<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5445444298706136417</id><updated>2024-11-08T06:46:22.435-08:00</updated><category term="Poesía"/><title type='text'>carretadeletras</title><subtitle type='html'>Para hacer amigos la escritura es un modo. Exponer, compartir o criticar sanamente ideas propias. Las presento sin afan de lucimiento, al contrario tengo la intención de encontrar almas gemelas y/o hacer amistad -no importa el género- intercambiar intereses, punto de opinión. No sé el lugar ni el tiempo pero estoy aquí, volando hasta encontrar alguna molécula, célula, individuo, sujeto, átomo o persona que quiera parlar, leer o escribir e intercambiar a través de la ciudad de los blogs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-6139250068355036151</id><published>2010-01-01T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:55:25.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujer divina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Frío vértigo del viento en la cumbre&lt;br /&gt;
Que atraviesa mi erguida espalda.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7lgztbd6YHj8sfWUMMrRvHVkQmyBrU2Svp42P7hQXO3v4wxQLhyphenhyphenqD-gU1S8Cg6cLWSVSy8zw4t_i0P2LcdBloouut7ORxu1ePaaGsUQeJlbD-niqV1Je397Q1OJtg_IwTeJpoorItqJU/s1600/tulipanes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;214&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7lgztbd6YHj8sfWUMMrRvHVkQmyBrU2Svp42P7hQXO3v4wxQLhyphenhyphenqD-gU1S8Cg6cLWSVSy8zw4t_i0P2LcdBloouut7ORxu1ePaaGsUQeJlbD-niqV1Je397Q1OJtg_IwTeJpoorItqJU/s320/tulipanes.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sin que lo sepas, el sino de cualquier silencio &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Tú nombre taladra con mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;
cada rincón de mis venas&lt;br /&gt;
Y...&lt;br /&gt;
Estremeces mi felicidad&lt;br /&gt;
Que arde&amp;nbsp; dentro de mis entrañas.&lt;br /&gt;
…Y estoy atrapado en tu maraña&lt;br /&gt;
como el árbol al suelo&lt;br /&gt;
como las olas al mar&lt;br /&gt;
como el encanto de tus ojos negros&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...tú voz en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;
tu aroma en el aire que respiro&lt;br /&gt;
tu cuerpo en mis manos que te toman&lt;br /&gt;
...tus labios en mi boca&lt;br /&gt;
que prenden la hoguera de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;
como el verde de la primavera&lt;br /&gt;
como el frío de la mañana&lt;br /&gt;
que se escapa con los dardos del sol.&lt;br /&gt;
...e Iluminas mi cielo...&lt;br /&gt;
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esperando la ruta nueva...&lt;br /&gt;
de amarte sin descanso:&lt;br /&gt;
mi sensual Nocturna.&lt;br /&gt;
mi dulce Melibea,&lt;br /&gt;
mi paciente Penélope&lt;br /&gt;
mi indómita Scarlet.&lt;br /&gt;
mi exótica Raratonga&lt;br /&gt;
mi anhelada Monroe&lt;br /&gt;
mi beata Teresa de Jesús&lt;br /&gt;
mi perenne Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;
mi inolvidable Semiramis&lt;br /&gt;
...interminable trayecto de musas desfilando&lt;br /&gt;
Tanto arco iris&lt;br /&gt;
turbó mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;
tanta nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;
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Mujer de &amp;nbsp;mil encantos. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
el viento epistémico &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
glorifica tu sortilegios &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
pues &amp;nbsp;&quot;Siempre habrá una bendición hecha mujer... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
...y vestida de misterio.&lt;br /&gt;
¿Cómo te bendigo, sí ya eres santa?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0nLb1Gagq1A6Ivc82XABpMRF5l4GdrzEFSxzF3amfSmLFOaB7OKlgYXLsajD8p7dDOqq9GyvFhNmHriCOLueaAiirAnHPpd1jyKJ-Cavl0dEQZSMgSztRNKKsaXTYzstThmJkSxV8Tc/s1600/quilote+literario.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0nLb1Gagq1A6Ivc82XABpMRF5l4GdrzEFSxzF3amfSmLFOaB7OKlgYXLsajD8p7dDOqq9GyvFhNmHriCOLueaAiirAnHPpd1jyKJ-Cavl0dEQZSMgSztRNKKsaXTYzstThmJkSxV8Tc/s320/quilote+literario.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Escuché chasquidos en las esquinas. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Quejumbres en los muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Risitas sobre la mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Deslices en las caras de los muebles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Ecos en los profundos &amp;nbsp;libros&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Conglomerados de arañas &amp;nbsp;en las hojas blancas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Sueños de lecturas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Abismos en cajas de objetos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Brillos oscilantes en el toma corriente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Reflejos en los espejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Descensos entre los ropajes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Murmullos bajo &amp;nbsp;las sábanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Trote de cintas audibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Ondas de luz dibujando ocasos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Tropezones de zapatos ansiosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Moldes de sentaderas temporales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Maletas cuchicheando viajes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNXqCJ0Erc6eKEsiTqxDl4SFr8ixJqV8ojJV9Vs6R1pRfoKxrxSDhXUx8YlrDGT7LkeHsdUVpyxNXxofL7tbNB7T-0_nW92HPj4Qj45xEbzlR0yg411KEi1IG6FpeKaE2BtC64o4XDzw/s1600/palo+de+rosa.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;318&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirNXqCJ0Erc6eKEsiTqxDl4SFr8ixJqV8ojJV9Vs6R1pRfoKxrxSDhXUx8YlrDGT7LkeHsdUVpyxNXxofL7tbNB7T-0_nW92HPj4Qj45xEbzlR0yg411KEi1IG6FpeKaE2BtC64o4XDzw/s320/palo+de+rosa.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Juego de vencidas entre cinturones de cuero &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Cosméticos inquietos por salir a la calle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Fragancias prisioneras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Cansancio de cortinas paradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Estática en la ventana de ojos grandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Sonrisas de mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Palmadas de buenas noches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Eclosión de gases perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Ronquidos &amp;nbsp;de las profanas almohadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Condominios de sonidos en los colchones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Suspiros en el jarrón de flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Redacción de fluidos sintácticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Terremotos de cobre en la alcancía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Ceceó del segundero y sus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Parpadeo de las fotografías presentes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Formación de orquestas triunfantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Y un mitin contra el intruso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Que llega sin batuta y abre el cerrojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;E incapaz de organizar nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Cómo si existiera sólo allá fuera ¿Y nosotros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;La verdad, éste microcosmos. También importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Y aunque paso la tarde cavilando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;El viento azota la puerta con estruendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Y afina las voces superfluas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Las pompas subrealistas adornan la habitación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Que cansada de no hacer nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Hubo de preparar su monólogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Esperando que alguien la escuche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/6125752925381825386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2010/01/monologos-de-habitacion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/6125752925381825386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/6125752925381825386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2010/01/monologos-de-habitacion.html' title='Monólogos de habitación'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0nLb1Gagq1A6Ivc82XABpMRF5l4GdrzEFSxzF3amfSmLFOaB7OKlgYXLsajD8p7dDOqq9GyvFhNmHriCOLueaAiirAnHPpd1jyKJ-Cavl0dEQZSMgSztRNKKsaXTYzstThmJkSxV8Tc/s72-c/quilote+literario.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-2607939375605485220</id><published>2009-11-16T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:00:48.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; 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onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs12/f/2006/340/0/a/_MISSING_YOU__by_evol1314.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: right; height: 572px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 300px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Estoy triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y no se por qué…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Quizás por separar la luz de tu mirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;O por la incertidumbre de llegar a otro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Comenzar de nuevo. Sin ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Sé que las dos cosas son importantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;La primera es para ti una lluvia interminable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y&amp;nbsp;para mí, una prueba difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;La segunda, sólo es mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;La primera es cuestión de tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Te acostumbrarás a no ver mi figura desfilar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;--O quizás no sea tan fácil-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Pero en este momento necesito&amp;nbsp;tu entereza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;La segunda es una decisión fría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Que debo realizar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Así como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Un día llegué a ésta&amp;nbsp;tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Para&amp;nbsp;encontrar&amp;nbsp;tu corazón sin condición&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Jugamos a la primavera y al verano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Jamás pensamos&amp;nbsp;este momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Ni previmos&amp;nbsp;esta guerra de corazones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y…aquí está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Tú con el corazón mutilado y la lluvia en tu ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Perece un&amp;nbsp;velorio de gritos ahogados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Casi concierto para detener la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Pero guarda silencio y no digas nada…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Quedaté&amp;nbsp;callada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y aunque&amp;nbsp;tu silencio&amp;nbsp; me asesina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Ésta madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Levanto mis cosas necesarias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y sin pronunciar palabra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Marcho con la pesadumbre a cuestas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;No se que suceda con el palpitar tuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Pero me despido, así, en silencio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Mi mano levantada qué tu no vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Quisiera alcanzar&amp;nbsp; tu espalda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Pero mejor evito mirar tu llorar de río…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Te dejo los recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y sé fuerte en los momentos por claudicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Qué si una lágrima en tu ventana toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Corre la cortina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y con una sonrisa de las otroras alegrías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Borra la nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Dile&amp;nbsp;adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Convéncela qué siga su camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;No dejes que hable contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Busca el río de los días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Florecer con dorado esplendor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Tú con la esperanza de abrir la puerta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y ver &amp;nbsp;mi presencia y lanzarte a mis brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y yo, con un sólo pensamiento que no he de olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;“…En algún lugar hay una mujer que me extraña, debo ir porque tal es el final de mi destino”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y sí no vasta, entonces ven conmigo. Abandona todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Y verás como se bifurca la decisión cuando ya no sólo es tuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Amor en tus manos deliza mi destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;Tú sabes si me atas a seguir añorándote.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/7671190636949862668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/pesadumbre-de-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/7671190636949862668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/7671190636949862668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/pesadumbre-de-decision.html' title='Pesadumbre'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-3324958740047389377</id><published>2009-08-02T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:13:06.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danzando con mi nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/096/b/6/Save__Our__Souls__by_AquaSixio.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/096/b/6/Save__Our__Souls__by_AquaSixio.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 550px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 300px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Sentado a la orilla de la playa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Recordando caminos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Conjugados con los olores del viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Qué solícito me trae recuerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Me hace nostálgico y a veces rió en solitario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Más les cuento la historia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;La beatitud marina se adorna de gaviotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y una de ellas depositó en mis manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Su efecto de osmosis  con  el vaivén de las olas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y me hizo escuchar el fluir de su música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Modulada por el dorado sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Ardiente con su armonía de fanfarrías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y el redoble de potros salvajes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Golpeando sus aguas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Es melodía romántica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y estremece alguna lágrima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Alguna risa de algún te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Una esperanza de un “volveré pronto”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y los recuerdos caen como cascada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;No los detengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Dejo que la mar los arrebate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y aunque…un suspiro nace en cada redada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Hice de de playa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Un altar para mi vida y cuestionar el horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;¿Cómo es el final del otoño mundano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Pero, el mar guardó silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y de vez en cuando su rugir de huestes celestiales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Dice que su grandeza es igual al mundo que vivimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Es la orquesta que conjuga el temperamento del clima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Pero también es la más grande sinfonía de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Desde entonces llego y penetro tus aguas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Acaricio y disfruto su atracción con la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y otra &amp;nbsp;vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Sentado aquí, en su bordado de arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Bajo su piano de misterio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Aprendo a reconocer algunos instantes terrenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y rió con algunos recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Aquellos  momentos felices o tristes de la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y renuevo la energía que transmites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Tomo el volante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y regreso a casa con los seres que quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0c343d;&quot;&gt;Y disfrutar de nuevo el vals de la vida.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/3324958740047389377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/danzando-con-mi-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/3324958740047389377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/3324958740047389377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/danzando-con-mi-nostalgia.html' title='Danzando con mi nostalgia'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-3966627791226052228</id><published>2009-08-02T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:13:48.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una tarde de encuentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/014/d/9/La_fable_de_la_girafe_by_AquaSixio.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/014/d/9/La_fable_de_la_girafe_by_AquaSixio.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 600px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 350px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Como gorrión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Volaste la distancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Tú idea de serenata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Me toma por sorpresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Y como delincuente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Presentaste &amp;nbsp;armas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Frente a mi puerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;No se me ocurrió &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;El por qué de tu llegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Sólo vi tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Y me atrapó el deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Y la tarde se hizo fuego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Y las preguntas callaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Y los frutos se anexaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;En un canasto de privilegios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;La seda zurciendo suspiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Y la música bailaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Entre cuevas y varas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Entre guerra y armisticios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Entre dueños y vencidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Entre sueños y suspiros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Yace tu cuerpo dormido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Mientras el deleite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;De mi corazón gozoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Aún se deleita con el descanzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Y la caricia de tus cabellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Regados en el jardín de la almohada.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/3966627791226052228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/una-tarde-de-encuentro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/3966627791226052228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/3966627791226052228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/una-tarde-de-encuentro.html' title='Una tarde de encuentro'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-4044740223252521394</id><published>2009-08-02T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:35:58.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noches estrelladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/014/0/1/Moon_reflection_by_nico_blue.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/014/0/1/Moon_reflection_by_nico_blue.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: right; height: 261px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 350px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Es una de esas noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Bajo la sombra de la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;A punto de terminar su camino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Que dormir temprano ha decidido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Y déjome con las estrellas para no sentir soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Ellas saludan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Desde su alfombra&amp;nbsp; azabache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Y quise contarlas para entretener la mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Pero una pronunció tu nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Por tanto mi sociego encontró la voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Que de nuevo abre la nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Pensé&amp;nbsp;en ti cada vez más profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Mientras&amp;nbsp;caen&amp;nbsp;las estrellas fugaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Recuerdo que son para pedir deseos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Les pido que pronto esté contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Mientras el peso de los párpados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Vence por fin la ventana abierta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Mil recuerdos discurren de tu figura hermosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Con tu camisón sugerente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.antorchacultural.com.ar/feria2006/web/Materialdeferia/Poes%EDa/Danielariccioni/Cielo.estrellado%202.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.antorchacultural.com.ar/feria2006/web/Materialdeferia/Poes%EDa/Danielariccioni/Cielo.estrellado%202.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: right; height: 250px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 180px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Y tu perfume de kamasutra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Hice otra noche estrelladas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Tu sonreír y tu danzar bajo su cielo brillante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Rompe mi corazón en pedacitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Y aquí estoy...componiéndote versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Ahora que te tengo lejos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Cortando rosas de noche estrellada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;E inclinar mi pecho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Para cuando te tenga frente a mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Veas la&amp;nbsp;música tatuada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;De cada rincón que te entraña...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;No te presumo pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Mi vida enamorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Se asemeja a las noches diamantinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Y mi plegaria &amp;nbsp;para que duermas tranquila&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Qué la noche&amp;nbsp; vele por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Y un piano de melodías suaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;Haga&amp;nbsp;soñar nuestros corazones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;...Amor te extraño.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/4044740223252521394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/noches-estrelladas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/4044740223252521394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/4044740223252521394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/noches-estrelladas.html' title='Noches estrelladas'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-5473067089902638702</id><published>2009-08-02T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:59:12.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grítalo si puedes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1008/1418853204_47f6257271.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1008/1418853204_47f6257271.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van viajando los días&lt;br /&gt;Y la música triste va descolgando&lt;br /&gt;Hilachos de pesadumbre&lt;br /&gt;Oídos acostumbrados al rito de la soledad&lt;br /&gt;Ya no escuchan las preguntas de los labios&lt;br /&gt;La distancia se mira monótona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé, si  cuenta se da&lt;br /&gt;Pero he dejado de recibir sus cartas&lt;br /&gt;Quizás el lápiz agotó su tiza&lt;br /&gt;Y no tengas momentos para comprar otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no importa,&lt;br /&gt;Las gotas de tu silencio&lt;br /&gt;Las voy deteniendo en una hoja de papel&lt;br /&gt;Con ellas dibujo tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Y con la sal de mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Recorro cada milímetro de tu silueta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranco la esencia de tu gracia&lt;br /&gt;Y por eso estoy contento&lt;br /&gt;Porque si no estás conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Tengo lo que tú no tendrás jamás&lt;br /&gt;Pero  el secreto me lo guardo. &lt;br /&gt;Adivino que te burlarás de estas líneas&lt;br /&gt;Pero piensa en los momentos&lt;br /&gt;Que escondes  en aquel baúl.&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso  no recuerdas ya?&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdos son recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Su capacidad es levantar rescoldos&lt;br /&gt;De desvarió y realidad&lt;br /&gt;Y si con ellos te vuelves a reír&lt;br /&gt;Entonces grítalo de frente&lt;br /&gt;Y moriré para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;No más mi piano de música triste &lt;br /&gt;Buscaré otra musa para escribir de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;En el bar de mi desconsuelo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, grítalo. Grítalo si puedes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/5473067089902638702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/gritalo-si-puedes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/5473067089902638702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/5473067089902638702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/08/gritalo-si-puedes.html' title='Grítalo si puedes'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1008/1418853204_47f6257271_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-6710804397467752231</id><published>2009-07-07T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:29:27.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dices que te vas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://spe.fotologs.net/photo/14/29/11/la_casa_dl_arbol/1200861600_f.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://spe.fotologs.net/photo/14/29/11/la_casa_dl_arbol/1200861600_f.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: right; height: 300px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 400px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Con la mirada altiva&lt;br /&gt;
Dices que te vas&lt;br /&gt;
Sin oportunidad de comenzar de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;
Ríes y deshaces cualquier intento.&lt;br /&gt;
Ya tus cosas las tienes apiladas...&lt;br /&gt;
Que Dios&amp;nbsp; bendiga tu partida.&lt;br /&gt;
Sólo pido calmar mi corazón&amp;nbsp;necio…&lt;br /&gt;
Han pasado los días y me pregunto&lt;br /&gt;
¿Estaré muriendo?&lt;br /&gt;
Quizás un poco. &lt;br /&gt;
Por lo pronto&lt;br /&gt;
Arremolina la sangre en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;
No encuentro sensatez&lt;br /&gt;
Extraviado entre&amp;nbsp;la lluvia&amp;nbsp;del invierno&lt;br /&gt;
Paso de los días&lt;br /&gt;
Y tu partida, mi tristeza y mi agonía&lt;br /&gt;
Procuran el sosiego, para olvidarte un día&lt;br /&gt;
Y&amp;nbsp; tú hermoso recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;
Sea un suspiro que cuelgue&amp;nbsp;sobre mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;
Pues, gitana &lt;br /&gt;
Hechizaste mi corazón entero.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/6710804397467752231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/dices-que-te-vas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/6710804397467752231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/6710804397467752231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/dices-que-te-vas.html' title='Dices que te vas'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-1649784867196345144</id><published>2009-07-07T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:41:47.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero ofrendar  a  tu recuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/SlOYIJMXD6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GtTxogzfHZ0/s1600-h/avery4+adolescencia.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 286px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/SlOYIJMXD6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GtTxogzfHZ0/s320/avery4+adolescencia.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355791647547789218&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú siempre apareces en lugares inciertos&lt;br /&gt;Sin darme cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Soy esclavo de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Acostumbrado a tus brazos.&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti, cada legua de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Se descarriló&lt;br /&gt;Y la sombra de mi cuerpo se empaña al claudicar,&lt;br /&gt;Las mieles de las flores,&lt;br /&gt;Son  ácidas en mi paladar.&lt;br /&gt;El cielo profundo que mirábamos los dos&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, sólo es espejismo,&lt;br /&gt;Que quebranta el cristal del  alma,&lt;br /&gt;Que diluye lentamente  en  el suelo de la soledad,&lt;br /&gt;Que agoniza, qué grita en la obscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Púrpura sin luz, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:dw73BURtasqvrM:https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvFjQK3Ei2QG3km3vAxfYEat1wi1ufexSfwqR0UlAUzRwy4WXEZBO8_loZ4RDJg8OVT9buhNxUnIT9k_I3c_QCFPGnZ88KJkIH-gmk3LbHcjeMHeZXbfBWEcPDChfO-YNzTcCjjQZy_iE/s400/adios.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:dw73BURtasqvrM:https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvFjQK3Ei2QG3km3vAxfYEat1wi1ufexSfwqR0UlAUzRwy4WXEZBO8_loZ4RDJg8OVT9buhNxUnIT9k_I3c_QCFPGnZ88KJkIH-gmk3LbHcjeMHeZXbfBWEcPDChfO-YNzTcCjjQZy_iE/s400/adios.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inentiendes  la dirección del  torcido caminar,&lt;br /&gt;Y ante tal incertidumbre,&lt;br /&gt;Vengo a ofrendar  a tú recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Él que irrumpe mi confuso sueño&lt;br /&gt;El que viste de losa fría mi existencia…&lt;br /&gt;Ese compás de la melodía negra&lt;br /&gt;El qué desbarata el cruce de  nuestro camino.&lt;br /&gt;El que dice que no te tengo.&lt;br /&gt;Y, tanto hastió&lt;br /&gt;Levanto  este  altar&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, donde cubriste de besos mi cuerpo sin complejos…&lt;br /&gt;Aquí, enciendo un cirio qué recuerde que estás lejos…y&lt;br /&gt;Sólo de vez en cuando&lt;br /&gt;Profanaré  tu cuerpo callado y etéreo. &lt;br /&gt;Sin que me hagas daño.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/1649784867196345144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiero-ofrendar-tu-recuerdo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/1649784867196345144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/1649784867196345144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiero-ofrendar-tu-recuerdo.html' title='Quiero ofrendar  a  tu recuerdo'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/SlOYIJMXD6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GtTxogzfHZ0/s72-c/avery4+adolescencia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-2636655511673161130</id><published>2009-07-04T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:40:13.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El secreto del sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2295/2128215996_fa780e9ae1_o.jpg&quot; 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Te lo digo…&lt;br /&gt;
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No lo cuentes a nadie…&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoy  al  mirar el cielo de esplendor&lt;br /&gt;
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El sol hacía guiños.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mi sorpresa fue mayor&lt;br /&gt;
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Porque en medio&lt;br /&gt;
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De esferas celestes. Estás tú.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yo suspiro por ti&lt;br /&gt;
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Y él se quiere adelantar.&lt;br /&gt;
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¡Aja!&lt;br /&gt;
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El quiere el paisaje de tu faz&lt;br /&gt;
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Y robar un ápice de tu candor&lt;br /&gt;
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Pero, aunque tenga la combinación&lt;br /&gt;
celestial&lt;br /&gt;
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Aumentando&lt;br /&gt;
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“El brillo de tus ojos”.&lt;br /&gt;
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Que fulguran como estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yo quiero mirarne en ellos&lt;br /&gt;
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Y suspirar profundo… por eso me dan ganas de prohibirle que se acerque a ti&lt;br /&gt;
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Siento pena por el sol.                 &lt;br /&gt;
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Pero es que yo también te adoro,&lt;br /&gt;
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Te idolatro y te venero.&lt;br /&gt;
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Esperaba que lo adivinaras pronto.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pero como él se quiere adelantar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mejor te lo expreso en este afortunado día&lt;br /&gt;
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Y al osado sol…lo hago mi rival.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sé que es  grandote&lt;br /&gt;
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Pero no lo dejaré acercarse a ti&lt;br /&gt;
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Pues quiero decirte&lt;br /&gt;
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Qué el corazón mío&lt;br /&gt;
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Se esmera por adorarte&lt;br /&gt;
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Sí me das el sí,&lt;br /&gt;
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Al sol le ganaré la partida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Y conquistar tu corazón será mi proeza&lt;br /&gt;
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Aunque me quede ciego.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pero tengo la ilusión de tener tu mirar bello.&lt;br /&gt;
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Y escuchar la lluvia golpear&lt;br /&gt;
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De tu ventana roja.&lt;br /&gt;
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Que relumbra como el sol de mi vida.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/2636655511673161130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-secreto-del-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/2636655511673161130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/2636655511673161130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-secreto-del-sol.html' title='El secreto del sol'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-2951936444620640327</id><published>2009-07-04T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:12:21.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voy a verte de nuevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSs7Zc-2E81tqmEmX9DO1uJC2cB1i4WCVzGk89Urd27VyTMDSFx8Eq001sexbbJVtjD5lzw5GqnUtqVQVRxtF3Ri3Is_KSJTZJTez-KmNt_0bWiPBOtsz3xVVUIhL3LjhZa4GinxtOHrZi/s400/Flor+Baby.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSs7Zc-2E81tqmEmX9DO1uJC2cB1i4WCVzGk89Urd27VyTMDSFx8Eq001sexbbJVtjD5lzw5GqnUtqVQVRxtF3Ri3Is_KSJTZJTez-KmNt_0bWiPBOtsz3xVVUIhL3LjhZa4GinxtOHrZi/s400/Flor+Baby.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 306px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Estoy preparando maletas,&lt;br /&gt;
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Y salir me mantiene atento.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mientras, me entretengo&lt;br /&gt;
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Con el jolgorio de los momentos&lt;br /&gt;
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Que habíamos pasado juntos.&lt;br /&gt;
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En un rincón&lt;br /&gt;
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Apilo los obsequios que construí para ti&lt;br /&gt;
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Para no olvidarlos durante la eminente salida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Estoy ansioso por tenerte; Suspiro y suspiro al recordarte.&lt;br /&gt;
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Han pasado 20 años&lt;br /&gt;
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He trabajado y voy a casa&lt;br /&gt;
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No con la fuerza de antaño&lt;br /&gt;
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Pero, mis días en la cárcel&lt;br /&gt;
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Me ensañaron que regreso para adorarte&lt;br /&gt;
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Pues así te lo prometí cuando me visitabas&lt;br /&gt;
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Entre los barrotes de esperanza solitaria.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cumplir la palabra&lt;br /&gt;
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Es lo mejor que tengo&lt;br /&gt;
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No añoro ser tu dueño&lt;br /&gt;
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Tan sólo abre tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;
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Para mis brazos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deja que mi sueño&lt;br /&gt;
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Revele todo&lt;br /&gt;
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Y decidas sí empezamos de nuevo.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/2951936444620640327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/voy-verte-de-nuevo-estoy-preparando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/2951936444620640327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/2951936444620640327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/voy-verte-de-nuevo-estoy-preparando.html' title='Voy a verte de nuevo'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSs7Zc-2E81tqmEmX9DO1uJC2cB1i4WCVzGk89Urd27VyTMDSFx8Eq001sexbbJVtjD5lzw5GqnUtqVQVRxtF3Ri3Is_KSJTZJTez-KmNt_0bWiPBOtsz3xVVUIhL3LjhZa4GinxtOHrZi/s72-c/Flor+Baby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-6933592565493532124</id><published>2009-07-03T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:07:35.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIN TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/SlOUqG3TgoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0zBBacidhhQ/s1600-h/botas2Bgoticas2B2.gif&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355787832991646338&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/SlOUqG3TgoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0zBBacidhhQ/s320/botas2Bgoticas2B2.gif&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: right; height: 318px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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La mirada perece perdida&lt;br /&gt;
El mar se funde en la nada.&lt;br /&gt;
Sin ti&lt;br /&gt;
El horizonte se ve lejano…&lt;br /&gt;
Y de tajo arranca &lt;br /&gt;
Un negro concierto.&lt;br /&gt;
Busco&amp;nbsp; olvidar tus encantos &lt;br /&gt;
Pero te tuve en mis&amp;nbsp;sueños &lt;br /&gt;
-Y&amp;nbsp; comenzé a dudar-&lt;br /&gt;
¿Cuánto te quise? &lt;br /&gt;
...No sé explicar...&lt;br /&gt;
Sin ti&lt;br /&gt;
Mi corazón está afligido.&lt;br /&gt;
Es un consejero informal.&lt;br /&gt;
En los tormentos de tu llegar...&lt;br /&gt;
Mi cuerpo desea alcanzarlos, &lt;br /&gt;
Pero siempre&amp;nbsp;pospones el encuentro real,&lt;br /&gt;
Y gritas airada&lt;br /&gt;
¡Que entienda la realidad! y me quedo&amp;nbsp; callado.&lt;br /&gt;
Sin ti&lt;br /&gt;
La diáspora terrenal es igual a un desierto…&lt;br /&gt;
Te haz marchado a lugares difusos&lt;br /&gt;
Y me confundo entre&amp;nbsp;la eternidad y el&amp;nbsp; principio&amp;nbsp;y el&amp;nbsp;final&lt;br /&gt;
Recuerdos perennes… llegas y te vas...&lt;br /&gt;
¿Cómo borrar del corazón los instantes que marcan tu presencia?&lt;br /&gt;
El eco no regresa...&lt;br /&gt;
Todo se mira callado...&lt;br /&gt;
-La alegría y la tristeza confunden su convivencia-&lt;br /&gt;
Una y otra, conjugan su rivalidad.&lt;br /&gt;
¿Cómo sobrevivir ésta panacea de nostálgica transparencia?&lt;br /&gt;
¿Dónde albergar los cristales que&amp;nbsp;llegan…? No los puedo detener ...&lt;br /&gt;
Leo el periódico y no encuentro la respuesta&lt;br /&gt;
Sólo un calvario del peregrinar diario...y tú ausente. Como cascada que fluye lejana...&lt;br /&gt;
¡Bah! A quién importa...&lt;br /&gt;
Recordar y desear&lt;br /&gt;
Sólo son semillas que no paran de germinar.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/6933592565493532124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/sin-ti-la-mirada-perece-perdida-el-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/6933592565493532124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/6933592565493532124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/sin-ti-la-mirada-perece-perdida-el-mar.html' title='SIN TI'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/SlOUqG3TgoI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0zBBacidhhQ/s72-c/botas2Bgoticas2B2.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-1960396788456442379</id><published>2009-07-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:09:28.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5wQ5pSr76Rw0AMlrfHM9Ro5q7-K8V-GdKzQwgmC4rm3ZZFXoJgmkh2JiuF_mm8Qri9K_cScJvY6OF6WutX4X_87Mjf0Bjkwx98PWzgyqHq_5d8KWjykbTWpldOuBi0HtXC5xhmsgyNM/s1600-h/Attaar0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5wQ5pSr76Rw0AMlrfHM9Ro5q7-K8V-GdKzQwgmC4rm3ZZFXoJgmkh2JiuF_mm8Qri9K_cScJvY6OF6WutX4X_87Mjf0Bjkwx98PWzgyqHq_5d8KWjykbTWpldOuBi0HtXC5xhmsgyNM/s320/Attaar0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354359325725680562&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Metáforas para una dama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miré los pétalos de las flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sentí la seda de tus mejillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corté la delicada rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me que dé con tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busqué el aroma de los cítricos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y salvaguardé tus hermosos senos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quise contener la fragancia de los jazmines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y detuve el aliento con la metáfora de tus muslos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La escarcha fluye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Día y noche &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con los verbos de tu misterio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquel entonces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy tras de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como la huída del río sin regreso</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/1960396788456442379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/mire-los-petalos-de-las-flores-y-senti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/1960396788456442379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/1960396788456442379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/mire-los-petalos-de-las-flores-y-senti.html' title=''/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5wQ5pSr76Rw0AMlrfHM9Ro5q7-K8V-GdKzQwgmC4rm3ZZFXoJgmkh2JiuF_mm8Qri9K_cScJvY6OF6WutX4X_87Mjf0Bjkwx98PWzgyqHq_5d8KWjykbTWpldOuBi0HtXC5xhmsgyNM/s72-c/Attaar0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-4410688405737904358</id><published>2009-07-03T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:11:59.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/238919636_2175e1dd3a.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 491px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/238919636_2175e1dd3a.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paraguas rojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo anuncia nubarrones &lt;br /&gt;Y sobre la calle&lt;br /&gt;Tu hermosa figura &lt;br /&gt;Galabatea con un paraguas rojo.&lt;br /&gt;Esplenderoso, tu belleza resalta.&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo contornado&lt;br /&gt;Con vestido ceñido de sueños&lt;br /&gt;Un escote aguerrido&lt;br /&gt;Y el sabor de tu piel dorada...&lt;br /&gt;Dejé que te acercaras&lt;br /&gt;Y hurté tu fotografía.&lt;br /&gt;Pensé montarla con muchos parasoles&lt;br /&gt;Debajo de aquellos nubarrones.&lt;br /&gt;Pero quedé sorprendido &lt;br /&gt;Por el carisma de tu rostro,&lt;br /&gt;Con tu cabello largo&lt;br /&gt;Sé conjugó tu hermosura...&lt;br /&gt;Ignoro que es más peligroso.&lt;br /&gt;La descarga eléctrica de la lluvía&lt;br /&gt;O tu belleza perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;Pero mientras divagaba&lt;br /&gt;Desapareciste y no tengo respuesta&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tu retrato colgado&lt;br /&gt;En la pared de mi habitación&lt;br /&gt;Desde entonces&lt;br /&gt;Para mitigar la fuerza de conquistarte&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo haber estremecido&lt;br /&gt;Entre la lluvia y tu belleza. &lt;br /&gt;Tu paraguas y el agua qué bendita caía&lt;br /&gt;Por conocerte en la ráfaga de aquel día.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/4410688405737904358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/4410688405737904358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/4410688405737904358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/238919636_2175e1dd3a_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-1304179968080458670</id><published>2009-06-21T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:45:52.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labios rojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/SlWcuPoBq8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2LElI9-dj70/s1600-h/mami.bmp&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356359650109402050&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/SlWcuPoBq8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2LElI9-dj70/s320/mami.bmp&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 221px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Entre sonidos,&lt;br /&gt;
Entre estrellas y planetas&lt;br /&gt;
Vi tus labios rojos&lt;br /&gt;
Como melodías de antojo.&lt;br /&gt;
Miré tu guerra avecinada&lt;br /&gt;
Y tu vestido de artilugio&lt;br /&gt;
Resaltando tus sensuales atributos...&lt;br /&gt;
Son bastantes pero tu hermosísimo trasero&lt;br /&gt;
Traía consigo cosas escondidas.&lt;br /&gt;
Y respiré acelerado&lt;br /&gt;
De momento pensé llenar de flores el espacio&lt;br /&gt;
Para tu aposento de diosa&lt;br /&gt;
Pero él magna de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;
Ardió con tempestad insólita.&lt;br /&gt;
Y las flores y el espacio,&lt;br /&gt;
Olvidados se quedaron.&lt;br /&gt;
La nave de tu cuerpo contorsionó &lt;br /&gt;
Cohetes y guitarras.&lt;br /&gt;
Nieve y río jugaron como niños temerarios  &lt;br /&gt;
Con su ato psicodélico de besos.&lt;br /&gt;
Y un pacto de morir en tus brazos.&lt;br /&gt;
Al envenenar&amp;nbsp; mis tropas más fieles.&lt;br /&gt;
Ahora vuelan como las cometas de tu cielo&lt;br /&gt;
Y ahora aquí estoy&lt;br /&gt;
Con mi bandera mancillada&lt;br /&gt;
Con tu guerra ganada&lt;br /&gt;
Cuya figura embelezada permite un altar &lt;br /&gt;
De ceremonias privadas&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Y absorver&amp;nbsp; el veneno de tus labios rojos&lt;br /&gt;
Lo demás está abonado. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/1304179968080458670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/06/labios-rojos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/1304179968080458670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/1304179968080458670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/06/labios-rojos.html' title='Labios rojos'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/SlWcuPoBq8I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2LElI9-dj70/s72-c/mami.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-1639322751954390552</id><published>2009-05-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:48:56.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin tí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/ShocSXzTcKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YecRTAtgWVk/s1600-h/elipse-1dama.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/ShocSXzTcKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YecRTAtgWVk/s320/elipse-1dama.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339611410153566370&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna se mira ajena&lt;br /&gt;Su luz robó mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Sus sombras infunden miedo.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo el mar llama&lt;br /&gt;A visitar sus entrañas&lt;br /&gt;Para nadar eterno&lt;br /&gt;Y abandonar aquellos sueños&lt;br /&gt;Comenzados a tu lado. &lt;br /&gt;Sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;Estoy perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Sin justicia de tu jurado,&lt;br /&gt;Tú camino haz decidido &lt;br /&gt;Para incumplir tus promezas juradas.&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;Moveré el cielo para encontrar el consuelo&lt;br /&gt;Y evitar el infierno&lt;br /&gt;Qué dejaste al cerrar la puerta.&lt;br /&gt;Ingrata pero hermosa como ninguna.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/1639322751954390552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/05/sin-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/1639322751954390552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/1639322751954390552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/05/sin-ti.html' title='Sin tí'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/ShocSXzTcKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YecRTAtgWVk/s72-c/elipse-1dama.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-5888469822597045937</id><published>2009-05-24T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:58:25.164-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesía"/><title type='text'>Encantos tatuados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/ShoXWeR7CfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EWGz77qmheU/s1600-h/ph.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/ShoXWeR7CfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EWGz77qmheU/s320/ph.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339605983053941234&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Recorrí sutilmente el color de tus mejillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Me estremecí al mirarlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Me detuve en tus labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Y  quedé embriagado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Humedecí los míos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Y me tragué la saliva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Miré las perlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Que adorna tu sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Y sentí un dulce dolor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Mis dientes me estaban mutilando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Sentí palpitar de sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Como un potro galopando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Queriendo tu pradera trotar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Pero  tu desprecio llegó caminando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Cómo taladro hundiendo el viento frío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;De tu indiferencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt; ¿Qué puedo hacer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Para escapar de tus encantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Si camino dócil como tu esclavo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Oliendo tú pelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Siguiendo tus pasos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Y tú como si nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;…Sólo guardando tus flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;De aroma exquisita…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Para veneno de mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Sin embargo te confieso que sólo tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Un blasón que  rige  mi destino…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Tus encantos tatuados.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/5888469822597045937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/05/encantos-tatuados.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/5888469822597045937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/5888469822597045937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/05/encantos-tatuados.html' title='Encantos tatuados'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/ShoXWeR7CfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EWGz77qmheU/s72-c/ph.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-7872814615808117380</id><published>2009-05-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:38:21.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Admirable Benedetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:kJgZMAOXleIe3M:http://www.voytek-art.com/road-to-eternity.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 250px;&quot; src=&quot;http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:kJgZMAOXleIe3M:http://www.voytek-art.com/road-to-eternity.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario,  pilotando nubes te vez ahora&lt;br /&gt;A conquistar otra dimensión con el corazón que tienes&lt;br /&gt;Ríos de pensamiento tu legado&lt;br /&gt;Inmortal tu verso de canción&lt;br /&gt;Otro poema,  tú partida delirante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Biografía para encontrarme…”&lt;br /&gt;Era tú último libro…trunco&lt;br /&gt;“No te juzgues sin tiempo…”&lt;br /&gt;Era tu verso profético&lt;br /&gt;Dolor  remueves al cerrar los ojos&lt;br /&gt;En tu último suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Tierra de letras tus estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Ternura bella su contenido&lt;br /&gt;Inmortalidad ¡Mereces letras de diamante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:1Z1prlAZg55utM:http://tk.files.storage.msn.com/x1ph4UkM-Se4as6gfI1H3KojQCtydzGzFKynUhHlUh2YnAupTHbxNzhsPRBUmLN4iiq4xVGvoQDYYXa4-WNp3zHO7jN1orxAg6V4S3DNMp2O1dpXFe8Rv978Bc4iHjqLVe2BzluGYNDrBY&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 192px;&quot; src=&quot;http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:1Z1prlAZg55utM:http://tk.files.storage.msn.com/x1ph4UkM-Se4as6gfI1H3KojQCtydzGzFKynUhHlUh2YnAupTHbxNzhsPRBUmLN4iiq4xVGvoQDYYXa4-WNp3zHO7jN1orxAg6V4S3DNMp2O1dpXFe8Rv978Bc4iHjqLVe2BzluGYNDrBY&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando poemas viviste&lt;br /&gt;Escribiendo  campanadas alegres o  tristes&lt;br /&gt;Nada te detuvo para recitarlas&lt;br /&gt;“Estrategia y táctica” un  poema decidido&lt;br /&gt;Directo al corazón,  disparabas&lt;br /&gt;Encuentro  con tu gente que te sigue&lt;br /&gt;Tierra fecunda de libros para beberte&lt;br /&gt;Tesoros para el corazón solitario&lt;br /&gt;Inolvidable tu nombre de letras universales.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/7872814615808117380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/05/httptbn1.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/7872814615808117380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/7872814615808117380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/05/httptbn1.html' title='Admirable Benedetti'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445444298706136417.post-6747211293892424910</id><published>2009-05-15T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:37:58.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labios rojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/Sg3t2XiEZzI/AAAAAAAAACE/JUxZpeDS6pc/s1600-h/sant-jordi.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336182651789535026&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/Sg3t2XiEZzI/AAAAAAAAACE/JUxZpeDS6pc/s320/sant-jordi.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo entre sonidos,&lt;br /&gt;Entre estrellas y planetas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando hayé tus labios rojos&lt;br /&gt;Con melodías de antojo.&lt;br /&gt;Y comenzó la guerra&lt;br /&gt;En tu vestido de artilugio&lt;br /&gt;Y tus maduros frutos.&lt;br /&gt;De ellos, sobresalía el imperio&lt;br /&gt;De tú hermosísimo trasero.&lt;br /&gt;Quise llenar de flores aquel espacio&lt;br /&gt;Para tu aposento de diosa.&lt;br /&gt;Pero prendió él magna de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Y se convirtió en llamarada&lt;br /&gt;Todo tu jardín de curvas.&lt;br /&gt;Las flores y el espacio&lt;br /&gt;Olvidados se quedaron.&lt;br /&gt;La nave de tu cuerpo acortó distancias&lt;br /&gt;Entre cohetes y guitarras.&lt;br /&gt;Concierto de nieve y de ríos&lt;br /&gt;La psicodelia de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Que envenenaron todas mis tropas.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora aquí estoy&lt;br /&gt;Con mi bandera vencida&lt;br /&gt;Y tu guerra conquistada.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/feeds/6747211293892424910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/05/labios-rojos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/6747211293892424910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5445444298706136417/posts/default/6747211293892424910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carretadeletras-datildeltecomate.blogspot.com/2009/05/labios-rojos.html' title='Labios rojos'/><author><name>Carretadeletras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423720757303188182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh416WICPF8YEkbrmOrnys4auTwMeaYsNbMiHLrM_QAqpfBdgj-JNINEYqnJxhAUp156FupPAofArY7xXvjKksOaHAX-7Q-RdWU1tgizvY9l61L2z567yggPcsyINjRqXw/s220/HCL.fpg.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hm0ht7D2YtA/Sg3t2XiEZzI/AAAAAAAAACE/JUxZpeDS6pc/s72-c/sant-jordi.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>