no se termino pero entiende que así es el amor quien no llora por amor quien no sufre cuando pierde una ilusión dime a quién no lo han cambiado por otra piel o por otros labios tú te sientes tan traicionado que del amor muchos se han olvidado entiende amigo qe el amor es así nos hace feliz también nos hace sufrir nunca pienses que no encontraras quien te pueda a ti amar.#&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/9081228816973801006-4212148891700641957?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/4212148891700641957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/dime-que-ti-no-te-ha-pasado-que-solo-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4212148891700641957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4212148891700641957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/dime-que-ti-no-te-ha-pasado-que-solo-te.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-4844324777610677630</id><published>2009-01-23T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:56:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXqetE2S30I/AAAAAAAAAKA/qaubkbMGAK8/s1600-h/1209349305_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294718809160212290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXqetE2S30I/AAAAAAAAAKA/qaubkbMGAK8/s400/1209349305_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LO SABIAS.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9081228816973801006-4844324777610677630?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/4844324777610677630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/lo-sabias.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4844324777610677630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4844324777610677630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/lo-sabias.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXqetE2S30I/AAAAAAAAAKA/qaubkbMGAK8/s72-c/1209349305_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-6159729717603485559</id><published>2009-01-22T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:17:28.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Qiero a mi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EDWARD CULLEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294322152162114706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXk18mYavJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ELJrj5yHe8E/s400/CORAZOONNNN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9081228816973801006-6159729717603485559?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/6159729717603485559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/qiero-mi-edward-cullen.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6159729717603485559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6159729717603485559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/qiero-mi-edward-cullen.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXk18mYavJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ELJrj5yHe8E/s72-c/CORAZOONNNN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-7426905839663349930</id><published>2009-01-21T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:56:17.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXfuSSKXfkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rewyBytK_40/s1600-h/corazon_con_parche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293961884877684290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXfuSSKXfkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rewyBytK_40/s320/corazon_con_parche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;# Quiero volver a besar tus labios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;quiero recordar esa corta historia que en tan poco tiempo me dejo recuerdos mas de mil recuerdos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y se que esto es amor no es solo un capricho porque ayer te vi y me has sorprendido noto que has cambiado estas mucho mas bonito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;quiero que vuelva nuevamente tu sonrisa a llenar mi vida de esperanza.#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-7426905839663349930?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/7426905839663349930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiero-volver-besar-tus-labios-quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7426905839663349930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/7426905839663349930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiero-volver-besar-tus-labios-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXfuSSKXfkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rewyBytK_40/s72-c/corazon_con_parche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-5205683211901452560</id><published>2009-01-20T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:15:19.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXZ21AJv6QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2cuOopBaqsM/s1600-h/DSC05487-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293549064966629634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXZ21AJv6QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2cuOopBaqsM/s320/DSC05487-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«• Dudas por que jamás te digo nada cariñoso por que me encuentras distraída como una tonta. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tú no sabes que en verdad es por tu amor&lt;/span&gt;. Dudas y me preguntas por quien hago estas canciones, y será el que me despertara emociones. Y &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;te aseguro que &lt;em&gt;no hay nadie mas que tu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .Y yo te juro no hay nadie, que me haga ver el universo no, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no hay nadie que me haga sentir con un beso asi en el aire&lt;/span&gt;, y que en sus ojos lleve puesto tanto amor, y yo te juro no hay nadie, y mas que niño caprichoso eres un ángel, si te entristece llorar solo inconsolable, y &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te juro &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no hay nadie que iguale tu amor&lt;/span&gt;. •»&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-5205683211901452560?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/5205683211901452560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/dudas-por-que-jams-te-digo-nada-carioso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5205683211901452560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5205683211901452560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/dudas-por-que-jams-te-digo-nada-carioso.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SXZ21AJv6QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2cuOopBaqsM/s72-c/DSC05487-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-1817384473934501758</id><published>2009-01-14T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:47:12.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SW6a-s9qq3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/h5_XMYqGi0w/s1600-h/1231888287320_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e llegado a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;confundir con la ternura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;la lastima con qe a veces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-1817384473934501758?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/1817384473934501758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-e-llegado-confundir-con-la-ternura-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1817384473934501758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1817384473934501758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-e-llegado-confundir-con-la-ternura-la.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-8137382391022432153</id><published>2009-01-12T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:46:43.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWwIm78wvUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y_86Ce02jzQ/s1600-h/DSC05536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290613127274085698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWwIm78wvUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y_86Ce02jzQ/s400/DSC05536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Llevame a la estacion espero que te vuelva a ver ya no puedo evitar esta sensacion de soledad si asi es como querés yo me ire muy muy lejos si asi es como lo ves solamente te pido algo dejame que te toque la piel dejame que yo te pueda ver te dire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;solo adios no se cuanto hacia que no estaba bien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a veces buscás a veces ganás y otras perdés&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;entonces quieres ver una luz en la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;buscando una razon para un corazon hecho pedazos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dejame que yo pruebe tu miel dejame que te toque otra vez por que no he de entender si esta dicho,es tan duro no simules piedad tengo mis ojos encima tuyo solo te dire dejame que te toque la piel dejame que yo te pueda ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;dejame que yo pruebe tu miel dejame que te toque otra vez.;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&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/9081228816973801006-8137382391022432153?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/8137382391022432153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/llevame-la-estacion-espero-que-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8137382391022432153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8137382391022432153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/llevame-la-estacion-espero-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWwIm78wvUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Y_86Ce02jzQ/s72-c/DSC05536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-6273054377741257622</id><published>2009-01-10T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:31:32.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289776226053062978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWkPc38zAUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_XDYy3Mzpo4/s320/DSC04911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ya habia desilucion, dolor y resignacion el tiempo supo esperar y asi lo deje de amar no habia mas que decir habia llegado el fin hacia 2 años ya que no me lo encontraba estaba aprendiendo como vivir ya de ti me olvidaba cuando te vi con la mirada desesperada y fue tan fuerte volver a verte sufri tanto tiempo por ti hasta mirarte, recuperarte y saber que te irias sin mi y fue tan fuerte volver a creer en los 2 basto mirarte volver a amarte para&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;perderte de nuevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/9081228816973801006-6273054377741257622?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/6273054377741257622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/ya-habia-desilucion-dolor-y-resignacion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6273054377741257622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/6273054377741257622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/ya-habia-desilucion-dolor-y-resignacion.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWkPc38zAUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_XDYy3Mzpo4/s72-c/DSC04911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-5907986048146536788</id><published>2009-01-09T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:32:01.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Te haré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;olvidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;lo que te hizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; sufrir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;no vas a caer mientras que estés&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;junto a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&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/9081228816973801006-5907986048146536788?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/5907986048146536788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-e-har-olvidar-lo-que-te-hizo-sufrir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5907986048146536788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5907986048146536788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-e-har-olvidar-lo-que-te-hizo-sufrir.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-3015797732493194997</id><published>2009-01-06T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:32:30.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWQkRk1V2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P9Lz8zf7NdE/s1600-h/1226070185195_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288391746803587474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWQkRk1V2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P9Lz8zf7NdE/s320/1226070185195_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;odo se hace trizas cuando un amor se va qeda un gran vacio imposible d llenar y nace un recuerdo en cada paso qe da vuelven los momentos vividos tiempo atras crece la distancia cuando un amor se va muere la esperanza muere la felicidad te parece un sueño algo qe nunca sucedio qe ya no estamos juntos y qe todo termino y estas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;llorando recordando cada instante cada lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ya no queda mas nada y la vida se apaga si un amor se va y vivis pensando esperando si una noche volvera ya no importa mas nada por que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;todo se apaga si un amor se va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.#&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-3015797732493194997?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/3015797732493194997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-odo-se-hace-trizas-cuando-un-amor-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3015797732493194997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3015797732493194997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-odo-se-hace-trizas-cuando-un-amor-se.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWQkRk1V2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/P9Lz8zf7NdE/s72-c/1226070185195_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-4529223220609364156</id><published>2009-01-04T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:32:59.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWGhBtdjJtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mT84O4OIDL4/s1600-h/DSC05501-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287684488265148114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWGhBtdjJtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mT84O4OIDL4/s400/DSC05501-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~ En el silencio de mi habitación aún siento el murmullo de tu voz lastimándome como un dulce adiós,dejándome vacío el corazón. Casi no duermo, ya he vuelto a fumar cada recuerdo es una lágrima no sé cómo hacer, para estar de pie siempre me digo que es la última vez y vuelvo a caer, cuando pienso en ti no soy nada sin ti y no puedo olvidarte si te veo en todas partes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;si en el último beso, me robaste el aliento y no puedo olvidarte si te llevo en la sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,si en el último abrazo, aún me pierdo despacio.y no puedo olvidarte y no encuentro aún algún antídoto,para entender que todo terminó &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;intento salir de la soledad,darle al destino una oportunidad mas vuelvo a caer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cuando pienso en ti no soy nada sin ti no sé cómo,no sé cuándo,olvidarte,me hace daño.~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-4529223220609364156?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/4529223220609364156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/en-el-silencio-de-mi-habitacin-siento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4529223220609364156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4529223220609364156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2009/01/en-el-silencio-de-mi-habitacin-siento.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWGhBtdjJtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mT84O4OIDL4/s72-c/DSC05501-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-2926197452733935784</id><published>2008-12-29T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:47:59.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285383608557893874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVl0Y4nD-PI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BwpJoDUu8_U/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ Te guardo en esta caja musical de mis recuerdos, casa uno de los momentos, de imagenes que se han muerto, mi cuerpo, se siente vacio y solo, sin sentimientos muertos en este corazón roto. Hay cosas que se pierden y no encuentras un por qué, hay obstaculos que pueden hacerte caer, hay momentos en qe t entran ganas de abandonar todo hay siempre un sentimiento muerto en un corazón roto,hay un sentimiento muerto en mi organo vital, mi corazón muerto recluso en una caja musical, olvidar es engañarse a uno mismo no te mientas tngo la esperanza de ver si mi corazón despierta pese a todo hay que avanzar en este lado del cristal, en el cual estaría solo alejado de todo el mal, tdos tenemos una historia qe contar y tmb un cuento casi perfecto pero con final, buscas evadirte con tus vicios, yo tengo sueños, pesadillas en las que me asfixio desde aquel día busco tus besos en fantasía, diría que la pena fluye en esta melodía, junto a mi voz, sin ganas, muerta por soledad, aún recuerdo aquel adiós, aquel adiós con frialdad.;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/9081228816973801006-2926197452733935784?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2926197452733935784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/te-guardo-en-esta-caja-musical-de-mis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2926197452733935784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2926197452733935784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/te-guardo-en-esta-caja-musical-de-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVl0Y4nD-PI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BwpJoDUu8_U/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-5455259960160866677</id><published>2008-12-25T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:43:13.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVROukmcG5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TlI3hCTuhmw/s1600-h/DSC04986-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283934824818285458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVROukmcG5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TlI3hCTuhmw/s320/DSC04986-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVRNTloFBsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/luWsUOnMUg8/s1600-h/DSC04986.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;«•No hay dia que pase que yo no me acuerde de ti no hay labios que bese que no, no me sepan a ti tu te quedaste para siempre aqui en mi pensamiento tu me dominas tienes el control de mis sentimientos..He tratado de olvidarte y todavia no lo consigo y es que cada anochecer deseo estar contigo he tratado de olvidarte y todavia no lo consigo que me hiciste, que me diste que quede por tu amor mal herida.•»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9081228816973801006-5455259960160866677?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/5455259960160866677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-hay-dia-que-pase-que-yo-no-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5455259960160866677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/5455259960160866677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-hay-dia-que-pase-que-yo-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVROukmcG5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/TlI3hCTuhmw/s72-c/DSC04986-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-644634394096282235</id><published>2008-12-23T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:52:46.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVGqtp2TI8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UZFf-4yy34Q/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283191539186738114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVGqtp2TI8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UZFf-4yy34Q/s320/DSC05306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~ Qué bueno era el amor quiero volver a amar una vez más me vuelvo a equivocar no puedo descifrar, cuál es la señal que enciende el fuego de nuestro amor ¿qué hay debajo del disfraz? quién se esconde y quién es que está acá estoy cansada de vivir en tu locura pero hay veces que no lo puedo evitar y empiezo a recordar.&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/9081228816973801006-644634394096282235?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/644634394096282235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/qu-bueno-era-el-amor-quiero-volver-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/644634394096282235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/644634394096282235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/qu-bueno-era-el-amor-quiero-volver-amar.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVGqtp2TI8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UZFf-4yy34Q/s72-c/DSC05306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-8998005556205028852</id><published>2008-12-22T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:43:33.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Principes&lt;/span&gt; en las &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;novelas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y hombres&lt;/span&gt; sobre la tierra&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282833721021945314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVBlR5T31eI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Cj14t5DQViU/s320/DSC05288-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-8998005556205028852?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/8998005556205028852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/principes-en-las-novelas-y-hombres.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8998005556205028852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8998005556205028852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/principes-en-las-novelas-y-hombres.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SVBlR5T31eI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Cj14t5DQViU/s72-c/DSC05288-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-3975422115780693284</id><published>2008-12-22T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:24:05.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El poder siempre manda si para tenerte aquí había que maltratarte ! no puedo hacerlo, sos mi dios te veo, me sonrojo y tiemblo qué idiota te hace el amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-3975422115780693284?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/3975422115780693284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-poder-siempre-manda-si-para-tenerte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3975422115780693284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3975422115780693284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-poder-siempre-manda-si-para-tenerte.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-326537248078683617</id><published>2008-12-21T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:44:02.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si tuviera que elegir entre la luz de la mañana y la luz de su mirada cuando se mete aquí en mi alma. Si tuviera que elegir de mil amores los que quiera, o tenerlo a el solito mientras dure la existencia. Si tuviera que elegir entre sufrir su amor de vuelta, si vivir en un palacio o morir frente a su puerta, me quedo con sus manos calzándole a mi piel, me quedo con su angustia a un paso de caer, me quedo con su cuerpo las horas que hagan falta lo quiero así: queriéndome. Me quedo como estaba a su lado y a sus pies, me quedo con los sueños que tuve y no logré, me quedo con su cuerpo las horas que hagan falta, con todo lo que sé y lo que no sé. Si tuviera que elegir entre las siete maravillas o pegado aquí en mis labios siete noches, siete días. Si tuviera que elegir entre un millón de soledades, me quedaba con la suya, es el mejor de mis males.&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/9081228816973801006-326537248078683617?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/326537248078683617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/si-tuviera-que-elegir-entre-la-luz-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/326537248078683617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/326537248078683617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/si-tuviera-que-elegir-entre-la-luz-de.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-656023495925940143</id><published>2008-12-19T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:40:39.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUv4hfirUZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QecJpGdRIh8/s1600-h/1229637656104_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281588242308354450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUv4hfirUZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QecJpGdRIh8/s320/1229637656104_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;«• De vos murió todo y solo quedo un algo,ahora no entiendo quien sos, ahora no te conozco, tu voz no suena igual ,tus palabras ya no me alegran,tu imagen es mas oscura , pero a pesar de todo nunca voy a olvidar qe vos y yo fuimos lo qe nunca fuimos.•»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-656023495925940143?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/656023495925940143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-vos-muri-todo-y-solo-quedo-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/656023495925940143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/656023495925940143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/de-vos-muri-todo-y-solo-quedo-un.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUv4hfirUZI/AAAAAAAAAFo/QecJpGdRIh8/s72-c/1229637656104_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-4391931787650841555</id><published>2008-12-18T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:35:11.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUq5gURTfSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lgRiriXswlQ/s1600-h/1220130332925_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281237477893569826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUq5gURTfSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lgRiriXswlQ/s320/1220130332925_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;« He atacado camas de otros y he robado besos sin rostros y he buscado en miles de pozos algo que viva, algo que mate algo que escuche y algo que mire algo que escriba, algo que borre algo en el viento, algo en la lluvia, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;algo de vos&lt;/span&gt;.»&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-4391931787650841555?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/4391931787650841555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-atacado-camas-de-otros-y-he-robado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4391931787650841555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4391931787650841555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-atacado-camas-de-otros-y-he-robado.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUq5gURTfSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/lgRiriXswlQ/s72-c/1220130332925_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-1654066183375305980</id><published>2008-12-17T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:38:24.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-90.slide.com/widgets/themepic.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919784336784&amp;amp;site=widget-90.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919784336784&amp;amp;map=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-90.slide.com/z1/3386706919784336784/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUlwnWNBpdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gzm5ru2iDwo/s320/1220407364293_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Los amores juveniles son así. Obsesivos, absolutos: a todo o nada. Lo doloroso es que definitivamente así se quede una: siendo una maldita obsesiva. Supuse que tenía que superarlo pero nada parece cambiar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-1903033562444888960?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/1903033562444888960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/los-amores-juveniles-son-as.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1903033562444888960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/1903033562444888960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/los-amores-juveniles-son-as.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUlwnWNBpdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gzm5ru2iDwo/s72-c/1220407364293_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-4148005052320818773</id><published>2008-12-16T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:48:57.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Amo Gilas.♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUiIgo45mLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aaYJ9NeCSmg/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280620657405171890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUiIgo45mLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aaYJ9NeCSmg/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o importa el lugar el sol es siempre igual no importa si es recuerdo o es algo que vendra no importa cuanto hay en tus bolsillos hoy sin nada hemos venido y nos iremos igual pero siempre estaran en mi esos buenos momentos que pasamos sin saber no importa donde estas si vienes o si vas la vida es un camino un camino para andar si hay algo que esconder o hay algo que decir siempre sera un amigo el primero en saber porque siempre estaran en mi esos buenos momentos que pasamos sin saber que un amigo es una luz brillando en la oscuridad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;siempre seras mi amigo no importa nada mas.★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9081228816973801006-4148005052320818773?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/4148005052320818773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/las-amo-gilas-de-mi-corazon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4148005052320818773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4148005052320818773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/las-amo-gilas-de-mi-corazon.html' title='Las Amo Gilas.♥'/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUiIgo45mLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aaYJ9NeCSmg/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-3973804920917366865</id><published>2008-12-16T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:46:36.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUgA8Y2fr8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ywDmKNXRTf0/s1600-h/DSC05042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280471600555077570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUgA8Y2fr8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ywDmKNXRTf0/s320/DSC05042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ace tiempo que queria decirte esto y no habia tenido el valor pero no aguanto mas y escucha hoy quiero decirte todo lo que siento pues no aguanto mas es un sentimiento que llevo muy dentro que hoy puedo callar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siempre que tu pasas por mi lado yo comienzo a temblar me miras y sonries siempre tan atento sin sospechar que yo te quiero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y que daria mi vida y mas por que te sintieras igual.Si tu me amaras bajaria el cielo a tus pies si tu me dejaras acercarme solo una ves todo si tu quisieras te doy mi vida entera si tu me amaras&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vienen a mi mente todos los recuerdos de aquel dia en que te conoci&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin decirte nada solo una mirada descubri que eras todo lo que un dia pedi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mira quien soy en verdad alguien que te quiere amar y que daria mi vida y mas por que te sintieras igual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-3973804920917366865?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/3973804920917366865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-ace-tiempo-que-queria-decirte-esto-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3973804920917366865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/3973804920917366865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-ace-tiempo-que-queria-decirte-esto-y.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUgA8Y2fr8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/ywDmKNXRTf0/s72-c/DSC05042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-8496279886306746326</id><published>2008-12-15T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:03:27.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUcactvspYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mM-hmPHbrjc/s1600-h/ojitos..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218168733508994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUcactvspYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mM-hmPHbrjc/s400/ojitos..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is ojos se acostumbraron para ti solamente.Y hoy lloran porque tu presencia se disolvió entre el odio,el rencor la desesperación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-8496279886306746326?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/8496279886306746326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-is-ojos-se-acostumbraron-para-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8496279886306746326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8496279886306746326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-is-ojos-se-acostumbraron-para-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUcactvspYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mM-hmPHbrjc/s72-c/ojitos..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-2623813159600078190</id><published>2008-12-15T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:50:15.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUakzg5Aq1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ni4vxEjlbLo/s1600-h/DSC05112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280088818047822674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUakzg5Aq1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ni4vxEjlbLo/s320/DSC05112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;veces pienso que todo lo que nos rodea es un espejo. Cuando nos miramos al espejo, ¿lo hacemos para ver como nos ven los demás?, ¿o para ver si el espejo nos devuelve la imagen que tenemos de nosotros mismos?.A veces lo que más odiamos de las demás, es un reflejo de lo que más odiamos de nosotros mismos. Los espejos pueden ser traicioneros, uno puede perderse en el espejo, como Narciso, que de tan enamorado de sí mismo, de tanto mirarse en un reflejo en el lago, se ahogó.Hay espejos en los que queremos reflejarnos, hay espejos en los que uno ve lo que quiere ver, hay espejos en los que no queremos mirarnos, hay espejos en los que uno no se reconoce. Si no te gusta lo que ves en el espejo, no ganás nada rompiendoló, uno elige que ver e el espejo, puedeser ese rasgo que detesta, o puede ver que tiene una sonrisa hermosa. ¿ Quién no miró alguna vez en un espejo una imagen de sí mismo que no le gustó ?.No hay que luchar contra el espejo, es una pelea perdida de antemano, sin sentido. Si no te gusta lo que vs en el espejo, reite, te vas a empezar a gustar un poco más.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El espejo no miente, el espejo nos muestra las cosas tal cual son, nos muestra lo que tenemos y también nos muestra lo que nos falta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-2623813159600078190?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/2623813159600078190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/veces-pienso-que-todo-lo-que-nos-rodea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2623813159600078190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/2623813159600078190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/veces-pienso-que-todo-lo-que-nos-rodea.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUakzg5Aq1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ni4vxEjlbLo/s72-c/DSC05112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-8973815715963201556</id><published>2008-12-15T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:49:31.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ara amarte necesito una razón y es difícil creer que no exista una más que este amor sobra tanto dentro de este corazónque a pesar de que dicen que los años son sabios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; todavia se siente el dolor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;porque todo el tiempo que pasé junto a ti dejo tejido su hilo dentro de mi y aprendí a quitarle al tiempo los segundos tú mi hiciste ver el cielo aún más profundo junto a ti creo que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aumenté más de 3 kilos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;con tus tantos dulces besos repartidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;desarrollaste mi sentido del olfato y fué por ti queaprendí a querer los gatos despegaste del cemento mis zapatos para escapar los dos volando un rato pero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;olvidaste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;una final&lt;/span&gt; instruccion porque aún no sé como vivir sin tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; descubrí lo que significa una rosa me enseñaste decir mentiras piadosas para poder a verte a horas no adecuadas y a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;reemplazar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"&gt;palabras por miradas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;y fué por ti que escribí más de 100 canciones y hasta perdoné tus equivocaciones y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;conocí más de mil formas de besar y fué por ti que descrubí lo que es amar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/9081228816973801006-8973815715963201556?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/8973815715963201556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/p-ara-amarte-necesito-una-razn-y-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8973815715963201556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/8973815715963201556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/p-ara-amarte-necesito-una-razn-y-es.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-400511529369757380</id><published>2008-12-14T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:48:39.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUXeeivNEaI/AAAAAAAAACs/11VDIC6VGUg/s1600-h/1206590432_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279870754464010658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUXeeivNEaI/AAAAAAAAACs/11VDIC6VGUg/s320/1206590432_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El más difícil no es el primer beso, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sino el último&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-400511529369757380?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/400511529369757380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-ms-difcil-no-es-el-primer-beso-sino.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/400511529369757380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/400511529369757380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/el-ms-difcil-no-es-el-primer-beso-sino.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUXeeivNEaI/AAAAAAAAACs/11VDIC6VGUg/s72-c/1206590432_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-4317748213763239438</id><published>2008-12-14T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:48:21.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUWtibv2IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-esRaCsVd3o/s1600-h/DSC04980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279816945237368914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUWtibv2IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-esRaCsVd3o/s200/DSC04980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUWqnIk3F2I/AAAAAAAAACI/c0OAtS-UFqA/s1600-h/DSC04980.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dame una razon para no estar en tus brazos o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;dame una pocion para olvidar tu besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yo quiero mirarte siempre en ti recorrer caricias por tu piel y que tu amor y el mio sean un solo latido y con este amor prohibido yo quiero sentir que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;esto no es un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;capricho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;desde que te ví&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;y que tu corazon necesito hoy en cada gota de amor aliviando este dolor dime por favor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quien me mando quererte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;desde que tu estas vivo este amor sagrado &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo quiero mirarte siempre en mi recorrer caricias por tu piel y que tu amor y el mio sean un solo latido&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;.♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081228816973801006-4317748213763239438?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/4317748213763239438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/dame-una-razon-para-no-estar-en-tus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4317748213763239438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/4317748213763239438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/dame-una-razon-para-no-estar-en-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUWtibv2IFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-esRaCsVd3o/s72-c/DSC04980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081228816973801006.post-761151303170444539</id><published>2008-12-13T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:47:28.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SI ACEPTO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUSd7SXQdnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4izBpgubSGE/s1600-h/DSC05034-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279518305052292722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUSd7SXQdnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4izBpgubSGE/s320/DSC05034-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é pocas cosas pero todas tienen que ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con amar y ser amado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con respetarse y aceptarse. Ninguna de ellas tiene que ver con someterse sino con&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;aprender y tolerar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;¿Será que amar no se trata de fundirse y perderse en el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;otro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;¿Será que se trata de dos individuos que crecen juntos?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aceptar al otro es tenerle fé, respetar sus tiempos, sus espacios, entender sus silencios y esperar sus señales. Para aceptar primero hay que conocer, lo que se ve del otro y lo que no se ve, y así puedo decir:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;te conozco, y porque te conozco te elijo y porque te elijo te acepto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;porque me aceptas, soy feliz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;También acepto la sorpresa, porque siendo dos, al volver a casa ya no encontraré todo como lo deje, habrá otro con su mundo, un mundo que engrandece el mío. Hay que saber cual es el debe y el haber. Aceptar al otro es aceptar lo mejor de nosotros mismos porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;quien nos elije nos devuelve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;puro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;amor por amor, y a semejante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;amor por supuesto le digo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SI, ACEPTO&lt;/span&gt;&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/9081228816973801006-761151303170444539?l=algo-de-voss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/feeds/761151303170444539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/si-acepto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/761151303170444539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081228816973801006/posts/default/761151303170444539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algo-de-voss.blogspot.com/2008/12/si-acepto.html' title='SI ACEPTO.'/><author><name>criia7uraavd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562070538235509370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SWeLg4oq30I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uUgxyCeAFQk/S220/1231059915288_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R1oUNcX107g/SUSd7SXQdnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4izBpgubSGE/s72-c/DSC05034-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
