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Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cielo juntame con la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;y habla mano que va leyendo&lt;br /&gt;mira que he criado candombe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risa nunca dejes que mienta&lt;br /&gt;niña, si cambio este silencio&lt;br /&gt;muda que anduviste contando&lt;br /&gt;muda que anduviste diciendo... Niña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma, dicen que ando guardando&lt;br /&gt;pecho, dicen que ando escondiendo&lt;br /&gt;amor, y te ando recordando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agua en los ojos trayendo&lt;br /&gt;cielo, cien gotas de agua pura&lt;br /&gt;pena, se las regalo al viento... 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LZuEWlnErg/SNlYiVUsu9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FtL0fgj1pjo/s320/DSC04150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249324187539782610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trikahueña&lt;br /&gt;lengua quieta&lt;br /&gt;mojate flor&lt;br /&gt;gota e`lluvia&lt;br /&gt;mi ojito azul&lt;br /&gt;miraste al mar&lt;br /&gt;limpia de lluvia tu carita&lt;br /&gt;ay tierra mojá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agüita e`dios&lt;br /&gt;trikahueña&lt;br /&gt;ayer me dió&lt;br /&gt;tu boca pintá&lt;br /&gt;hablame si&lt;br /&gt;no decí na´&lt;br /&gt;cántame tuyo pajarita&lt;br /&gt;ay rosa apretá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus ojitos dicen ven ven ven&lt;br /&gt;violeto ay véeme asi...&lt;br /&gt;violeto ay ven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No calles no&lt;br /&gt;trikahueña&lt;br /&gt;si hablo de ti&lt;br /&gt;no sabré na`&lt;br /&gt;algo decir&lt;br /&gt;algo contar&lt;br /&gt;mismo capullo tu boquita&lt;br /&gt;y misma piedra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus ojitos dicen ven ven ven...&lt;br /&gt;violeto ay véeme asi....&lt;br /&gt;violeto ay ven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596228403473022979-1529195877197554177?l=kankanandu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/kankanandu/~4/cQLlwx0ihiI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T14:04:45.170-07:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LZuEWlnErg/SNlYiVUsu9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FtL0fgj1pjo/s72-c/DSC04150.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kankanandu.blogspot.com/2008/09/trikahuea-pavioleto.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Luna llena... casi llena.</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/kankanandu/~3/ZMCQNE2f7PA/luna-llena-casi-llena.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ANDÚ)</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 13:54:37 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596228403473022979.post-8157248092605579820</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0LZuEWlnErg/SNlV5NCNaVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pug6AVRnsOI/s1600-h/DSC04181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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