<?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: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-2162302610969597060</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:59:19.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... ♥ ...</title><subtitle type='html'>Solo estoy aqi x estar
para desahogo propio</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-4452350051226366857</id><published>2011-05-03T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:26:48.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>en tu lugar</title><content type='html'>Te entiendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya conosco el sentimiento de ser amado sin merecerlo,&lt;br /&gt;de ser necesitado sin qe exista razon&lt;br /&gt;de ser lo mejor de lo peor qe le ha pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El de qerer corresponder pero que la voz, las ganas y el corazon no te de.&lt;br /&gt;De decir, corre mientras puedas.&lt;br /&gt;de sentarte en la comodidad de su amor y saber que es lo mejor para ti, pero tu no para el...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora lo se,&lt;br /&gt;yo en tus zapatos, el en los mios..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-4452350051226366857?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/4452350051226366857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2011/05/en-tu-lugar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4452350051226366857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4452350051226366857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2011/05/en-tu-lugar.html' title='en tu lugar'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-5865598505511968953</id><published>2011-04-12T00:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:47:17.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Presa de malos momentos, de horribles recuerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;presa de tus labios desganados, de tu mirada perdida, de tus ganas frustradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;presa de los recuerdos, de las amarguras, de tus gestos, tus quejas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;presa, aferrada a ti, sin ti... y sin querer estar contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;llena de odio, de rencor, de frustraciones, de arrepentimientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;no puedo dejar de desearte...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-8378373422714263085</id><published>2010-07-16T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:58:40.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-No, ya no- Respondi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No dude al decirlo...aun sabiendo que no solo respondia tu pregunta, sino tambien las mias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, ya no... mis manos ya no te sienten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mis labios ya no esperan un beso tuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, ya no... eres el protagonista de mis sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ni el sueño qe tanto soñe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tampoco espero con ancias tu llamada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ni busco esperanzada una señal de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, ya no eres mi prioridad, ni mi razon de ser y estar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ni trato de complacerme en tus complacencias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tampoco duele la idea de estar sola y empezar de cero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ni el imaginarme en otros brazos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, ya no duele aquel beso robado por alguien mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ni la sola idea de serte infiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No...ya no te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;...al menos no x el momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-8378373422714263085?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/8378373422714263085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-ya-no-respondi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/8378373422714263085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/8378373422714263085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-ya-no-respondi.html' title=''/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-4350292981147662545</id><published>2010-03-02T14:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:53:45.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me qiero deprimir...</title><content type='html'>Y empiezo a recordarte.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estas en mi, como marca indeleble del pasado.&lt;br /&gt;En mi brazo, como profunda cicatriz.&lt;br /&gt;En mi mente... como fria nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es solo eso... nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Ni te xtraño, ni te necesito.&lt;br /&gt;Solo &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;te pienso&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-4350292981147662545?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/4350292981147662545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-qiero-deprimir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4350292981147662545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4350292981147662545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-qiero-deprimir.html' title='Me qiero deprimir...'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-4850230557365171146</id><published>2010-01-28T13:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:37:23.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cualqiera qe me escuchara hablar pensaria qe ya no te amo, y la verdad es qe hasta aveces yo me la llego a creer.&lt;br /&gt;La incertidumbre y soledad se han hecho mis mejores amigas, me acompañan cada momento, aun en los qe estamos juntos...&lt;br /&gt;Qisiera volver a soñar como lo hacia antes, cuando creia qe lo imposible era posible, cuando el solo hecho de estar contigo satisfacia todos mis anelos, ahora cuando estoy contigo, me las arreglo para no escapar, para no decir una inprudencia qe te pueda lastimar...&lt;br /&gt;ojala todo fuera como antes, cuando me atrevia a pedir deseos, cuando mi maxima felicidad era un dia poder caminar de blanco en un altar lleno de flores, donde al final del camino me esperarias, pero ahora eso se me hace tan posiblemente imposible... Qe me da miedo, me da miedo volver a crear castillos en el aire, donde cualqier minimo viento puedo llegar a romperlos, tengo miedo de qererte mas, tengo miedo de irme y nunca regresar, tengo miedo de qe mi felicidad sea contigo y tambien tengo miedo de estar contigo x tal vez tu no lo seas...&lt;br /&gt;solo,  qiero desahogar toda mi frustracion y coraje, y poder preguntarle a tu silencio si alguna vez todo lo qe deceo, se realizara, si sera contigo? qiero preguntar cuanto estas dispuesto a esperar, y qe tanto tengo qe dejar,,, no se...simple desahogo mental&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-4850230557365171146?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/4850230557365171146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2010/01/cualqiera-qe-me-escuchara-hablar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4850230557365171146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4850230557365171146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2010/01/cualqiera-qe-me-escuchara-hablar.html' title=''/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-3472057693234729547</id><published>2010-01-28T13:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:55:23.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esa historia de ver pasar a un chico en la calle y suspirar x el, y tiempo despues ser su amiga, ya la conocia, pero en la primera parte no tuvo un buen final, asi qe en la segunda vuelta no qize arriesgarme y no me di la oportunidad de enamorarme de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo cuanto desee, qe tu lo hicieras de mi, qe vieras qe lo qe tanto buscabas era yo, Yo, aqella mujer qe te podia llegar a qerer incondicionalmente, aqella a la qe harias feliz con 1 beso, qe nunca te causaria el menor daño, ni serias victima de su traicion o engaño...&lt;br /&gt;en fin, pude haber sido todo, de haber detenido a esperar 1 momento mas, pude haber sido tu todo de haber olvidado qien soy y qe soy el todo de alguien mas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-3472057693234729547?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/3472057693234729547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2010/01/esa-historia-de-ver-pasar-un-chico-en.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/3472057693234729547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/3472057693234729547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2010/01/esa-historia-de-ver-pasar-un-chico-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-4286343181247127591</id><published>2009-12-01T17:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:08:46.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi qerido extranjero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te qedaste dormido en mi hombro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y sostuve tus sueños por un rato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuide mi respiracion para qe no afectara nuestros sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;le rogue al corazon qe alentara sus latidos para qe no hubiera nada qe te molestara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me acorruqe inocentemente en tus brazos y me hice la dormida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aunqe por momentos abria los ojos para admirar tu dormir; tan tierno y lleno de paz, qe en lugar de cuidar 1 hombre, paracia estar cuidando 1 niño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La mañana era fria, pero estando juntos, no importaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tampoco importo la desconfianza fingida, pues ese dia se nos cayo la mascara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despertaste, de la misma manera en la qe dormias: dulce y aniñado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no hubo necesidad de cruzar palabra, el tema no se tocaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te ofreci 1 cafe y ahi termino nuestro sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu soñabas mientras dormias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yo soñaba qe me qerias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/Syl1xoRx-0I/AAAAAAAAACc/Tuh2ubcdNwY/s1600-h/bandera_honduras.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/Syl1xoRx-0I/AAAAAAAAACc/Tuh2ubcdNwY/s320/bandera_honduras.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415989522375768898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-4286343181247127591?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/4286343181247127591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/12/mi-qerido-extranjero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4286343181247127591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4286343181247127591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/12/mi-qerido-extranjero.html' title='Mi qerido extranjero...'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/Syl1xoRx-0I/AAAAAAAAACc/Tuh2ubcdNwY/s72-c/bandera_honduras.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-9085121744609315364</id><published>2009-10-31T14:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:59:08.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dejandote ir...</title><content type='html'>Como todas las cosas que llegan a mi vida, te vas...&lt;br /&gt;complicada situacion: te necesito pero me haces daño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy tratando de dejarte ir, pero en el fondo se que te quedaras&lt;br /&gt;Por que no podria vivir sin tu sabor en la boca o tus caricias en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;tu extraña compañia silenciosa que tanto me hace bien, ya no esta...&lt;br /&gt;la anhelo como esas pequeñas platicas sin decir nada o todas esas veces que nos escondimos para no ser encontrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo por que si me haces bien, empiezas a enfermarme. De verdad, te necesito!!&lt;br /&gt; y esta tarde espero encontrarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-9085121744609315364?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/9085121744609315364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/10/dejandote-ir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/9085121744609315364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/9085121744609315364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/10/dejandote-ir.html' title='dejandote ir...'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-801911096573832726</id><published>2009-10-24T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:21:49.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SuO19rYx7GI/AAAAAAAAACU/c0TKCbgfGY0/s1600-h/sad_by_DannyPhantomFreek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SuO19rYx7GI/AAAAAAAAACU/c0TKCbgfGY0/s200/sad_by_DannyPhantomFreek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396356849743293538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regrese con 1 año mas... ahora 20 y regrese como solia estar hace 5 años,&lt;br /&gt;pero al reves... ahora no qiero crecer, tngo miedo a vivir... cuando hace un tiempo deseaba comerme el mundo a puños... hoy no soy nada, cuando hace años creia ser todo... y lo mas raro de todo es qe me siento igual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tan pateticamente triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-801911096573832726?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/801911096573832726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/10/pathetica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/801911096573832726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/801911096573832726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/10/pathetica.html' title='pathetica'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SuO19rYx7GI/AAAAAAAAACU/c0TKCbgfGY0/s72-c/sad_by_DannyPhantomFreek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-7030766274298196520</id><published>2009-08-12T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:38:53.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Veo mis viejas fotos, unos 3 años atras...&lt;br /&gt;si soy la misma x qe es qe me veo &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;diferente&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-7030766274298196520?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/7030766274298196520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/08/veo-mis-viejas-fotos-unos-3-anos-atras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/7030766274298196520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/7030766274298196520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/08/veo-mis-viejas-fotos-unos-3-anos-atras.html' title=''/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-2387534447196084330</id><published>2009-08-06T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:47:07.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A veces creo qe meresco algo mas...mis ultimos 2 novios en verdad eran mui wapos &lt;br /&gt;y los demas al menos interesantes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se qe paso, me converti en no muy deseable? Por dios, no se x qe estoy diciendo todo esto de lo qe yo elegi. a qien hecharle la culpa?  para qe? ya nada volvera a ser iwal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo qiero un poco de tiempo, de espacio,de historias para volver a ser yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy regresando a ser yo, no hay qe tomarse las cosas a mal asi me conocio, superficial, vacia y falsa.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy regresando, x favor no te qejes, no te qejes una vez mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora se me hace mas facil decir tantas tonterias. ahora cuando me di cuenta de qe no soy muy inteligente, qe mas da?&lt;br /&gt;el daño esta hecho te heri una  y otra vez a sangre fria, me heriste mil y un millon de veces mas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero qe se puede hacer? qerias qe regresara? aqi estoy dime:&lt;br /&gt;                                   BIENVENIDA OTRA VEZ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-2387534447196084330?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/2387534447196084330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/08/veces-creo-qe-meresco-algo-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/2387534447196084330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/2387534447196084330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/08/veces-creo-qe-meresco-algo-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-6688380681633811855</id><published>2009-08-05T15:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:50:08.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Empece el mes chingo&lt;br /&gt;sabado 1 de agosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cocine todo el dia kilos y kilos de salchichas enchipotladas =P&lt;br /&gt;a las 9 llegue al salon del koss 09 ( fiesta de mi primo) y estuvo cheleando con los primos..&lt;br /&gt;maldito alcohol, te hace decir dañadeses, menos mal qe hable lo qe todo mundo ya sabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betatres, poca madre neta, no se x qe me emociono es solo qe tenia mucho tiempo de no sentirme tambien en un lugar, escuchar The used, division, ellos ( sus rolas son buenas la neta) y tenia tiempo de no estar en donde me se desemvolver bien , los amantes de una noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El vocalista de Beta3 tal como me gustan algo asi rockers e interesantes, carrera a fin... Pero volteo a ver hacia atras y woooow! mi novio ebrio dando vueltas x el salon x un momento olvide qe lo habia invitado... regreso a la realidad. nada pasara,  no x qe no pueda si no x qe no soy de esas, yo se respetar un compromiso...mas o menos aja.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno baile como loca con mis primos, mi novio el amigo de mi novio, qe.. se qe se trae algo entre manos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-6688380681633811855?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/6688380681633811855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/08/empece-el-mes-chingo-sabado-1-de-agosto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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204);font-size:78%;" &gt;CUANDO TE HABLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A TRAVÉS DEL AGUA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A TRAVÉS DEL&lt;br /&gt; PROFUNDO OCEANO AZUL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;DEBAJO DEL&lt;br /&gt;CIELO ABIERTO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;OH DIOS,&lt;br /&gt;NENA LO ESTOY INTENTANDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;NENE PUEDO OIRTE EN MIS SUEÑOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUEDO SENTIR TUS SUSPIROS A TRAVES DEL MAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO TE MANTENGO JUNTO A MI DENTRO DE MI CORAZÓN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU LO HACES FÁCIL CUANDO LA VIDA SE PONE DIFÍCIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;TENGO SUERTE DE ESTAR ENAMORADO DE MI MEJOR AMIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;SUERTE DE HABER ESTADO EN DONDE ESTUVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;SUERTE DE ESTAR V&lt;br /&gt;OLVIENDO A CASA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;OHHHOHHHOHHHOHHOHHOHHHOHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;NADIE SABE CUANTO TARDA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ESPERAR POR UN AMOR COMO ESTE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CADA VEZ QUE DECIMOS ADIOS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;DESEO QUE TENGAMOS&lt;br /&gt;UN BESO MÁS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;AGUARDARÉ POR TI, PROMETO QUE LO HARÉ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;TENGO SUERTE DE ESTAR ENAMORADO DE MI MEJOR AMIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;SUERTE DE HABER ESTADO EN DONDE ESTUVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;SUERTE DE ESTAR&lt;br /&gt;VOLVIENDO A CASA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;SUERTE DE ESTAR ENAMORADOS DE TODAS LAS FORMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUERTE DE HABERNOS QUEDADO EN DONDE NOS QUEDAMOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUERTE DE ESTAR VOLVIENDO A CASA ALGÚN DÍA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Y ESTOY NAVEGANDO HACIA EL MAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;HACIA UNA ISLA EN DONDE TODOS NOS ENCONTRAREMOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;PUEDES OIR LA MÚSICA QUE LLENA EL AIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;TE PONDRÉ UNA FLOR EN EL PELO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;A TRAVÉS DE LA BRISA, A TRAVÉS DE LOS ÁRBOLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE MUEVES DE MANERA TAN HERMOSA,&lt;br /&gt;TU ERES TODO LO QUE VEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;MIENTRAS&lt;br /&gt;EL MUNDO SIGUE DANDO VUELTAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;TU ME TIENES&lt;br /&gt;AQUI Y AHORA MISMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;TENGO SUERTE DE ESTAR ENAMORADO DE MI MEJOR AMIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUERTE DE HABER ESTADO EN DONDE ESTUVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;SUERTE DE ESTAR VOLVIENDO A CASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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mágicas “Ella es tu media mandarinita”  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Basto eso para que supiera que eras para mi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;tu y yo juntos desde antes de&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;conocernos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Te volviste mi cómplice y confidente, mi amor suprimido…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tu y yo siempre… y como si no fuera suficiente el ser amigos l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;lego el día en que te ame y me amaste, el día que nos hicimos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;nos fundimos al compás de una canción.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;Desde entonces, desde el aquel día que tuve suerte soy feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Te amo..siempre para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Gill Sans MT&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&amp;amp;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-4579088180298208216?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/4579088180298208216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/suerte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4579088180298208216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4579088180298208216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/suerte.html' title='Suerte'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SnHr4hBWyRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/48Xr-iW5GuM/s72-c/Lucky_You_by_ulko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-2775906286908250693</id><published>2009-07-28T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:19:07.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VGo</title><content type='html'>Te voy a dedicar una cancion...&lt;br /&gt;no qiero qe lo tomes a mal, como todas las cosas qe te doy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta cancion no es de amor. tampoco es de odio. es sobre tantas cosas qe tngo qe decir y aunqe aun respiras no las escucharas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo como llegue a tus brazos, me eqivoqe de camino, anide en el hogar qe no debia...&lt;br /&gt;Dios se eqivoca?  acaso se eqivoco cuando me crio en tu vientre?&lt;br /&gt;Dios perdona? qe me perdone x todo el daño qe te eh hecho, qe te perdone x las veces qe te eqivocaste, qe nos perdone x las veces qe nos herimos mutuamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente... ubieras deseado tener otra hija.&lt;br /&gt;honestamente...desee tener otra madre.&lt;br /&gt;Pero nada puedo hacer creci en tu vientre, te debo la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como es qe siendo tan iwales seamos tan diferentes, miramos al mismo lado pero con diferentes perspectivas, soy tu reflejo, soy lo qe nunca qisiste ser ahora lo tienes&lt;br /&gt;tu en mi, tu asfixiado yo dentro de mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al final todo se resume en un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"No te ofendas pero... no voy a cambiar"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-2775906286908250693?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/2775906286908250693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/vgo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/2775906286908250693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/2775906286908250693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/vgo.html' title='VGo'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-6290435488244196664</id><published>2009-07-24T13:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:53:07.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordando...</title><content type='html'>Mi unica y ultima relacion homosexual...&lt;br /&gt;Un beso sabor a cannabis, unas manos frias en la piel, una cancion qe jamas escuche...&lt;br /&gt;Era ella, mi mejor amiga, la persona mas sensata qe habia conocido, mi conciencia, mi otro yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo x qe paso, eramos tan jovenes e inexpertas, un par de locas drogadas en medio del pasto verde lleno de palmeras y flores... el sol frio, el pasto caliente, flores en el desierto...&lt;br /&gt;una etapa gay de 1 semana, terminamos, regresaste x mi cantandome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Siento el impulso de alzar mi voz al infinito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Para reclamar un lugar en tu corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Su reino esbelto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Su nombre fedra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Me sobrecoge su altar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Su piel trigueña, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Ama y desdeña, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Puiero manosear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Siento el impulso de alzar mi voz al infinito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Para reclamar un lugar en tu corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Se derrite entre los dedos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Es menester convidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; De la vertiente de tus caprichos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Que te dio el azar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Puedes mirarme pero no tocarme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Puedes mirar pero no tocar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Puedes mirarme pero no tocarme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Estes de acuerdo o no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Siento el impulso de alzar mi voz al infinito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Para reclamar mi lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aunqe no todas las historias de amor tienen un final feliz, tengo qe aceptar qe hace tiempo el dia qe perdi a mi primer y unica novia encontre a mi mejor amiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmoCzEbZ14I/AAAAAAAAAB0/U58nmRmu2C4/s1600-h/Friends_by_DeadlyCase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmoCzEbZ14I/AAAAAAAAAB0/U58nmRmu2C4/s200/Friends_by_DeadlyCase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362101382723262338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-6290435488244196664?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/6290435488244196664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/recordando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/6290435488244196664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/6290435488244196664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/recordando.html' title='Recordando...'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmoCzEbZ14I/AAAAAAAAAB0/U58nmRmu2C4/s72-c/Friends_by_DeadlyCase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-2082200874480315744</id><published>2009-07-24T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:50:44.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tantas veces eh esperado qe no llegues&lt;br /&gt;y estas puntal como siempre...&lt;br /&gt;llegas adoloriendo todo mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;para luego irte y dejarme con la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;de qe no regresarás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Esta vez, no llegaste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;uno,dos,tres días...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Qe pasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Deberas no vendras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;o solo me esta probando el cerebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-2082200874480315744?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/2082200874480315744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/tantas-veces-eh-esperado-qe-no-llegues.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/2082200874480315744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/2082200874480315744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/tantas-veces-eh-esperado-qe-no-llegues.html' title=''/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-2387386442007223910</id><published>2009-07-20T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:43:55.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguien qiere adoptarme?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Por qe no tengo a donde ir. qe hacer qe pensar&lt;br /&gt;Mi cerebro se ah secado y mi corazon ah emigrado a otro cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ideas se acabaron y mis planes se arruinaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo una cosa podria cambiar el destino de mi vida...&lt;br /&gt;Esperando miercoles 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-2387386442007223910?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/2387386442007223910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/alguien-qiere-adoptarme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/2387386442007223910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/2387386442007223910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/alguien-qiere-adoptarme.html' title='Alguien qiere adoptarme?'/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-4865696588010624948</id><published>2009-07-20T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:41:02.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alguien me qiere adoptar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-4865696588010624948?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/4865696588010624948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/alguien-me-qiere-adoptar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4865696588010624948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/4865696588010624948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/alguien-me-qiere-adoptar.html' title=''/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-319237634012608348</id><published>2009-07-20T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:21:21.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmS1K6qsRqI/AAAAAAAAABs/iLnA889qvqc/s1600-h/c39cebc4aa9263ebcd3689830a4f2b01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmS1K6qsRqI/AAAAAAAAABs/iLnA889qvqc/s200/c39cebc4aa9263ebcd3689830a4f2b01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360608655629371042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;No te necesito para ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;sin embargo me haces feliz la mayor parte del tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;No te necesito para no star sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;pero contigo me siento acompañada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;No te necesito para solucionar mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;mas la haces tan facil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eres un complemento a mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;mas no como un accesorio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eres mi mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;mas no mi sol para girar alrededor de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Eres qien amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;pero no tanto como para dejar de amarme a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-319237634012608348?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/319237634012608348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-te-necesito-para-ser-feliz-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-1394435160119683583</id><published>2009-07-16T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:24:59.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/Sl9v7PHeQMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pu685qXVeMY/s1600-h/northern_lights_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359125145055019202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/Sl9v7PHeQMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pu685qXVeMY/s200/northern_lights_moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Salí y di un millón de vueltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;la Luna estaba puesta en el lugar que vi ayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Perdí la brújula hace tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y busco la manera de encontrarte un corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No hay nadie llenándome los ojos de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sacándome del pozo en donde estoy y donde estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;La Luna ha estado ahi llamandotu nombre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mis oidos escuche y tú no estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No hay nadie llenándome los ojos de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sacándome del pozo en donde estoy y donde estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No hay nadie llenándome los ojos de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sacándome del pozo en donde estoy y donde estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No encuentro la forma de vivir si tu no estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no me quiero acostumbrar a no tenerte junto a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Volovan/Ximena Sariñana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-1394435160119683583?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/1394435160119683583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para qe? para hacerme sentir tan susceptible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tan fragil?esclava de ti? de mi amor por ti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;presa del miedo a perdermas de lo qe ya perdi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de perderte a ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miedo a desaparecer en el olvido de tus pensamiento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a no poder pronunciar tu nombre nunca mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a verte x ahi con el corazon roto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miedo a no estar junto a ticompartir tu cama, tus besos, tus caricias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y si me meto en tu mente y descrubo qe no estoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y si me meto en tu mente y descrubo qe siempre estuve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y si me meto en tu mente y descrubo qe tambien me amas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y descrubo qe no solo son tus labios, los qe dicen amarme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sino tambien tu aliento, tu mente, tu alma...Y si lo qe dices es cierto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y si lo qe siento es cierto!x qe Temo tanto amarte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-7784569757053105194?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/7784569757053105194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/desaria-introducirme-en-tus_16.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/7784569757053105194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/7784569757053105194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/desaria-introducirme-en-tus_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Daalat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15761776781535494216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/SmSqdlJA53I/AAAAAAAAABM/7JN5i4b9clg/S220/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162302610969597060.post-339368517562384748</id><published>2009-07-16T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:43:07.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Para empezar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/Sl9mccbOBUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rFgjHpHDfFU/s1600-h/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359114720446907714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JI5Smf-KbsE/Sl9mccbOBUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rFgjHpHDfFU/s320/Lips_by_RyanLovelacePhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo que acostumbro callar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aqi no sera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todo lo que no te dije&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y no qiero qe sepas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2162302610969597060-339368517562384748?l=memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/feeds/339368517562384748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdelonodicho.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-empezar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/339368517562384748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2162302610969597060/posts/default/339368517562384748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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