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¿cómo volver del mundo del olvido en tiempos de soledad?&lt;br /&gt;
si me perdí entre acantilados y pantanos&lt;br /&gt;
si ya no recuerdo el camino para regresar del otro lado&lt;br /&gt;
si los mapas de mis sentidos han desaparecido&lt;br /&gt;
y mis pasos ya no dejan huellas ni en el vacío&lt;br /&gt;
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debo hallar la manera de volver del pasado,&lt;br /&gt;
para escuchar la música que llevo dentro&lt;br /&gt;
para no terminar siendo un recuerdo&lt;/div&gt;
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en el baúl de secretos...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.3px;"&gt;La vida es como andar en bicicleta...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.3px;"&gt;te caes, sólo si dejas de pedalear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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tus sueños naufragaron en el mar&lt;br /&gt;
pero no dejas de soñar&lt;br /&gt;
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tus caminos no tienen mapas&lt;br /&gt;
y no sabes bien a dónde quieres llegar&lt;br /&gt;
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princesa,&lt;br /&gt;
guarda esos besos que no se devuelven&lt;br /&gt;
mira hacia el cielo y vive el presente&lt;br /&gt;
recoge tus miedos y hazlos volar&lt;br /&gt;
recuerda: eres única y especial&lt;br /&gt;
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princesa,&lt;br /&gt;
encuentra el arcoiris en otro lugar&lt;br /&gt;
donde el amor no tenga sabor a sal&lt;br /&gt;
donde la mentira no parezca verdad&lt;br /&gt;
donde te tiendan la mano para poder avanzar&lt;br /&gt;
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princesa,&lt;br /&gt;
sal de la orilla&lt;br /&gt;
y empieza a caminar...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlsNVS8nMKZaNfz6spUeHSzyXo8hEB9yxDjtEYT-JUt5pa79VeagyNM3_zo1lc6F2QkXWg4DnDAeE1wX_nT29-0YuklKk-S400xBC0E0XOShn-j6aJsy_wuaKX34VqIonLtKvp7Hjln3K/s72-c/princesa_de_fuego_31329.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></item><item><title>Inevitable...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2014/02/inevitable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2014 19:06:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-5031251532705188667</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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y gritó su amor por ti a los cuatro vientos&lt;br /&gt;
y los cuatro vientos la escucharon...menos tú.&lt;br /&gt;
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y dejó de lado todos sus lamentos&lt;br /&gt;
para romper el silencio que la envolvía por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;
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pero ya no estará más&lt;br /&gt;
se habrá ido,&lt;br /&gt;
a ser ella,&lt;br /&gt;
la que nunca ha sido....&lt;br /&gt;
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te encontré coleccionando estrellas&lt;br /&gt;
en una noche de arcoiris&lt;br /&gt;
a orillas del mar&lt;br /&gt;
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conocí ese otro lado de tu ser,&lt;br /&gt;
tan frágil, tan libre,&lt;br /&gt;
más de lo que pude imaginar&lt;br /&gt;
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pude cruzar tus fronteras&lt;br /&gt;
para conocer tu primavera&lt;br /&gt;
me perdí en tus laberintos,&lt;br /&gt;
en el amanecer de tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;
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viajamos en el tiempo sin prisas&lt;br /&gt;
sin máscaras, sin silencio,&lt;br /&gt;
jugamos a la montaña rusa de los recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;
para sentir que somos eternos.&lt;br /&gt;
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te encontré y me encontraste&lt;br /&gt;
más cerca que lejos,&lt;br /&gt;
donde los sueños se hacen realidad...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVK5lu-BtSQbCyWVCQIUMItRwE4GsLA-fqUDAqzdy5yWTCaSzpkDo3QPfOwJf5MowvdRBQBF_Vj7ODEMcYUArembEIqY3jDjayjwNTbHLLQWl8BBPCQx2iC05nCWP9NuZksPHlg3RNl3F/s72-c/1654112_10151848051150887_916557763_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>desconocida...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2014/01/desconocida.html</link><category>historias del mar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2014 21:30:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-5051609329840116669</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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te contaré historias llenas de magia,&lt;br /&gt;
mientras duermes...&lt;br /&gt;
perseguiré sueños y los atraparé&lt;br /&gt;
sólo para ti...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
seré parte de tu viaje&lt;br /&gt;
si me dejas acompañarte,&lt;br /&gt;
desde lejos&lt;br /&gt;
o tan cerca como puedas imaginar&lt;br /&gt;
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te amaré de todas las formas posibles&lt;br /&gt;
cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;
y a tiempo completo,&lt;br /&gt;
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en otoño, primavera e invierno&lt;br /&gt;
siempre contigo,&lt;br /&gt;
hasta el último respiro...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBhPkSaIf9_pb4K9FSE36-QwssQB_LUgQd0aNGrT__6ZNa8X2T4uFA-UkrmtgZPQV6BzgJ4aCbQwBh7yH2AulaJc1cAjlMEr4BRWCVXeYO0ImOVZp_34lsh4R2QL9yYIl3PQL70mBNkbF2/s72-c/167932_144916475566754_142030522522016_286558_4997653_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Despertar</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2014/01/despertar.html</link><category>historias del mar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Thu, 9 Jan 2014 10:31:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-3485044174130238482</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
haz abierto ventanas donde yo había clausurado puertas&lt;br /&gt;
era de noche y estábamos tan cerca al mar&lt;br /&gt;
cómo olvidarlo,&lt;br /&gt;
si la vista era espectacular,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tus besos con sabor a madera&lt;br /&gt;
despertaron mi primavera&lt;br /&gt;
me recordaron en secreto que eras tú&lt;br /&gt;
el que conocí en mis sueños desde hace ya tiempo&lt;br /&gt;
al que amé desde ese preciso momento,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
tal vez todo cambie al despertar&lt;br /&gt;
tal vez ya no pueda ver al mar&lt;br /&gt;
pero lo que esa noche vi en tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;
jamás lo podré olvidar.</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZGg4JMi7-k1FEUrr2jOmrFR50cRKu5aliY5jsxGmBj3sZz6J0Nmyv1AtBG23NcRHbjiznv28NOgMvFz8gFRPy94PtK6QgdNNQVY4wIfjkLjcwkrDBKsj33YihWWihqitBRl97f0OEG1B/s72-c/gavio.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><title>Carta a un desconocido</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2013/11/carta-un-desconocido.html</link><category>historias del mar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 6 Nov 2013 14:37:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-5678236528739540684</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JB6lWWHsHTHGnoAjKYnRnagrSJoMJLXKo-ZiZJtkRQCF2qRYL_3RPPAqjhcvTs3pUU0gtmjPGGClxgXKrh7yZHlgpoM65Txn-dPmp3ha0eJdQ9rChew7owjY8ILQZ5TqQU3ncrbg06TC/s1600/7576105172_c0ff9597fd_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JB6lWWHsHTHGnoAjKYnRnagrSJoMJLXKo-ZiZJtkRQCF2qRYL_3RPPAqjhcvTs3pUU0gtmjPGGClxgXKrh7yZHlgpoM65Txn-dPmp3ha0eJdQ9rChew7owjY8ILQZ5TqQU3ncrbg06TC/s400/7576105172_c0ff9597fd_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
alma libre,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
viajero en el tiempo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
echaste raíces en un jardín de flores,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
tú...que perteneces al mar...&lt;br /&gt;
hoy tus sueños duermen y despiertan lejos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
en un viaje que no tiene final&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
abres puertas donde todos cierran historias,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
dejas huellas imposibles de borrar,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
vives a toda prisa&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
entre la calma y la tempestad...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
alma libre,&lt;br /&gt;
viajero en el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;
sólo déjate alcanzar...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JB6lWWHsHTHGnoAjKYnRnagrSJoMJLXKo-ZiZJtkRQCF2qRYL_3RPPAqjhcvTs3pUU0gtmjPGGClxgXKrh7yZHlgpoM65Txn-dPmp3ha0eJdQ9rChew7owjY8ILQZ5TqQU3ncrbg06TC/s72-c/7576105172_c0ff9597fd_o.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><title>Diversxs...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2013/07/diversxs.html</link><category>diversidad</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jul 2013 20:54:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-837609602731862028</guid><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMR75gaoES48QC_s8LuNfw5KlQsWg7hg-idD2gasLHJz7EkbRYLrf1wp27mDlYL6gO6gplK3V6giBOGIFab_Fch6uyKZa_IF4EtOFEg6fm9f78a5GNvdax3qZxy5MiuunJ9bEopxEF2Pni/s1600/mc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMR75gaoES48QC_s8LuNfw5KlQsWg7hg-idD2gasLHJz7EkbRYLrf1wp27mDlYL6gO6gplK3V6giBOGIFab_Fch6uyKZa_IF4EtOFEg6fm9f78a5GNvdax3qZxy5MiuunJ9bEopxEF2Pni/s320/mc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;arco iris de esperanzas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;colores de vida y de libertad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;todas las sangres en una sola voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;todos los sueños en un mismo camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMR75gaoES48QC_s8LuNfw5KlQsWg7hg-idD2gasLHJz7EkbRYLrf1wp27mDlYL6gO6gplK3V6giBOGIFab_Fch6uyKZa_IF4EtOFEg6fm9f78a5GNvdax3qZxy5MiuunJ9bEopxEF2Pni/s72-c/mc.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>tulipanes...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2013/04/tulipanes.html</link><category>historias del mar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 3 Apr 2013 14:48:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-4762777978539308636</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKuTAZmuF2LAeGX-CUxA81wiqx5pRkj8eLe4hxQYDLruZgSsZ__juCIHAVAc8tknJssHa6vKE50EMxPexuDr8vfZ3dkWuE8hyphenhyphenqcVv224XfNRPmkT-buCihkTn9LR5Aim92YrHGTc15AlS/s1600/tulipanes-de-colores-en-florero--634708821918917723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKuTAZmuF2LAeGX-CUxA81wiqx5pRkj8eLe4hxQYDLruZgSsZ__juCIHAVAc8tknJssHa6vKE50EMxPexuDr8vfZ3dkWuE8hyphenhyphenqcVv224XfNRPmkT-buCihkTn9LR5Aim92YrHGTc15AlS/s200/tulipanes-de-colores-en-florero--634708821918917723.jpg" height="175" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Brillaban tus ojos&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
y todo tu ser hablaba con tanta alegría&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
-mientras recordabas-&lt;/div&gt;
</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKuTAZmuF2LAeGX-CUxA81wiqx5pRkj8eLe4hxQYDLruZgSsZ__juCIHAVAc8tknJssHa6vKE50EMxPexuDr8vfZ3dkWuE8hyphenhyphenqcVv224XfNRPmkT-buCihkTn9LR5Aim92YrHGTc15AlS/s72-c/tulipanes-de-colores-en-florero--634708821918917723.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><title>vida interior...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2013/02/vida-interior.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Thu, 7 Feb 2013 16:04:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-8100692823174730742</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCenslBNi3l0ooGsI_VgHZGRoMuv9EqBbSmfBv1EMqYa4pDJ2lT-9eZITfIMJt9VrkQCjE1M86LkAD5T0m4dZFaIdT-hk1N3a6aB4NJe9YJ-sqPKfEaLl5_UlFXMShJJcdiFcp3zuHPR0/s1600/314743_10151194133890887_331902161_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCenslBNi3l0ooGsI_VgHZGRoMuv9EqBbSmfBv1EMqYa4pDJ2lT-9eZITfIMJt9VrkQCjE1M86LkAD5T0m4dZFaIdT-hk1N3a6aB4NJe9YJ-sqPKfEaLl5_UlFXMShJJcdiFcp3zuHPR0/s200/314743_10151194133890887_331902161_n.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
vida interior...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
en mi cuerpo habitan infinitas notas musicales&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
y desde lejos vinieron las estrellas a posarse sobre mis cabellos,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
otra vez las montañas me han hablado, han dicho mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;
y el cielo ha mojado mis vestidos con sus lágrimas de amor&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
la mujer de ayer me desconoce,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
y la niña de hoy llama a mi puerta cada mañana&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
todo lo que necesito está aquí,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;
~en mí~&lt;/div&gt;
</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCenslBNi3l0ooGsI_VgHZGRoMuv9EqBbSmfBv1EMqYa4pDJ2lT-9eZITfIMJt9VrkQCjE1M86LkAD5T0m4dZFaIdT-hk1N3a6aB4NJe9YJ-sqPKfEaLl5_UlFXMShJJcdiFcp3zuHPR0/s72-c/314743_10151194133890887_331902161_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><title>sonidos...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2012/10/sonidos.html</link><category>historias del mar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2012 23:57:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-1902149461017814239</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3U8i7AF2pXwcqxOONySYTn145ztWCdmYPOHBxwsuLBx3dO1GN7jKZ9CxUeNnE8CL25CkmwCy0sG3Hq-nEraqZrUNMHG95Bt-xziE0yYxCwanBOB0aT1IKDQO8gqH_EhRaQA1IfcFQHj9x/s1600/mmmm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3U8i7AF2pXwcqxOONySYTn145ztWCdmYPOHBxwsuLBx3dO1GN7jKZ9CxUeNnE8CL25CkmwCy0sG3Hq-nEraqZrUNMHG95Bt-xziE0yYxCwanBOB0aT1IKDQO8gqH_EhRaQA1IfcFQHj9x/s320/mmmm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
sonidos del mar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
de un avión al pasar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
sonidos del silencio,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
después de un mágico encuentro,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
son...&lt;br /&gt;
idos...&lt;/div&gt;
</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3U8i7AF2pXwcqxOONySYTn145ztWCdmYPOHBxwsuLBx3dO1GN7jKZ9CxUeNnE8CL25CkmwCy0sG3Hq-nEraqZrUNMHG95Bt-xziE0yYxCwanBOB0aT1IKDQO8gqH_EhRaQA1IfcFQHj9x/s72-c/mmmm.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total></item><item><title>Inesperado...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2012/10/inesperado.html</link><category>historias del mar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2012 19:15:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-5089766814360247174</guid><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6tz4d3L7S_HOY6FCqNBM1ggz0alA5rr239bQABoGBrKMgRg_8oqe6iegt29Oyt4kqPaepiAT4CIPz9oXn-neoH4zJs37gIY8c4Kg84bdkCwAhKgQG6b71-49hYuYxFSpEgvfQvUdnVK14/s1600/m.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6tz4d3L7S_HOY6FCqNBM1ggz0alA5rr239bQABoGBrKMgRg_8oqe6iegt29Oyt4kqPaepiAT4CIPz9oXn-neoH4zJs37gIY8c4Kg84bdkCwAhKgQG6b71-49hYuYxFSpEgvfQvUdnVK14/s200/m.jpeg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
conocí tu ternura por primera vez,&lt;br /&gt;
la vi nacer en tus ojos&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
y la sentí al recorrer con tus manos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
los bordes de mi rostro&lt;/div&gt;
</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6tz4d3L7S_HOY6FCqNBM1ggz0alA5rr239bQABoGBrKMgRg_8oqe6iegt29Oyt4kqPaepiAT4CIPz9oXn-neoH4zJs37gIY8c4Kg84bdkCwAhKgQG6b71-49hYuYxFSpEgvfQvUdnVK14/s72-c/m.jpeg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><title>puesta de sol</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2012/10/puesta-de-sol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 3 Oct 2012 10:03:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-2515253509928538995</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
~haciendo fotosíntesis~&lt;/div&gt;
</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvwdHJRSWBat9MslKU3S1yHDBW1HM4sNMneACEmKZ6m09miIuwgO9knTarROqAaq3AOvQzAJJU_cS1Tveog676G1XDm4JF-6twGtfTEllsVXYuDZBKjdCWbacbU6MrNgcpEDPIEjtYYhN/s72-c/lamc.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><title>Unicornio</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2012/07/unicornio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Jul 2012 19:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-7078561236451548476</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdWXWoROGUZ3NUTzAqQlkivqFEhqQe-GkeyO5AtKoYR71RQBu2fCWmB5rOqJG7Mui5GISmXPodTn_3wo887un22xIhUCPDPr_zQF-_1Z-fhf26ERfh8zrKqY8NOoOW3vfJiZEUbVJDobB/s1600/noche.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdWXWoROGUZ3NUTzAqQlkivqFEhqQe-GkeyO5AtKoYR71RQBu2fCWmB5rOqJG7Mui5GISmXPodTn_3wo887un22xIhUCPDPr_zQF-_1Z-fhf26ERfh8zrKqY8NOoOW3vfJiZEUbVJDobB/s320/noche.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;hablaré de ti en tiempo pasado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
para que mi tiempo presente&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;~pueda tener futuro~&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcdWXWoROGUZ3NUTzAqQlkivqFEhqQe-GkeyO5AtKoYR71RQBu2fCWmB5rOqJG7Mui5GISmXPodTn_3wo887un22xIhUCPDPr_zQF-_1Z-fhf26ERfh8zrKqY8NOoOW3vfJiZEUbVJDobB/s72-c/noche.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><title>inhabitable...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2012/06/inhabitable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2012 19:15:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-5765896745478707483</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqykseOqbovC1_m23-bJPlq-UNJc0DI5nqnwBD8oJIozAN3rgWklyq9X4titmYF3tI4nb7sHrkuv8BKTAvmho-qEpk2OEnASWUmzaJNNxj8dfgn7C8yQmcM98_H0br4weG4cUFShyphenhyphenP26G-/s1600/anhelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqykseOqbovC1_m23-bJPlq-UNJc0DI5nqnwBD8oJIozAN3rgWklyq9X4titmYF3tI4nb7sHrkuv8BKTAvmho-qEpk2OEnASWUmzaJNNxj8dfgn7C8yQmcM98_H0br4weG4cUFShyphenhyphenP26G-/s320/anhelo.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
apagaste mis incendios&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
con tus miradas de hielo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqykseOqbovC1_m23-bJPlq-UNJc0DI5nqnwBD8oJIozAN3rgWklyq9X4titmYF3tI4nb7sHrkuv8BKTAvmho-qEpk2OEnASWUmzaJNNxj8dfgn7C8yQmcM98_H0br4weG4cUFShyphenhyphenP26G-/s72-c/anhelo.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><title>de un extremo a otro</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2012/05/de-un-extremo-otro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Fri, 4 May 2012 20:08:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-5972723207870957910</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5roXsCRQkTWOBX3QMSKO7CvwiOF4-o4KOEa1pnpl7l4uxuVt0eqb3bzyov9gK5ysTjsVr14MhEdPi0Osi8CODpW1d9dDth-M3diFSF3p8F6owUX5Lxy71m4V7B0nfCazkUsccGUYv8Uq/s1600/y1pPAK-FgXO2VrRVZAvOYhR5amqF9ZOowTEOB-PRjdmuh0Z5CYMjLEHlIykBd_gS9TMg5Un83YfH2Kuwx3ntBa6Mg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5roXsCRQkTWOBX3QMSKO7CvwiOF4-o4KOEa1pnpl7l4uxuVt0eqb3bzyov9gK5ysTjsVr14MhEdPi0Osi8CODpW1d9dDth-M3diFSF3p8F6owUX5Lxy71m4V7B0nfCazkUsccGUYv8Uq/s320/y1pPAK-FgXO2VrRVZAvOYhR5amqF9ZOowTEOB-PRjdmuh0Z5CYMjLEHlIykBd_gS9TMg5Un83YfH2Kuwx3ntBa6Mg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
se quedó con una
colección de besos y caricias&lt;br /&gt;
ancladas en las
aristas de su cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;
se dejó envolver
por el silencio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;
que permaneció
durante años como cómplice de sus
misterios,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;
así&amp;nbsp; como &amp;nbsp;llegó, se fue,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;
por la puerta de
atrás&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;
desconocida, desmoronada, desorientada&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;
pero con la certeza de que no regresará jamás...&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5roXsCRQkTWOBX3QMSKO7CvwiOF4-o4KOEa1pnpl7l4uxuVt0eqb3bzyov9gK5ysTjsVr14MhEdPi0Osi8CODpW1d9dDth-M3diFSF3p8F6owUX5Lxy71m4V7B0nfCazkUsccGUYv8Uq/s72-c/y1pPAK-FgXO2VrRVZAvOYhR5amqF9ZOowTEOB-PRjdmuh0Z5CYMjLEHlIykBd_gS9TMg5Un83YfH2Kuwx3ntBa6Mg.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><title>volviendo a las palabras</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2012/05/volviendo-las-palabras.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 2 May 2012 20:34:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-4916049356752491929</guid><description>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5wEPlmr1jkoeM680IUwHCUaRJKnpyUbhI8XZs7zHgaEJLTrCQVcnUZ0hWI6njxRQjOry76A85quTL1CWBwlk0ueIU7Rcm19_enuGVC0SGPdqsr6_gI9dO67S3PvBpDerMBpKjdFIh0N1a/s1600/PAISAJE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5wEPlmr1jkoeM680IUwHCUaRJKnpyUbhI8XZs7zHgaEJLTrCQVcnUZ0hWI6njxRQjOry76A85quTL1CWBwlk0ueIU7Rcm19_enuGVC0SGPdqsr6_gI9dO67S3PvBpDerMBpKjdFIh0N1a/s320/PAISAJE.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;lograste
abreviarme &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;hacer
de mí una letra sin compañía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-mi
nombre me reclama-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5wEPlmr1jkoeM680IUwHCUaRJKnpyUbhI8XZs7zHgaEJLTrCQVcnUZ0hWI6njxRQjOry76A85quTL1CWBwlk0ueIU7Rcm19_enuGVC0SGPdqsr6_gI9dO67S3PvBpDerMBpKjdFIh0N1a/s72-c/PAISAJE.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Diálogos internos...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2012/02/antes-de-partir.html</link><category>historias del mar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 19:39:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-2258386444112585105</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjhNGtlmS2F0ICSNIGtCsy0qVgxukyqDxo36TPdXTv6Nbob05-0XL54XoMFV6d_mwEoXm1-eYR_AD4RkNnpK7Cm0H9abQ3UBARrAN_AkTB9C8WdQoLMWAsZEdUhRFvEJefrhCZv_Whntl/s1600/tumblr_lg3ymiUboY1qcpeppo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjhNGtlmS2F0ICSNIGtCsy0qVgxukyqDxo36TPdXTv6Nbob05-0XL54XoMFV6d_mwEoXm1-eYR_AD4RkNnpK7Cm0H9abQ3UBARrAN_AkTB9C8WdQoLMWAsZEdUhRFvEJefrhCZv_Whntl/s320/tumblr_lg3ymiUboY1qcpeppo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;En algún momento,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;más temprano que tarde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;descifrará sus miedos;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;y lo que queda por decir,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;~ lo dirá el silencio~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjhNGtlmS2F0ICSNIGtCsy0qVgxukyqDxo36TPdXTv6Nbob05-0XL54XoMFV6d_mwEoXm1-eYR_AD4RkNnpK7Cm0H9abQ3UBARrAN_AkTB9C8WdQoLMWAsZEdUhRFvEJefrhCZv_Whntl/s72-c/tumblr_lg3ymiUboY1qcpeppo1_500_large.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total></item><item><title>en solitario...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2011/12/desconocida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 09:10:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-728117124838852144</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT63ZO8yVkpBg-a-YJrUYqB4gUOsRguyald824KWjt6fOiXZ6sz3-NlAxK84USt5K5YCz7yICqlFvRAhZSQGmMHM-GqyG2uRajHR5NjkOcduYCYbklGNMHkwrrtSrTICZQNUU6ooIdZs2p/s1600/IMG_0948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT63ZO8yVkpBg-a-YJrUYqB4gUOsRguyald824KWjt6fOiXZ6sz3-NlAxK84USt5K5YCz7yICqlFvRAhZSQGmMHM-GqyG2uRajHR5NjkOcduYCYbklGNMHkwrrtSrTICZQNUU6ooIdZs2p/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deshabitada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;internada en otro cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;
a tiempo completo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desorientada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conociendo su oscuridad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mientras a su alrededor está amaneciendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;atrapada en esta búsqueda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frenética,&lt;br /&gt;
periférica...&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT63ZO8yVkpBg-a-YJrUYqB4gUOsRguyald824KWjt6fOiXZ6sz3-NlAxK84USt5K5YCz7yICqlFvRAhZSQGmMHM-GqyG2uRajHR5NjkOcduYCYbklGNMHkwrrtSrTICZQNUU6ooIdZs2p/s72-c/IMG_0948.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></item><item><title>emocional...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2011/12/emocional.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Thu, 8 Dec 2011 08:26:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-8045147324279889109</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdbYNcNAYreaV365xmRR-HNYLxFTpRFJjOkGvRekee9NSyl7T2iyJEa6bY_LaWplwJXiN3DTYu6TtOhqGCSdrHC_jX61vKtUCVkz15YBh61hKkqkDC2ZPXABrguHO4V_acXUvECRJTzXY/s1600/barcos+de+papel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdbYNcNAYreaV365xmRR-HNYLxFTpRFJjOkGvRekee9NSyl7T2iyJEa6bY_LaWplwJXiN3DTYu6TtOhqGCSdrHC_jX61vKtUCVkz15YBh61hKkqkDC2ZPXABrguHO4V_acXUvECRJTzXY/s200/barcos+de+papel.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 27px;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 27px;"&gt;jugando a las escondidas en el laberinto de mis sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 27px;"&gt;inventariando emociones, sentimientos, recuerdos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 27px;"&gt;buscando "eso" que se extravió en silencio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdbYNcNAYreaV365xmRR-HNYLxFTpRFJjOkGvRekee9NSyl7T2iyJEa6bY_LaWplwJXiN3DTYu6TtOhqGCSdrHC_jX61vKtUCVkz15YBh61hKkqkDC2ZPXABrguHO4V_acXUvECRJTzXY/s72-c/barcos+de+papel.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>acceso restringido...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2011/10/acceso-restringido.html</link><category>historias del mar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Sat, 8 Oct 2011 11:52:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-145849429609263362</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ckp0ncSKMhIoPuWk4kD1dxjpOUk54fhXb_cBPy2rZMGGcGY1ixlrV1eS6pNqryINuiwFXEb7elnnpJhCtv6Z52KHzUKGi5K-laMloqcGz-JsCnT1NT6XGpQWdFiDcjwAorEOOK6LreXH/s1600/la-llave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="72" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ckp0ncSKMhIoPuWk4kD1dxjpOUk54fhXb_cBPy2rZMGGcGY1ixlrV1eS6pNqryINuiwFXEb7elnnpJhCtv6Z52KHzUKGi5K-laMloqcGz-JsCnT1NT6XGpQWdFiDcjwAorEOOK6LreXH/s200/la-llave.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~para llegar a conocerte~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tendría que&amp;nbsp;descifrar&amp;nbsp;tus misterios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;aprender el significado de tus silencios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;resolver las ecuaciones de tus secretos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tendría que&amp;nbsp;amar la libertad de tu universo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;atrapar instantes y hacerlos eternos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sentirte cerca cuando estás&amp;nbsp;lejos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;para llegar a conocerte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tendría que sintonizar tus emociones en otras frecuencias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;recorrer laberintos para alcanzar las estrellas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cruzar tus orillas en tiempos de tormenta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;tendría que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;caminar tras tus huellas hacia lo desconocido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;entender la vida en tan solo un suspiro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;saber que te has ido porque así lo has decidido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;para llegar a conocerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tendría que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;buscarte en el norte y encontrarte en el sur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ckp0ncSKMhIoPuWk4kD1dxjpOUk54fhXb_cBPy2rZMGGcGY1ixlrV1eS6pNqryINuiwFXEb7elnnpJhCtv6Z52KHzUKGi5K-laMloqcGz-JsCnT1NT6XGpQWdFiDcjwAorEOOK6LreXH/s72-c/la-llave.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">26</thr:total></item><item><title>desconocida...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2011/07/desconocida.html</link><category>historias del mar</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 20:58:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-2168786964369638263</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkKLucLuNcjtq6yhADkVQImA477Hk1L9MUB3a12Dxu5OOk9FWkbulV4PNmkc5_QB6HOZj1pRlgpv7KXQLYVltdGh3B7Sy8VzUtVCVQgEY7xmi4BtYtEd7aAXfGZ5Peh5iAzFT8esBVW1n/s1600/Ausencia+mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkKLucLuNcjtq6yhADkVQImA477Hk1L9MUB3a12Dxu5OOk9FWkbulV4PNmkc5_QB6HOZj1pRlgpv7KXQLYVltdGh3B7Sy8VzUtVCVQgEY7xmi4BtYtEd7aAXfGZ5Peh5iAzFT8esBVW1n/s320/Ausencia+mar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;demasiada ausencia para un corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;infinito silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eterna espera...&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkKLucLuNcjtq6yhADkVQImA477Hk1L9MUB3a12Dxu5OOk9FWkbulV4PNmkc5_QB6HOZj1pRlgpv7KXQLYVltdGh3B7Sy8VzUtVCVQgEY7xmi4BtYtEd7aAXfGZ5Peh5iAzFT8esBVW1n/s72-c/Ausencia+mar.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total></item><item><title>misterio...</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2011/07/misterio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Wed, 6 Jul 2011 08:53:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-3860282081727146001</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhfVwiRgof2MIHDB5xLA6VwdqTzGm48ZC3xDI4EKoF2pl5RXdjzYjGMaGBMlyAsDHi9cutC3exOTQSPMtDcroB-J8po4-plN227NNwLoaaXtfT_mh79b-Dl81AjVMqUuClQokL94UY9N7/s1600/1200978861_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhfVwiRgof2MIHDB5xLA6VwdqTzGm48ZC3xDI4EKoF2pl5RXdjzYjGMaGBMlyAsDHi9cutC3exOTQSPMtDcroB-J8po4-plN227NNwLoaaXtfT_mh79b-Dl81AjVMqUuClQokL94UY9N7/s200/1200978861_f.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;¿a dónde se fueron?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;las cosquillas en el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;las mariposas en el estómago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;los cortocircuitos en la piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhfVwiRgof2MIHDB5xLA6VwdqTzGm48ZC3xDI4EKoF2pl5RXdjzYjGMaGBMlyAsDHi9cutC3exOTQSPMtDcroB-J8po4-plN227NNwLoaaXtfT_mh79b-Dl81AjVMqUuClQokL94UY9N7/s72-c/1200978861_f.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></item><item><title>edades</title><link>http://tiempolibre-m.blogspot.com/2011/06/edades.html</link><category>edades</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (m)</author><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 21:01:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208503408430604105.post-6766222391602840692</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBYbmVRuxBia9KJV_lETG3pezZC6-5PGtsMwUWNUDevRST5AhqZdx4YAW8tm2XSHvIWeOkd6I8MOmBmr2W9DstGJmWq_3raeg1T6kzzccFP9cYcaxsC1El1d4Hbcr1p8Xy4UG0OZj1-VU/s1600/000001276357d0d2564b10aa007f000000000001_Los%252520Sentidos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBYbmVRuxBia9KJV_lETG3pezZC6-5PGtsMwUWNUDevRST5AhqZdx4YAW8tm2XSHvIWeOkd6I8MOmBmr2W9DstGJmWq_3raeg1T6kzzccFP9cYcaxsC1El1d4Hbcr1p8Xy4UG0OZj1-VU/s320/000001276357d0d2564b10aa007f000000000001_Los%252520Sentidos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;la edad de mi piel que ha tocado la escarcha y la seda&lt;br /&gt;
la edad de mi boca que ha gustado de la sal y el azúcar&lt;br /&gt;
la edad de mis oídos que han escuchado estruendos y melodías&lt;br /&gt;
la edad de mi corazón que ha vivido encuentros y despedidas&lt;br /&gt;
la edad de mi nariz que ha olido hedores y fragancias&lt;br /&gt;
la edad de mis ojos que han visto poco y han admirado todo&lt;br /&gt;
la edad de mi edad...&lt;br /&gt;
-es mi edad-&lt;/span&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBYbmVRuxBia9KJV_lETG3pezZC6-5PGtsMwUWNUDevRST5AhqZdx4YAW8tm2XSHvIWeOkd6I8MOmBmr2W9DstGJmWq_3raeg1T6kzzccFP9cYcaxsC1El1d4Hbcr1p8Xy4UG0OZj1-VU/s72-c/000001276357d0d2564b10aa007f000000000001_Los%252520Sentidos.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item></channel></rss>