<?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-3001251192463880964</id><updated>2024-11-01T05:47:24.914-07:00</updated><category term="POESIAS"/><category term="pensamientos"/><title type='text'>Mi Sueño</title><subtitle type='html'>THE FANTASY OF A GODNES IN THIS WORLD, DARK POETRY</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-1035372895266549338</id><published>2011-03-07T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:06:58.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Fire of Your Love</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;  can you tell me how to kill a whisper inside my mind that screams your name, and it&#39;s kill my broken heart.  can you tell me how to be a woman without a soul, and my tears are dried because this love is just so lost.  you&#39;re into this dark dream, and you turns into my lightand I hate your&amp;nbsp; face, and I hate this dream because I keep falling apart in the fire of your love.  can you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/1035372895266549338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-fire-of-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/1035372895266549338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/1035372895266549338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-fire-of-your-love.html' title='In the Fire of Your Love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8s2lyShnJabKFkNHwtDLUt24PBFcxdjpcAoRUXzRxHaSC_8RHHv7bd6xv3dj3akbnp_z4WxO6goKeAvJShy7Zp6rYo309arE2py8lrPjrMs0OCs3mxy1KG3Qzpk4UoBodRdS1lkgt8dW/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-470182589100851134</id><published>2011-03-01T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:04:29.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escuela Terrenal.</title><summary type="text">  &amp;nbsp; Desde el cielo me enviaste a obsernar&amp;nbsp; el dolor y a aprender a amar, hoy la tristeza&amp;nbsp; marca mi corazon, y  las alas que me enviaste no funcionan para protejerme del el dolor, si pudiera derramar el llanto que nace de de mi corazon, bañiaria al mundo con las aguas de este amor.  &amp;nbsp; quisiera ser quien decidiera el tiempo del final de lo malo, quisira acerlo para no ver mas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/470182589100851134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2011/03/escuela-terrenal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/470182589100851134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/470182589100851134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2011/03/escuela-terrenal.html' title='Escuela Terrenal.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-1933867973884268213</id><published>2011-01-30T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T10:24:12.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentira de un angel.</title><summary type="text">

creí en un ángel, y jugo con migo, también rompió mi corazón, en el silencio que se ha escondido, el ha jugado con nuestro amor.
Hoy las lágrimas rozan mi cara, hoy la soledad regresa a mi torpe corazón, el se ríe de mi desgracia el se deleita de su acción, guarda silencio y corre el llanto, guarda silencio de nuestro amor.
La tenue musa que un día lleno su vientre de aquel ángel terca lución, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/1933867973884268213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2011/01/mentira-de-un-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/1933867973884268213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/1933867973884268213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2011/01/mentira-de-un-angel.html' title='Mentira de un angel.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglADUHPKDFzUwzrXIZuvFCrgr9iKs6tXidpJo_bNn8gkCOTNl0fBxzmkvYlGxkzH-SaGwk1rlFh-15B4oo_11cVrF_XRoFmQZ5iXasE7mSvl4W6kdVDsn2WkGokrg0CA3Fe72khDbCcS8V/s72-c/infiel4%255B1%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-3821335425514747492</id><published>2011-01-25T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:58:54.888-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamientos"/><title type='text'>Mi Resultado</title><summary type="text">


Al pasar el tiempo las heridas que no sanan han de crecer
&amp;nbsp;las miradas perdidas, deliran en el tiempo
&amp;nbsp;y la&amp;nbsp;ilusiones&amp;nbsp;solo se&amp;nbsp;convierten&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;en tormentos.


&amp;nbsp;Por que la distancia se come la hilucion que un dia formo?
&amp;nbsp;por que la esperanza pierde su brillo?
por que las personas se vuelven gris y la alegria que existio un dia se vuelve llanto?.

Pues ya </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/3821335425514747492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2011/01/al-pasar-el-tiempo-las-heridas-que-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/3821335425514747492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/3821335425514747492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2011/01/al-pasar-el-tiempo-las-heridas-que-no.html' title='Mi Resultado'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxjHNL7hYtCnbRtIRQKdSL9lf7zjGJKlleONxVlkw2xd6lXf_IbRqa8TVdiws5KAPi-yYAhy41eMC-yZP6TQtrU4RpjhU5q03L2Z3YB0c-WLhILk3AamdEf9XprtdPMcKPH9SYuiktcZQo/s72-c/a_walk_in_the_dark_3393.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-8219252766478774064</id><published>2010-09-28T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:05:27.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Siento</title><summary type="text"> Ya no siento tus&amp;nbsp;cariseas&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;aun&amp;nbsp;queman mi piel, ya no siento tus besos que me das sin&amp;nbsp;concesión, ya no siento tus manos&amp;nbsp;recorriendo&amp;nbsp;todo mi cuerpo, tu virtud es nula, y tus pasiones ya se han muerto, y para menos decir, tu cuerpo sobre el mio ya&amp;nbsp;ni siquiera&amp;nbsp;lo siento. Me&amp;nbsp;anestesia&amp;nbsp;el cansancio de esta&amp;nbsp;triste&amp;nbsp;agonía, y&amp;nbsp;aunque</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/8219252766478774064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-siento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/8219252766478774064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/8219252766478774064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-siento.html' title='No Siento'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSd_yKkWLFXG9iqRYj6syXz9QLKz7pGNCmX8yDmhVkK3DdkssYePgFGn0_3bGnyN4rfrFHinDkW5F2NZgOydTWXVnI6GaK08m4ovl4sMNdfaLd7x8lBtl066BjlV-CAaJevvpMS9EEqMeb/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-4014549131656084501</id><published>2010-09-26T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:41:49.875-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POESIAS"/><title type='text'>Mirada De Cristal</title><summary type="text"> 
Me miras y no me vez, solo puedes ver mi reflejo, y cuando me ves solo observas parte de mi, crees ver mi rostro, crees ver mi cuerpo, crees escuchar mis&amp;nbsp;labios&amp;nbsp;que te&amp;nbsp;dicen&amp;nbsp;te quiero. Pero al mirar mis ojos, solo encuentras un&amp;nbsp;vacío, y es que mis ojos son mis labios, y ellos&amp;nbsp;dicen&amp;nbsp;tanto, pero son palabras sin sentido, pues mis palabras&amp;nbsp;están&amp;nbsp;llenas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/4014549131656084501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/mirada-de-cristal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/4014549131656084501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/4014549131656084501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/mirada-de-cristal.html' title='Mirada De Cristal'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-gHl3hTuIAY/TKAP1vPTkaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/yXqY4Hj5Pp4/s72-c/TUS%20OJOS_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-7276506124997973429</id><published>2010-09-26T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:37:53.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El LLanto Oculto</title><summary type="text"> 
Puedo verte llorar, puedo sentir tu dolor mientras observo tu rostro y sostengo tus manos entre las&amp;nbsp;mías.Pero el rostro que veo no es ese tenue reflejo que se ve en el espejo, es mas bien el reflejo de tu alma que se observa en tus ojos, es ese rostro que&amp;nbsp;ocultas&amp;nbsp;hasta de ti mismo,&amp;nbsp;detrás&amp;nbsp;de tu propia piel.Sabes yo siempre estoy junto a ti, justo&amp;nbsp;ahí&amp;nbsp;a tu lado</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/7276506124997973429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/el-llanto-oculto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/7276506124997973429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/7276506124997973429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/el-llanto-oculto.html' title='El LLanto Oculto'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9cL6PKbW9TBmwlev9r1uQrOoOVY804qKy4M5Ki4jVPcLfXoLhJM-UC_P3LiR3npRHNvAKFkmP17I8RWvDoqwcIaajzmplymTumUcjhlyirf1hUnITWf0VU8g1sPjTq1cEe9irhywbTr7P/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-5473484582378773280</id><published>2010-09-26T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:38:40.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin Inspiracion</title><summary type="text"> 
Se que aun me queda por conocer el mundo, se que apenas conozco cicatrices de la vida, pero ni mentira ni verdad, hoy lo que siento no lo puedo expresar.Si este&amp;nbsp;lápiz&amp;nbsp;de amarga tinta fuere capaz de escribir mi destino, pero se niega solo escribe sus caprichos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/5473484582378773280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/sin-inspiracion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/5473484582378773280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/5473484582378773280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/sin-inspiracion.html' title='Sin Inspiracion'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-gHl3hTuIAY/TKAChojPTzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qTkYYv2x2qM/s72-c/inspiracion_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-2812749467647675862</id><published>2010-09-26T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:39:37.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuego</title><summary type="text"> La piel se desprende de mi cuerpo mio, y mi alma solo aviva las llamas del sentimiento. La&amp;nbsp;pasión&amp;nbsp;que&amp;nbsp;existió&amp;nbsp;una vez se a extinguido, y me extirpo la piel que me quemas con tu aliento.Ya no hay liquido que pueda apagar esta hoguera, ya no hay no hay forma de salir de esta fosa.Mas la escalera de tu fuerte espalda que hiere y lastima, pues este fuego no se apaga mas que con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/2812749467647675862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/fuego.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/2812749467647675862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/2812749467647675862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/fuego.html' title='Fuego'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjkr-TGHZMHviwbFQumuxnxXroxnOdBpKKVy6VUM00qNOWiNcMAK0bIzxCUq8_Qrt6GjE4rNgeAuAi0KCkFX_LdUzvhQMlaRtRvEzleRtS0G2Xo6oNBFBYkaAEWAq9gP7e6AZvoTtf1EM0/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-4145095367659959544</id><published>2010-09-26T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:42:31.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chica Tropical</title><summary type="text"> 
Chica Tropical Que buscas&amp;nbsp;aquí?, en donde&amp;nbsp;ase&amp;nbsp;frío, en donde solo hay&amp;nbsp;vacío, chica tropical que buscas&amp;nbsp;aquí?,&amp;nbsp;aquí&amp;nbsp;no hay sol,&amp;nbsp;aquí&amp;nbsp;no hay arena, ni palmeras, ni arboles de frutas jugosas,&amp;nbsp;aquí&amp;nbsp;no hay nada.
Chica tropical, como tropical hoguera, se que en tu sangre arde el fuego, pero en mi carne se congela el viento,&amp;nbsp;aquí&amp;nbsp;la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/4145095367659959544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/chica-tropical.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/4145095367659959544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/4145095367659959544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/chica-tropical.html' title='Chica Tropical'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-gHl3hTuIAY/TKAKp0T5hQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JMB4pbJvVo8/s72-c/20071013023555-316611-silberne-stock-1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-6108223648006922826</id><published>2010-09-26T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:40:19.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paginas de Olvido</title><summary type="text"> 
Una brisa suave me acaricia y en tus manos siento el viento, viento que me eleva y me llena de pasado, mas el tiempo y no hay regreso, y he&amp;nbsp;caído&amp;nbsp;en un lugar oscuro,&amp;nbsp; lleno de polvo y de llantos silenciosos.Para mi no pasa el tiempo, para&amp;nbsp; mi solo hay olvido, y lo que marcaste en mi se&amp;nbsp;desase&amp;nbsp;en el&amp;nbsp;vacío, tanto que me amaste, tanto que compartimos, y&amp;nbsp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/6108223648006922826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/paginas-de-olvido.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/6108223648006922826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/6108223648006922826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/paginas-de-olvido.html' title='Paginas de Olvido'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-gHl3hTuIAY/TJ_pTsGJ4YI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q4B1g1zcqGk/s72-c/080420-01_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-4010619821140415331</id><published>2010-09-24T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:59:20.108-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamientos"/><title type='text'>Una Tivia Tarde.</title><summary type="text">

Entre tinieblas me encontraste&amp;nbsp;dulce&amp;nbsp;ángel&amp;nbsp;durmiente, y una chispa en tu mirada se arrastro mas abajo de mi&amp;nbsp;vientre, y a la luz de un beso en la rosa mas fragante y delicada&amp;nbsp;caí&amp;nbsp;a tus brazos, entre sueños de pasiones, entre rizas y quebrantos abofeteaste mi rostro con tus dulces alas cuanta&amp;nbsp;emoción&amp;nbsp;rozo mi cuerpo y hasta el&amp;nbsp;clímax&amp;nbsp;me elevaste.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/4010619821140415331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/una-tivia-tarde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/4010619821140415331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/4010619821140415331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/una-tivia-tarde.html' title='Una Tivia Tarde.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MUYp121BlR8Yl_6bm8tMu_Vl_Yt5TSE66n41XGU4WUlO1r_Png6IQCVCXGMOtFOeBeATrvroOwORwy-0Ym3xckecLyqv-dRJfte2E-01ik0v7_QX9E5RPD6L_sZPOHRJooJKvdC6DhB4/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-1381170276443536665</id><published>2010-09-24T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:54:26.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gris</title><summary type="text"> 
Me siento gris, como una foto olvidada, como una flor en el desierto, como un fantasma, y es que la vida sigue y pasa sin percatarce que estoy presente.Siento un abismo, si ese que succiona el alma y no tu cuerpo, como si destruyera la vida con su subyugante potencia, pero no, no es asi, solo un ser energumeno es quien me ayuda a subsistir en este mar de quebrantos, angustia y sufrimientos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/1381170276443536665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/gris.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/1381170276443536665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/1381170276443536665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/gris.html' title='Gris'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-gHl3hTuIAY/TJ1py3-FbxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TEOu3m70mm8/s72-c/4546309544_b36b44e526_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-577250920633227684</id><published>2010-09-22T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:52:14.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abcs</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; 
Abecés&amp;nbsp;solo quiero morir, dejar de existir, dejar de tener tanta angustia,apartarme por un momento del mundo, de todo ser viviente, de toda existencia,y dejar de sentir, pensar o existir material o espiritualmente, deseo dejar que mi&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;nbsp;se detenga y evitar que sienta las necedades que le torturan diariamente. 
Pero!! para que hablar de ese musculo&amp;nbsp;palpitante&amp;nbsp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/577250920633227684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/abcs.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/577250920633227684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/577250920633227684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/09/abcs.html' title='Abcs'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-gHl3hTuIAY/TJqpl_iAaAI/AAAAAAAAAEs/RwP6YnF5sLA/s72-c/soledad2ik9_thumb.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-7615964862717913118</id><published>2010-07-11T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T12:54:23.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Amor</title><summary type="text">
 Vienes como el viento y me acaricias,vienes y vas sin un control, un día vienes y me ases tuyay luego marchas sin un&amp;nbsp; adiós.      Quédate con migo es lo que pienso, quédate aquí en mi interiorpues si te vas solo hay vacíoy si te marchas solo hay dolor.      En cada beso que de ti recibomi cuerpo arde, y mi&amp;nbsp; alma adquiere esa&amp;nbsp; alegría que ase al mundo de mil color.      Sin un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/7615964862717913118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/07/al-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/7615964862717913118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/7615964862717913118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/07/al-amor.html' title='Al Amor'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgE5RDbwXz93iLlgEvqhRCLVt5nSBa4db8dOpaee_6wsNFZHPs5ceOJ0XYimyWaP9I29Eo8JZsgX2AN1MmpHhUPy8I_AP5GWSNPdBiZ2GBMUAOJ6jLPUYW_8wJpMnwSgVi8xKusRn2id4/s72-c/Desvanecer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-748261203767193670</id><published>2010-07-11T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:20:26.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las mentiras</title><summary type="text">

El sol no finge luz&amp;nbsp;ni Dios finge su amor&amp;nbsp;pero nosotros&amp;nbsp;aquí&amp;nbsp;en la tierra fingimos&amp;nbsp;tanto,&amp;nbsp;tanto, tanto,&amp;nbsp;que perdemos en esto nuestro valor.
 Como confiar en un amigocomo confiar en un amorsi no podemos confiar en nosotros mismos&amp;nbsp;y hasta&amp;nbsp;aveces&amp;nbsp;dudamos que exista Dios. 
 A cada mentira siento que mueroy no recuerdo cuando hablo mi&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/748261203767193670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/07/las-mentiras.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/748261203767193670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/748261203767193670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/07/las-mentiras.html' title='Las mentiras'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisMz5UHtRO_9JPANdsG_LDbmUqTwsxoKXnudxDwjULkfJm6YhBim6hrBiiWc8vT_5RPY97cOrp1mn_TeSUGZLjg-tXNyJJGTZkUQ5xuQ8NQZZPE8lqa-IsI5enWox3-cPGpxYvwiw1N8mp/s72-c/mentiras3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-8458757680931030220</id><published>2010-07-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:45:42.209-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamientos"/><title type='text'>Ante el mundo.</title><summary type="text">descubre mas de una una mujer, lo que piensa lo que siente lo que es.



ANTE EL MUNDO
Ante el mundo somos felices,&amp;nbsp;ante el mundo todo esta bien,&amp;nbsp;son una gran pareja,&amp;nbsp;así&amp;nbsp;nos&amp;nbsp;dicen,&amp;nbsp;pero no todo es como&amp;nbsp;así&amp;nbsp;ves.
Ante falsas&amp;nbsp;sonrisas, falsas caricias,&amp;nbsp;falso amor, ambos sabemos lo que se oculta,&amp;nbsp;ambos sabemos que no hay amor.
Como duele </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/8458757680931030220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/07/ante-el-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/8458757680931030220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/8458757680931030220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/07/ante-el-mundo.html' title='Ante el mundo.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYGwOCi4nNPBEdV06E19IcaYZKRA1m6ArzN8y1K7YSRjjb2SDSr6PnYqe0q1-CTe5shjlyYU2Dv8oe-KrhgWyvCqjqQBoL7XjSCwwbHq2r4-xKxH1Sx3zg0Jzvthb7VtMDz6w4aQyHDa5/s72-c/20051221203729-vida-y-muerte.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-751971863130340124</id><published>2010-05-05T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T15:14:48.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hombre perfecto</title><summary type="text"> 
Soñé&amp;nbsp;con cabellos dorados,soñé&amp;nbsp;con labios rosados,con la&amp;nbsp;sincronía&amp;nbsp;perfectaentre lo animal y lo divino.
Con manos perfectas toco mi cuerpo,y sus ojos verdes&amp;nbsp;se robaron mi aliento,sus brazon me elevaron como en toda&amp;nbsp;fantasía,&amp;nbsp;y entre sus piernas,&amp;nbsp;justo en ese lugar escondido,su fuerte miembro guardaba erecto.
Como moza sedi a sus besos,como fiera tome su </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/751971863130340124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/05/hombre-perfecto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/751971863130340124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/751971863130340124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/05/hombre-perfecto.html' title='Hombre perfecto'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-gHl3hTuIAY/S-JESYxLMgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ltupFxcKk3M/s72-c/genetica_hombredios_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-4222310782616391522</id><published>2010-04-29T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:24:05.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui sentada.</title><summary type="text">&amp;#160;        Aquí estoy sentada, mirando al mundo desvanecer,siento que los años pasan, siento que nada esta bien.        Miro la vida atravesar barreras, miro al mundo pero no esta bien, mucha muerte de gente inocente, y mucha muerte de no tan inocentes,pero aunque nada de esto me afecta directamente.           Siento que muero con ellos, siento que muero por que con cada amanecer muere una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/4222310782616391522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/04/aqui-sentada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/4222310782616391522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/4222310782616391522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/04/aqui-sentada.html' title='Aqui sentada.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiRYc-qUvcllJTgCU67jmXqF3m3zpOwbX356JjELuGHKg59NLMEdQmZhrh8nt9GI4FkHWmbJoaevUQcbkWdzm4mMFq6p8bR8hvLbrEcwZgL96tgi899BCfQK5VtCN_WUsACAti8CVzQqxG/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-1048136145071033453</id><published>2010-04-27T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:21:18.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que te paso ?</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;
Cambiaste tus alas, ya no te conoscoy al verte siento que eres otro&amp;nbsp;tengo miedo de besarte, no conosco tus labios tengo miedo de acariciarte ya&amp;nbsp;no conosco tu piel. 
 
Daria mi vida por el tiempo perdidodaria mi alma&amp;nbsp;por cambiar tu camino&amp;nbsp;daria mi ser por amartey daria todo, por que tu me vuelvas a amar.
 
Hoy no se donde te yeba el viento&amp;nbsp;no se como cambiaron tus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/1048136145071033453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-te-paso.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/1048136145071033453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/1048136145071033453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-te-paso.html' title='Que te paso ?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_-gHl3hTuIAY/S9e0yjNHVfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qvd9iJXOs8k/s72-c/bedtime_story_for_lovers_by_Logarith%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-700912740562975408</id><published>2010-04-07T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:23:14.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>necesito</title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;

Necesito&amp;nbsp; que me digas que me amas, con todas mis virtudes, con todos mis defectos. Necesito que me digas que amas todas esas cosas que nadie mas en el mundo seria capaz de amar, que amas mis manias, y todas mis agonias, mis requiebros mis reclamos, y mis tontos argumento, que me amas en mis crisis nerviosas y en todos mis miedos.Que me diagas que deseas escuchar mis delirios, y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/700912740562975408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/04/necesito.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/700912740562975408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/700912740562975408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/04/necesito.html' title='necesito'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-gHl3hTuIAY/S7031h1HamI/AAAAAAAAADs/MhGPKYeCfZE/s72-c/MIENTRAS%20DORMIA_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-3951292504507601969</id><published>2010-04-01T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:26:43.078-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamientos"/><title type='text'>Ayuda!!!!</title><summary type="text">



 



Ayúdame&amp;nbsp;ha ser yo misma,&amp;nbsp;ayúdame&amp;nbsp;a librarme de las cadenas que con mi carne yo he forjado,estas que me atan, que me aferan a un mundo trizte y sin color, que me hunden en el lugubre pantano del nunca jamas.

 
Ayúdame&amp;nbsp;a ver mas aya del cristal del iris de mis ojos, estos que cuando miran desnudan tu rostro ciegamente, ayudame a desembarcar mis penas en el puerto de la</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/3951292504507601969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/04/ayuda.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/3951292504507601969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/3951292504507601969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/04/ayuda.html' title='Ayuda!!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz2LryqQowD5aqWurz1vNKQ1TWjyPOvgthQnzXzPSK-xbCyattAvYxSzYXWy2GwnU6v8PgfeOLOqGy-KAM7qj10YPHsldNKyR-_wYcRcdA-BF-RwvIVqV2vBZqmpJB7ICVtlNHjSFtAv_P/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-7925846588934667812</id><published>2010-03-07T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:01:36.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Fiestas</title><summary type="text">


La falsa alegría esta en derredor, las risas las fiestas, el pavo en la mesa, las copas se llenan para empezar el esplendor.
  Pero en estas fiestas ya no hay razón, mentiras, traiciones y muchos amores que queman las camas de sus compradores.
  Veo rizas fingidas, veo falsos amores, veo ilusiones perdidas, veo mas que eso, veo muerte y temores. 
  Por esto en mi rostro aparece una mueca, que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/7925846588934667812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/03/las-fiestas.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/7925846588934667812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/7925846588934667812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2010/03/las-fiestas.html' title='Las Fiestas'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkJN1vgHXDZf24QMX-fTYNmMFYjt5nNn6lKrcI22hJUIKPYjz8B-4MBCDX-wtzIfwUckWQm-_zR5z6xAA8z2U8rXFWHqGUR9AFo36WKDHq9SDwiVUR_-SV1bZkEViCO8PWN9QQBAyEh7T/s72-c/2148089075_6880bebe44.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-8700848126493026679</id><published>2009-12-08T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:18:13.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero</title><summary type="text">Quiero





Quiero ver mi sangre derramada
y que en ella se sacie el dolor,
quiero que las llagas que me atan&amp;nbsp;
destruyan mi&amp;nbsp;corazón
quiero que mi sangre brote&amp;nbsp;
como manantial que llena el rio.


Quiero muchas cosas,&amp;nbsp;
sobre todo tu olvido&amp;nbsp;
quiero detener el tiempo,&amp;nbsp;
y el latido de este&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;nbsp;mio
que la vida que&amp;nbsp;existió&amp;nbsp;se extinga,
&amp;nbsp;como luz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/8700848126493026679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/8700848126493026679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/8700848126493026679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiero.html' title='Quiero'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdmR4g31C8yvu6zMC63U4isjh2J5U2nE221jecHFr8m35cSktFq2wtbdDqaKmJnm_0_eZHyisLTgScAxXP23KzfmYPd5Yu8eQRXM90hZ5HrilQXfn-6wC8l4b5lXgrxBadXAbT0ym2UCX/s72-c/rio_de_sangre-1024x768-335561.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001251192463880964.post-8159208038503460241</id><published>2009-12-07T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:19:33.993-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POESIAS"/><title type='text'>Dulce angel</title><summary type="text">Dulce&amp;nbsp;Ángel&amp;nbsp;





Dulce angel durmiente&amp;nbsp;
en donde te ocultas?
al buscarte no te encuentro
y al hallarte no te tengo
no te siento&amp;nbsp;
simplemente no estas.


busco derredor&amp;nbsp;
y no te encuentro&amp;nbsp;
busco tus ojos verdes&amp;nbsp;
verde como jade.

y&amp;nbsp;sueño,&amp;nbsp;sueño&amp;nbsp;que tu cuerpo&amp;nbsp;
desnudo recorre todas mis pasiones&amp;nbsp;
siento que tus manos acarician mis alas
y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/feeds/8159208038503460241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2009/12/dulce-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/8159208038503460241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001251192463880964/posts/default/8159208038503460241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ainamra.blogspot.com/2009/12/dulce-angel.html' title='Dulce angel'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03375220897048346520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0C4oCUFpH7ixRrrULKjKuZWK3qLY1pTcEOBROT3va7mx6sW5bCHkaKAVY7Z9JbnnnmuAJsADYGaH6wgPCwiTXSGFHYKVWWpBslt5SLbrKHQII_iSu0ZrykJcOPgYeNN-15AWDmJyw1Va/s72-c/angeles.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>