http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/ennoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sat, 01 Oct 2011 10:58:43 PDTBlogger http://www.blogger.com213125Artsnoreply@blogger.comnohttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/Xa9G2LJhydA/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sat, 11 Jun 2011 11:00:48 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-9208560273974288029<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hd4l-ulvP4c/TfOtMOOky0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/0PzqEyNln1w/s1600/natacion_embarazadas_664859441.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hd4l-ulvP4c/TfOtMOOky0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/0PzqEyNln1w/s400/natacion_embarazadas_664859441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617023585750403906" /></a><br />Luna en el agua....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-9208560273974288029?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/Xa9G2LJhydA" height="1" width="1"/>2011-06-11T20:00:48.329+02:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/wh-kjv4qO0c/la-luna-crece-en-mi-interior-y-esta.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sat, 11 Jun 2011 10:52:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-6951339212689906954<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFOQcgbS9X4/TfOrG1eGFhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/W7CFxsOmLDY/s1600/luna-amor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFOQcgbS9X4/TfOrG1eGFhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/W7CFxsOmLDY/s400/luna-amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617021294182012434" /></a><br />La luna crece en mi interior y está llena de amor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-6951339212689906954?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/wh-kjv4qO0c" height="1" width="1"/>2011-06-11T19:52:00.173+02:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-luna-crece-en-mi-interior-y-esta.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/9z2G1T_NmjM/asi-de-feliz-esta-luna.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:20:42 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-1111160858771232914<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgboARn4alE/TZi6VYIH5RI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NvUrQBJk0-k/s1600/luna-infantil.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JgboARn4alE/TZi6VYIH5RI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NvUrQBJk0-k/s400/luna-infantil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591423813797012754" /></a><br />Así de feliz está luna<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-1111160858771232914?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/9z2G1T_NmjM" height="1" width="1"/>2011-04-03T20:20:42.976+02:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2011/04/asi-de-feliz-esta-luna.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/G69wiSCNJhs/mi-luna-mi-luna-sigue-durmiendo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sun, 03 Apr 2011 11:19:01 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-7711690299588695716<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUUs-8_PRoQ/TZi5-iEXJrI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/t-fVG5dv06g/s1600/dibujo-embarazada.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUUs-8_PRoQ/TZi5-iEXJrI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/t-fVG5dv06g/s400/dibujo-embarazada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591423421328598706" /></a><br /><br />Mi luna<br />Mi luna sigue durmiendo....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-7711690299588695716?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/G69wiSCNJhs" height="1" width="1"/>2011-04-03T20:19:01.940+02:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2011/04/mi-luna-mi-luna-sigue-durmiendo.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/-v8DnX9Rh8Y/mi-luna.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sat, 05 Mar 2011 04:32:27 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-1420551834781953218<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAZOIkZizhw/TXItM7OzetI/AAAAAAAAA0I/tyOP2PrDW2g/s1600/barriga_luna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAZOIkZizhw/TXItM7OzetI/AAAAAAAAA0I/tyOP2PrDW2g/s400/barriga_luna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580572588346931922" /></a><br /><br /><br />Ahora que voy a tenerte, ahora que te siento dentro, me preocupa el saber cuidarte y darte todo lo que mereces. Me he comido la luna pero no sé si sabré mecerla por las noches y cuidarla cuando este triste. Ahora me siento llena, llena de luna, llena de ti, del amor que me das sin haber siquiera nacido. Yo y sólo yo, te siento dentro y ya te conozco, sé que lo que te gusta y lo que no, aunque aún no pueda verte. Siento tus deditos, tu cabecita dentro, haciendome cosquillas y meciendote dentro. Es el amor más puro, el amor más sincero. Espero no fallarte, y es que una cosa tengo claro, siempre te llevaré dentro, siempre te voy a querer y es que no todos los días te comes la luna y se queda dentro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-1420551834781953218?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/-v8DnX9Rh8Y" height="1" width="1"/>2011-03-05T13:32:27.118+01:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2011/03/mi-luna.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/3HOG5Nz25es/amor.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Mon, 03 Jan 2011 04:58:45 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-8182328312547573481<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/TSHH-iSsSUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/W1KCvBsBctU/s1600/embarazada-semana-40.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/TSHH-iSsSUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/W1KCvBsBctU/s400/embarazada-semana-40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557943292322924866" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-8182328312547573481?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/3HOG5Nz25es" height="1" width="1"/>2011-01-03T13:58:45.706+01:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/YbOSUWoP1QQ/httpwww.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Fri, 02 Jul 2010 12:30:35 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-2789238346856734418<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/TC4-RRaI91I/AAAAAAAAAzg/wT5DyTWj-_0/s1600/081005_interrogante-767171.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/TC4-RRaI91I/AAAAAAAAAzg/wT5DyTWj-_0/s400/081005_interrogante-767171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489393462262953810" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-2789238346856734418?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/YbOSUWoP1QQ" height="1" width="1"/>2010-07-02T21:30:35.931+02:002http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2010/07/httpwww.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/ORlCEqjGR3o/amor-deseo-pasion.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Thu, 22 Oct 2009 14:00:27 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-4129677419224323780<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SuDHvETjY7I/AAAAAAAAAzU/y_scYBSu33Q/s1600-h/Besos-2.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SuDHvETjY7I/AAAAAAAAAzU/y_scYBSu33Q/s400/Besos-2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395531965013386162" /></a><br />amo tus besos!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-4129677419224323780?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/ORlCEqjGR3o" height="1" width="1"/>2009-10-22T23:00:27.145+02:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor-deseo-pasion.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/okBrs7CocUc/juntos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Fri, 16 Oct 2009 16:42:46 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-8884524783772588889<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/StkE14qsPPI/AAAAAAAAAzM/yWySdpu76IE/s1600-h/x1pglip38xxbl0hefvfyzanpnc7rh0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/StkE14qsPPI/AAAAAAAAAzM/yWySdpu76IE/s400/x1pglip38xxbl0hefvfyzanpnc7rh0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393347352543902962" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-8884524783772588889?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/okBrs7CocUc" height="1" width="1"/>2009-10-17T01:42:46.206+02:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/10/juntos.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/MLalGSYcdhs/en-ocasiones-siento-mi-corazon.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sun, 27 Sep 2009 07:23:22 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-6921759624485240150<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Sr91Qg3h6NI/AAAAAAAAAzE/BjpmZKGKAs0/s1600-h/1177091921_f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Sr91Qg3h6NI/AAAAAAAAAzE/BjpmZKGKAs0/s400/1177091921_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386152605919602898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Sr91KJVZkRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-A_rIUQeN7I/s1600-h/tristeza-bajo-la-lluvia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Sr91KJVZkRI/AAAAAAAAAy8/-A_rIUQeN7I/s400/tristeza-bajo-la-lluvia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386152496523219218" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-6921759624485240150?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/MLalGSYcdhs" height="1" width="1"/>2009-09-27T16:23:22.563+02:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/09/en-ocasiones-siento-mi-corazon.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/1HS9j5trQqE/mitad-sol-mitad-luna.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sat, 19 Sep 2009 15:05:46 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-8485474627129386253<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SrVVqSaI4FI/AAAAAAAAAys/bI7mLggKJto/s1600-h/mujer%2Bluna%2Bsol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SrVVqSaI4FI/AAAAAAAAAys/bI7mLggKJto/s400/mujer%2Bluna%2Bsol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383303114575634514" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-8485474627129386253?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/1HS9j5trQqE" height="1" width="1"/>2009-09-20T00:05:46.841+02:001http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/09/mitad-sol-mitad-luna.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/Q0eNaQxW-o4/besos-de-luna.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sat, 19 Sep 2009 14:58:08 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-8859992872546571354<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SrVSCo4Z8JI/AAAAAAAAAyk/t_G8pYPhkm8/s1600-h/Beso_bajo_la_Luna-1024x768-641605.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SrVSCo4Z8JI/AAAAAAAAAyk/t_G8pYPhkm8/s400/Beso_bajo_la_Luna-1024x768-641605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383299134878511250" /></a><br />Cada día deseo abrazarme a ti, amar cada susurro<br />y despacito acariciar tu piel, recorrerla con los dedos<br />y sentir su suave tacto...y pienso en ese beso que anhelo<br />y que por las noches emerge de tus labios,<br />y con la luna me uno a ti y te susurro deseos de amor,<br />que se quedan flotando sobre el tacto aterciopelado de tus manos<br />solo deseo que llegue la noche para pegarme a tu cuerpo y decirte,<br />TE AMO.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-8859992872546571354?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/Q0eNaQxW-o4" height="1" width="1"/>2009-09-19T23:58:08.173+02:001http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/09/besos-de-luna.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/eIguKIKW2gI/ahogada-en-mis-pensamientos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Fri, 07 Aug 2009 14:55:23 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-7875839232645611405<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SnyiuP97CcI/AAAAAAAAAyU/hKPo291Dvjs/s1600-h/zoo-%2BImagem3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SnyiuP97CcI/AAAAAAAAAyU/hKPo291Dvjs/s400/zoo-%2BImagem3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367343771362724290" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-7875839232645611405?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/eIguKIKW2gI" height="1" width="1"/>2009-08-07T23:55:23.464+02:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahogada-en-mis-pensamientos.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/IZsSet8dKI0/yo-solo-pensaba.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Fri, 07 Aug 2009 14:38:08 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-468570081238203052<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Snyei7qxgaI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BrfLETUFnBA/s1600-h/desconsuelo1_boom_med.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Snyei7qxgaI/AAAAAAAAAyM/BrfLETUFnBA/s400/desconsuelo1_boom_med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367339178888626594" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-468570081238203052?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/IZsSet8dKI0" height="1" width="1"/>2009-08-07T23:38:08.477+02:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo-solo-pensaba.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/MGSrG1Cc7V8/blog-post.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sun, 29 Mar 2009 07:26:15 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-4012479852338897279<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Sc-E5p1Z_ZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/QRa3BpvnVF8/s1600-h/interrogante.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Sc-E5p1Z_ZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/QRa3BpvnVF8/s400/interrogante.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318615810965110162" /></a><br />Preguntas sin respuesta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-4012479852338897279?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/MGSrG1Cc7V8" height="1" width="1"/>2009-03-29T16:26:15.748+02:002http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/KYUSdTN5lMo/tulipanes-amarillos-dedicado-alguien.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sun, 29 Mar 2009 07:21:07 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-4741673935244770054<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Sc-DBy5T2sI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vICC5_5Hb00/s1600-h/Tulipanes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/Sc-DBy5T2sI/AAAAAAAAAx0/vICC5_5Hb00/s400/Tulipanes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318613751813102274" /></a><br />ni todos los tulipanes del mundo se acercan a tu belleza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-4741673935244770054?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/KYUSdTN5lMo" height="1" width="1"/>2009-03-29T16:21:07.517+02:001http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/03/tulipanes-amarillos-dedicado-alguien.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/BOBSCopO6PE/el-equilibrio-es-imposible.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sun, 01 Mar 2009 14:30:47 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-4911657222980029377<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SamasOdd6VI/AAAAAAAAAxk/tT_zvyx5J-0/s1600-h/1199932309_f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SamasOdd6VI/AAAAAAAAAxk/tT_zvyx5J-0/s400/1199932309_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307943720419453266" /></a><br />SI EL ALMA ME FALTARA YO... ME ABRAZARÍA A TU CINTURA<br />TU OMBLIGO SERÍA MI PEQUEÑO REFUGIO Y TUS BRAZOS EL SOSTÉN DE MI CUERPO<br />QUIZÁS ESTE ASUSTADA, NECESITO SUMERGIRME EN LA BURBUJA DE TU ABRAZO<br />DONDE SOLO ESTAMOS TU Y YO.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-4911657222980029377?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/BOBSCopO6PE" height="1" width="1"/>2009-03-01T23:30:47.445+01:001http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-equilibrio-es-imposible.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/K2Gm-MCxOcU/melancolia.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Mon, 23 Feb 2009 04:49:25 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-6243431690716032327<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SaKbRmsfQzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AxpEY5qYjTA/s1600-h/mujerdelamar[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305974037743092530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SaKbRmsfQzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/AxpEY5qYjTA/s400/mujerdelamar%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-6243431690716032327?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/K2Gm-MCxOcU" height="1" width="1"/>2009-02-23T13:49:25.557+01:000http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/02/melancolia.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/G1qQOA5smzY/tranquilidad.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sun, 15 Feb 2009 12:04:09 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-4610342333811883156<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SZhz8Pn0UgI/AAAAAAAAAxM/lORSiaDAB2c/s1600-h/arco-iris-en-missouri.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SZhz8Pn0UgI/AAAAAAAAAxM/lORSiaDAB2c/s400/arco-iris-en-missouri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303116040051642882" border="0" /></a>Tranquilidad...<br /><br />¿qué es la tranquilidad?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-4610342333811883156?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/G1qQOA5smzY" height="1" width="1"/>2009-02-15T21:04:09.836+01:001http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/02/tranquilidad.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/aX6STOyU8lY/piruletas-de-color.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Sun, 08 Feb 2009 01:19:46 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-5085040732612461303<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SY6jTuwL93I/AAAAAAAAAxE/ld5vSCKBUQU/s1600-h/20060306120929-piruletas-para-todos-los-gustos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SY6jTuwL93I/AAAAAAAAAxE/ld5vSCKBUQU/s400/20060306120929-piruletas-para-todos-los-gustos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300353370824636274" border="0" /></a>Cada uno/a de nosotros irradia un color, una energía para los demás...para mi las personas son como piruletas, cada una de un color, y aunque hay algunas piruletas grises y caducadas, en general, todas ellas me aportan algo positivo...y tú...¿qué piruleta eres?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-5085040732612461303?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/aX6STOyU8lY" height="1" width="1"/>2009-02-08T10:19:46.481+01:003http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/02/piruletas-de-color.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/DqPewlrDGRI/pensamientos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Fri, 06 Feb 2009 10:25:27 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-3629666769411042813<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SYyAfhsCQoI/AAAAAAAAAw8/mSq2fasr2Xw/s1600-h/03RAICES.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SYyAfhsCQoI/AAAAAAAAAw8/mSq2fasr2Xw/s400/03RAICES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752140615598722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Amarrada a tu cuerpo, abrazada a tu alma<br />Tus besos me susurran y me acogen en su cándido abrazo.<br />Tu cuerpo es mi refugio, me escondite en la noche, mi abrigo en el dia.<br />Eres como un árbol que extiende sus ramas, siendo mi cuerpo la tierra y tus raíces mi sustento.<br />Amo cada parte de ti, tu piel, tus susurros, tu aliento…<br />Ansio la llegada de la noche para enlazarme a ti, convertirnos en uno solo, ser árbol, ser tierra…amarte, besarte, ser viento para recorrer con mi susurro los rincones de tu cuerpo y quedarme a vivir entre tu pelo, entre tus brazos, en tus sueños.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-3629666769411042813?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/DqPewlrDGRI" height="1" width="1"/>2009-02-06T19:25:27.590+01:001http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensamientos.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/2Ro22zUS6ZU/love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Thu, 09 Oct 2008 15:11:27 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-3668522176705378776<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_FklOwMyoE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_FklOwMyoE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-3668522176705378776?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/2Ro22zUS6ZU" height="1" width="1"/>2008-10-10T00:11:27.011+02:002nonoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2008/10/love.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/OBZlGuH6z2I/el-amor-flota-en-el-aire.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Thu, 09 Oct 2008 12:04:59 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-5652128574418052280<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SO5VyX9ce7I/AAAAAAAAAig/-gSCu0n_EiE/s1600-h/amor-t7498.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SO5VyX9ce7I/AAAAAAAAAig/-gSCu0n_EiE/s400/amor-t7498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255232139101502386" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-5652128574418052280?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/OBZlGuH6z2I" height="1" width="1"/>2008-10-09T21:04:59.316+02:001http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-amor-flota-en-el-aire.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/Z8OghzB-9MU/recuerdos-olvidos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Tue, 09 Sep 2008 10:13:58 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-1660838559185858631<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SMausdZ3RhI/AAAAAAAAAiY/s8DYb0WvlxQ/s1600-h/alone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SMausdZ3RhI/AAAAAAAAAiY/s8DYb0WvlxQ/s400/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244070894950106642" border="0" /></a><br />cada día echo de menos aquellos besos, besos robados, ausentes ya de mi...<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">un imposible olvido invade las ansias de esta alma mía,<br />y te busco en cualquier parte, pero no te encuentro...ausente de mi ya te encuentras<br />y aquellos lugares que fueron nuestros, se sitúan al lado de aquel ciprés desnudo de raíces,<br />invadido de sueños prohibidos, vacios, perdidos en el tiempo...<br />cada lágrima de hiel se derrama ante mi como húmeda sensación, como si mi cuerpo fuera nube<br />y mi alma hielo roto en pedazos.............<br />el tiempo huye de mi, y el viento me arrastra a ningún lugar, el mismo sitio donde decidí depositar tu recuerdo......<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-1660838559185858631?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/Z8OghzB-9MU" height="1" width="1"/>2008-09-09T19:13:58.248+02:001http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2008/09/recuerdos-olvidos.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~3/xyVxV6Cq-S4/mosquitos-en-mi-mente.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Ariadna)Fri, 05 Sep 2008 12:47:06 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444201676208101132.post-7993959801938285240<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SMGMKPBEZ8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/kn4Q63LYjFo/s1600-h/arte_digital_juega_palabras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X7JIZ0oqQvE/SMGMKPBEZ8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/kn4Q63LYjFo/s400/arte_digital_juega_palabras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242625548693563330" border="0" /></a>Mi mente está difusa...escribo pero los mosquitos no me dejan....sólo están ellos...los mosquitos...no me dejan pensar porque lo hiciste, que es lo que paso....mosquitos...empiezo a teclear la primera frase y vuelven aparecer y es que no tengo nada claro...sólo ellos que empiezan a picarme....mosquitos...mi mente está paralizada, inerte, sin sentido...ahora sólo estan ellos, los mosquitos!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7444201676208101132-7993959801938285240?l=luna-ari.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JPxe/~4/xyVxV6Cq-S4" height="1" width="1"/>2008-09-05T21:47:06.676+02:001http://luna-ari.blogspot.com/2008/09/mosquitos-en-mi-mente.htmlnonadult