tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42955363835380314682011-07-29T05:14:01.457-03:00PeRo BiEn DiStInTa ...No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.comBlogger801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-9634072821221590702009-10-28T12:21:00.003-03:002009-10-28T12:26:31.454-03:00<p align="center"><br /> </p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Querencia de tu tacto memorizando mi piel semidesnuda…<br />Querencia de tu voz susurrándome <strong>“TE AMO”</strong>…<br />Querencia de tu mirada estacando el<span style="color:#009900;"> verde</span> huidizo de mis ojos…</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SuhiDmUAomI/AAAAAAAAAWU/o2rGJvI9DrM/s1600-h/28-10-09-+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397671967367144034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SuhiDmUAomI/AAAAAAAAAWU/o2rGJvI9DrM/s400/28-10-09-+.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Querencia de un ojalà y todo de vos…</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-963407282122159070?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-18138595779442839262009-09-25T11:09:00.006-03:002009-09-25T11:14:09.722-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><em>En el silencio infinito del espacio, cerré mis ojos...<br />Le grité a mi alma cuánto te amaba...</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><em>Al abrir los ojos, me tenías en el puente de tus brazos, transfiriéndonos el calor de nuestros torsos desnudos...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SrzPum5LidI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qc2UOTFQDN0/s1600-h/25-09-09...+-+.jpg"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385407654049581522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SrzPum5LidI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qc2UOTFQDN0/s400/25-09-09...+-+.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><em>En el éxtasis, me empapé de tu estruendoso <strong>TE AMO</strong>, </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><em>para luego perderse por siempre en el infinito de tu silencio...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-1813859577944283926?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-58763541170984676082009-08-13T11:38:00.009-03:002009-08-13T11:55:49.571-03:00<p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SoQnhOA4pbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/oBbNCNapi_M/s1600-h/13-08-09.JPG"></a></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><em>Al habernos encontrado y reconocido, la felicidad inevitablemente invadió mi corazón…</em></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SoQnhOA4pbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/oBbNCNapi_M/s1600-h/13-08-09.JPG"></a></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SoQnhOA4pbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/oBbNCNapi_M/s1600-h/13-08-09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369460107383449010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SoQnhOA4pbI/AAAAAAAAAWE/oBbNCNapi_M/s400/13-08-09.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-5876354117098467608?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-27678648722168310792009-03-05T21:09:00.002-02:002009-03-05T21:21:40.439-02:00<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><em>Tu rostro y el mío, juntos por primera vez, sentía que los años no habían sido en vano;</em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><em> sino que alimentaron nuestro amor...</em></span></span></strong></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Recuerdo nuestros labios, a punto de confundirse en ese beso que lo cambiaría todo...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Solo un hilo de aire nos separaba de ese instante inolvidable...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SbBdfXILFTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/iumQURo8SCI/s1600-h/05-03-09-unica-+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309846754035438898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SbBdfXILFTI/AAAAAAAAAV8/iumQURo8SCI/s400/05-03-09-unica-+.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>La pasión y la duda carcomían mi interior, sabía que no debía hacerlo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Sabía que tus labios estaban marcados por lo fugaz del amor...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Hoy me dolés, porque todavía se revuelve en un eco ensordecedor aquel</span> </em><span style="color:#cccccc;">ADIÒS</span><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span><br /></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2767864872216831079?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-1541156396574092662008-11-27T00:24:00.006-02:002008-11-27T01:17:56.581-02:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Quisiera</span></strong> cada día más lejana esa realidad que seduce pero a la vez incomoda...</em></span> <div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;">Quisiera</span></strong> la posibilidad de penetrar en la racionalidad de lo irracional para ver que lo que parecía blanco en verdad no tiene color!!</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;">La seguridad de lo inseguro se torna insoportable cuando en un solo gesto se traduce aquel sentimiento (¿?) desplazando cualquier bache de dudas!!<br />Todo podría haber sido diferente si tan solo lo insinuado hubiera sido concreto!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><strong>(pero eso, eso ya es pasado, el mismo pasado que nos conforma)</strong></div></span><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SS4I_YxuuAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/W5CuJu0uH1E/s1600-h/27-11-08-+uno.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273162098773243906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SS4I_YxuuAI/AAAAAAAAAUE/W5CuJu0uH1E/s400/27-11-08-+uno.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SS4I7fNRJ0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PFuOjiWZcP8/s1600-h/27-11-08-+dos.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273162031779882818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SS4I7fNRJ0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PFuOjiWZcP8/s400/27-11-08-+dos.JPG" border="0" /></a></strong></span></em></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Quisiera </strong></span>por ùltimo, que ya no interfieras en esta ilusa seguridad que hoy por hoy quiero que me habite!!<br /><br /><br /></p></em></span><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-154115639657409266?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-57518907833468923052008-10-08T13:06:00.005-03:002008-10-08T13:24:22.795-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SOzd3WZuUNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/JUN333GOt9M/s1600-h/08-10-08-UNA-+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254818808210542802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SOzd3WZuUNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/JUN333GOt9M/s200/08-10-08-UNA-+.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><em>Tu cuerpo y el mío son el freno de las distancias que nos unen...</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><em>Tu amor y el mío son la urgencia de las distancias que nos separan...</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SOzdvM30kBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lxhh0UG5mis/s1600-h/08-10-08-DOS-+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254818668213473298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SOzdvM30kBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/lxhh0UG5mis/s320/08-10-08-DOS-+.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Latiendo</span></strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">, siempre latiendo...</span></em></span></span></div><div align="right"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-5751890783346892305?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-24991489985485081812008-09-17T13:51:00.006-03:002008-09-17T14:03:15.007-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SNE2113J_kI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vIBy5FYCuc4/s1600-h/Ojitos+pecosos+notan.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247035339482725954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SNE2113J_kI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vIBy5FYCuc4/s400/Ojitos+pecosos+notan.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"><strong><em>En el verde de mi mirar te envuelvo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"><strong><em>Y allì, en mis ojos ves tu reflejo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#66ff99;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Enquistando nuestras almas una y otra vez...</span><br /></span></em></strong></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SNE2giAxG1I/AAAAAAAAAPY/z5L3lWQx3eE/s1600-h/Ojitos+pecosos.JPG"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2499148998548508181?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-5638885777043228272008-07-01T12:10:00.006-03:002008-07-01T12:21:44.082-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><em><strong>Lo tangible posee cualidades,<br />mientras que es lo intangible lo que lo hace útil...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218064565520830434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SGpKE2rsD-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sVCzZdJ9m_0/s400/01-07-08+...+.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong><em>¡Nuestro propio camino es nuestra libertad!</em></strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-563888577704322827?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-26522462169463845112008-05-05T18:37:00.004-03:002008-05-05T18:55:57.223-03:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SB9_9PqawbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BRqqZA_p6Ow/s1600-h/LUNES+05-05-08-+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197013185162035634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/SB9_9PqawbI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BRqqZA_p6Ow/s400/LUNES+05-05-08-+.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong><em>Muchas veces me imaginé en la nebulosa de tus inconstancias...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong><em>Cientos de veces resigné mis deseos a tus tiempos...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong><em>Miles de veces me prometí no ceder...<br />Llegó el día de la claridad revelada, del “nunca más” estricto, del renuncio concreto y del adiós definitivo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong><em>Hoy sé que mi alma se sentirá perdida, sin foco y descentrada; </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong><em>pero el espejo al fin me devolverá la expresión, jamás tuya y siempre mía...<br /> </em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2652246216946384511?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-72503451103537304412008-02-20T12:24:00.003-02:002008-02-20T12:27:08.284-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/R7w4OxjQ3WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/psT8mp3FzNk/s1600-h/20-02-08...+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169068298785054050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/R7w4OxjQ3WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/psT8mp3FzNk/s400/20-02-08...+.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"><strong><em> El viento me trajo tus palabras,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"><strong><em> y una suave brisa las llevo a mi alma<br />logrando hacer sucumbir todo mi espacio...<br /></em></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7250345110353730441?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-85280087260314408902007-11-08T10:26:00.000-03:002007-11-08T10:31:01.793-03:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RzMPGmfDACI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XFNcqwn0BDU/s1600-h/08-11-07+...+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130461006589526050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RzMPGmfDACI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XFNcqwn0BDU/s400/08-11-07+...+.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">Nuestras prisiones son nuestros temores...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">(no hay dolor que duela más que el dolor del alma...)</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-8528008726031440890?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-24320032185599057852007-10-23T21:06:00.000-03:002007-10-23T21:13:54.166-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rx6NcMKwoqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P1e4Oq_RAAU/s1600-h/23-10-07...+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124688941436412578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rx6NcMKwoqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/P1e4Oq_RAAU/s400/23-10-07...+.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="color:#996633;"> </span></strong></em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"><em><strong>Vacilando entre la tristeza y la felicidad, a la deriva sin tu presencia corpórea…<br /><span style="color:#999900;">Te pienso, nos pensamos…<br />Te siento, nos sentimos…<br /></span>Rompimos nuestros corazones una y mil veces y, aún seguimos aquí…<br /><span style="color:#999900;">Como la lluvia que cae intermitente en el invierno…<br />Como los rayos del sol de cada mañana en primavera…<br /></span>Ambos sabemos que debemos esperar, sólo esperar dejando aflorar la sensibilidad más pura y continuar alertas<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"> “la señal”</span> …<br />Esa que nos ponga frente a frente diciéndonos que amores como el nuestro, no fueron destinados para éste universo…<br /></strong></em></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2432003218559905785?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-59993096072899079882007-10-02T20:27:00.000-03:002007-10-02T20:50:46.428-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RwLUc5JCi-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/xl7ouWynw3I/s1600-h/02-10-07...+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116885719486467042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RwLUc5JCi-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/xl7ouWynw3I/s400/02-10-07...+.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>La herida se <span style="color:#ffffff;">tornó más y más absurda en el día a día, en la distancia, en la indiferencia forzada...</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>¿ Acaso alguno debía demostrar algo ?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Cuando el mazo de cartas estaba barajado y la partida echada al azar, tomé conciencia que no se trataba de un juego...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Omití ser clara desde el inicio, lo admito...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Pero cuando uno de los dos sintió en su carne hacerse palabras el sentimiento del amor y dijo la frase mágica (<span style="font-size:180%;">"TE AMO"</span>)...</strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>¡No hay planteos!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>¡No hay esperas!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>¡No hay vueltas!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>¡No hay preguntas!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>¡¿ COMO PUEDE SER QUE NO HAYAS NOTADO QUE DEL AMOR CUANDO ES PURO, NO HAY RETORNO ?!<br /></strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-5999309607289907988?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-38135163385065847842007-09-19T10:53:00.000-03:002007-09-19T11:04:06.868-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RvEqWH5zzVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Xc3BEkby6t8/s1600-h/DETERIORO...+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111913611609230674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RvEqWH5zzVI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Xc3BEkby6t8/s400/DETERIORO...+.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;">No culpemos al tiempo del abismo que nos rompió...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;">No fuímos lo suficientemente pacientes...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Ese tiempo nos demostró que no hay disfraz que se pueda ocultar,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>ni amor que se pueda fingir si es que existe...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>El tiempo se rompió junto a nosotros y nos dejó ante nuestros ojos la más absoluta nada...</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-3813516338506584784?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-6144478865933274392007-08-29T09:47:00.000-03:002007-08-29T09:56:21.517-03:00<div align="left"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RtVsR9gKNDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YN4FQvvpJzM/s1600-h/LOST....JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104104808517350450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RtVsR9gKNDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YN4FQvvpJzM/s400/LOST....JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>¡ No me frenaste !</em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><em>Me dajaste hacerlo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><em>Me dejaste arruinar nuestra creación...</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>¡ No me adevertiste !</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-614447886593327439?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-68376890269507231652007-08-09T01:14:00.000-03:002007-08-09T01:18:12.303-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RrqU8ETBePI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E30T8tUkGC8/s1600-h/09-08-07+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096549687989729522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RrqU8ETBePI/AAAAAAAAAOI/E30T8tUkGC8/s400/09-08-07+.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"> La seguridad única, </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">la mía,</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"> esta dentro de mi alma...<br /></span></em></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6837689026950723165?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-70511685662777886912007-07-30T18:42:00.000-03:002007-07-30T18:52:59.973-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rq5daUTBeOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AXIYYwKWUHM/s1600-h/Empty....+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093110935309088994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rq5daUTBeOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AXIYYwKWUHM/s400/Empty....+.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Por momentos me siento muerta por dentro, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><em>gélida en una especie de letargo afectivo que me impide empatizar con los sentimientos.</em>..</span> </span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7051168566277788691?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-87373729239576406052007-07-18T23:19:00.000-03:002007-07-18T23:28:37.654-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rp7K-PB9L0I/AAAAAAAAANI/7L4myCSsoLk/s1600-h/3213929-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088727799510675266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rp7K-PB9L0I/AAAAAAAAANI/7L4myCSsoLk/s400/3213929-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>La esperanza es como cualquier ilusión de los sentidos, </em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"><strong><em>nos lleva a percibir la realidad erróneamente…</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-8737372923957640605?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-18847623409704428822007-07-12T22:44:00.000-03:002007-07-12T22:49:25.740-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RpbZr_B9LzI/AAAAAAAAANA/-xPqII-_EvA/s1600-h/ADIOS...+-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086492178838794034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RpbZr_B9LzI/AAAAAAAAANA/-xPqII-_EvA/s400/ADIOS...+-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">No te fuíste ayer, ni hoy...</span></em></strong><br /></span><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Te alejé hace días, hace mucho tiempo...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">Aún mucho antes de mis besos...</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-1884762340970442882?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-59441733529185985472007-07-03T23:22:00.000-03:002007-07-03T23:27:04.965-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RosFJ4orKRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ljZTUUjW52k/s1600-h/Pérdida....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083162271797684498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RosFJ4orKRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ljZTUUjW52k/s400/P%C3%A9rdida....jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Sentirte perdido es saberme sin retorno...</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-5944173352918598547?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-30142377267641416372007-06-25T21:20:00.000-03:002007-06-29T17:19:45.389-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RoBcktUeJRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zN7bMdN_00Y/s1600-h/5757317-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080162165384422674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RoBcktUeJRI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zN7bMdN_00Y/s400/5757317-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"> <strong><em><span style="color:#cc9933;">La llave está en tus manos.</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>El tiempo tiene las razones.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>Y el destino nos dará su última palabra.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>La puerta es una sola, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>para que la buena ó la mala fortuna puedan entrar,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#cc9933;">pero la llave aún la tenés solamente vos...<br /></span></em></strong></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-3014237726764141637?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-75584946867183599152007-05-28T12:33:00.000-03:002007-05-28T12:39:38.009-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rlr3RwfWaTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FQnMcuWPGNM/s1600-h/3689010-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069636215005145394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rlr3RwfWaTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FQnMcuWPGNM/s400/3689010-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">Necesito confiar en que algún día la felicidad anclará en mi alma...</span></em></strong><br /></span><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">Y ese día sólo espero tener la suficiente sabiduría para saber unir el final con el principio...</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7558494686718359915?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-6901805885795112482007-05-18T14:02:00.000-03:002007-05-18T14:15:21.796-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rk3dswfWaSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aHT5087EYdI/s1600-h/5088275-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065948916862052642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rk3dswfWaSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/aHT5087EYdI/s400/5088275-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">¿ Cómo ves el vaso de tu vida, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">medio lleno ó medio vacío ?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">Siempre creí que el fracaso consiste en no intentarlo...</span></strong></em><br /></span><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">Una experiencia cualquiera sea, </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">si no resulta bien, </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">nunca es un fracaso, </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">porque siempre nos va a dejar algo...</span></strong></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-690180588579511248?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-78015918467095752812007-05-03T09:58:00.000-03:002007-05-03T10:06:34.522-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RjndT8zPLdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KPtZzmsGDOo/s1600-h/3115360-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060318991135747538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RjndT8zPLdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KPtZzmsGDOo/s400/3115360-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Quiero convertirme en tu querer,</em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>y que me ames tantas veces hasta sentir el amor se me muera...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Así, cuando muera, volver a nacer y nacer...</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7801591846709575281?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-17822703325303739542007-04-28T17:21:00.000-03:002007-04-28T17:33:51.148-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RjOviczPLcI/AAAAAAAAALw/O4hHxR2pnps/s1600-h/5442385-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058579812848709058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RjOviczPLcI/AAAAAAAAALw/O4hHxR2pnps/s400/5442385-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Debo admitirlo, tuve miedo !</em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>No lo intenté por miedo a equivocarme ...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Sé que parece estúpido, y de hecho lo es !</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Debería suicidarme, por miedo a morir ...</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-1782270332530373954?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-14802072529217219102007-04-24T10:07:00.000-03:002007-04-24T10:21:51.476-03:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Ri4CUSg_jpI/AAAAAAAAALo/-CN-jiomRcI/s1600-h/3529983-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056981979174506130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Ri4CUSg_jpI/AAAAAAAAALo/-CN-jiomRcI/s400/3529983-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong><em>El único paraíso del que no podemos ser expulsados,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong><em>es el de la memoria...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;">Por eso allí estarás alojado dentro mío para siempre...</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-1480207252921721910?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-63332544685854098982007-04-16T22:28:00.000-03:002007-04-16T22:41:42.216-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RiQlTPdRgMI/AAAAAAAAALg/_WXLQNHVtJo/s1600-h/5380160-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054205694313595074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RiQlTPdRgMI/AAAAAAAAALg/_WXLQNHVtJo/s400/5380160-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"><strong><em>Generalmente nos conformamos mencionando nuestras <span style="color:#999900;">angustias</span>;<br /></em></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"><strong><em>y parece costarnos mucho más enunciar nuestras <span style="color:#ff6666;">alegrías</span> ...</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6333254468585409898?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-51963792549177564812007-04-12T17:28:00.000-03:002007-04-12T17:41:50.786-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rh6YQvdRgLI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ku6VMaGkcg4/s1600-h/4552769-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052643245340852402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rh6YQvdRgLI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ku6VMaGkcg4/s400/4552769-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#009900;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>La puerta de la felicidad se abre hacia dentro, </em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>para abrirla tenemos que retirarnos un poco; </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>porque si la empujamos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong><em>corremos el riesgo de cerrarla cada vez más... </em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-5196379254917756481?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-57610192669348378562007-03-29T00:35:00.000-03:002007-03-29T00:46:48.149-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rgs2fp3ZL-I/AAAAAAAAALM/D6CPr9h6ViY/s1600-h/5386024-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047187724840808418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rgs2fp3ZL-I/AAAAAAAAALM/D6CPr9h6ViY/s400/5386024-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><em>Pensé que al creer firmemente posible algo era una manera de hacerlo cierto... </em></span></strong><br /></span><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><em>Pero me equivoqué y hoy el destino se ríe de las probabilidades... </em></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-5761019266934837856?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-4997597300591081562007-03-26T11:40:00.000-03:002007-03-26T11:44:41.978-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rgfb96HtJtI/AAAAAAAAALE/EV_XwXsfN5I/s1600-h/2957465-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046243764112008914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rgfb96HtJtI/AAAAAAAAALE/EV_XwXsfN5I/s400/2957465-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em>Los mejores métodos son los más difíciles...</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-499759730059108156?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-46196655970501793742007-03-14T16:57:00.000-03:002007-03-14T17:05:25.502-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RfhU9k71tmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WJyH3oDI0M8/s1600-h/2577812-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041873199704684130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RfhU9k71tmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WJyH3oDI0M8/s400/2577812-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>El </em></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">EGO</span> <strong><em>es el que tiene miedo en vos.<br />La vida y la muerte no son opuestos.<br /></em></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">EL EGO Y LA MUERTE SÍ SON OPUESTOS. </span><br /><strong><em>La vida y la muerte no son opuestos.<br /></em></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">EL EGO Y LA VIDA SÍ SON OPUESTOS.</span><br /><strong><em>El</em></strong> <span style="color:#ffffff;">EGO</span> <strong><em>está en contra de los dos, de la vida y de la muerte.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">EL</span></em></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"> EGO <strong><em>TEME EL VIVIR Y EL</em></strong> EGO </span><em><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">TEME EL MORIR.<br /></span>Teme vivir porque a cada paso, al esforzarse en pos de la vida, hace que la muerte se acerque.<br />Si vivís, te estás acercando a la muerte.<br />El</strong></em> <span style="color:#ffffff;">EGO</span> <strong><em>teme morir, de ahí que también tema vivir.<br /></em></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">EL EGO SIMPLEMENTE VIVE MAL .<br /></span><strong><em>Hay mucha gente que ni está viva, ni está muerta.<br /></em></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">ESTO ES LO PEOR...</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4619665597050179374?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-24473994198023978992007-03-12T10:25:00.000-03:002007-03-12T10:34:40.375-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RfVWGU71tlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ccp8giuIyv0/s1600-h/2939937-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041030024610035282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RfVWGU71tlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ccp8giuIyv0/s400/2939937-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><em>La gota de agua que perfora la piedra, </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><em>no lo logra por su fuerza, </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><em><span style="color:#cccccc;">sino por su constancia...</span> </em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2447399419802397899?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-61108476252174573892007-03-07T10:20:00.000-03:002007-03-07T10:29:20.898-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Re6-CfnccuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/d2WsRj7NCD4/s1600-h/4811133-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039173983130120930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Re6-CfnccuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/d2WsRj7NCD4/s400/4811133-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Es probable que encontremos nuestro destino por los caminos que tomamos para evitarlo...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Cuando intentando lo imposible se realiza lo </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">posible...</span></em></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6110847625217457389?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-82910047318596894482007-03-06T10:27:00.000-03:002007-03-06T10:38:12.150-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Re1tTPncctI/AAAAAAAAAKk/skjozx2vcXI/s1600-h/4180568-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038803735474369234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Re1tTPncctI/AAAAAAAAAKk/skjozx2vcXI/s400/4180568-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"><strong>Los situaciones no dejan de existir porque las ignoremos...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;">Hasta qué punto nos es posible ser indiferentes ?</span></strong><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-8291004731859689448?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-77746793763147941082007-03-03T15:18:00.000-03:002007-03-03T15:30:11.442-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rem-ZnwsuAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZLqglSFg55k/s1600-h/4099546-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037767005569857538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rem-ZnwsuAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZLqglSFg55k/s400/4099546-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"><strong>Cuando nuestras vivencias no las escribimos, no las contamos o no las recordamos, es como si no hubiesen ocurrido...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7774679376314794108?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-43810612111764775672007-03-02T11:03:00.000-03:002007-03-02T11:13:05.024-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RegwB3wst-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/7uL9NBJ3EhE/s1600-h/2577805-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037328991920109538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RegwB3wst-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/7uL9NBJ3EhE/s400/2577805-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffcc00;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong>Sólo hay un axioma <em>ABSOLUTO</em>,</strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>y es que no hay nada <em>ABSOLUTO</em>... </strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4381061211176477567?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-4180074706596927312007-02-27T14:02:00.000-03:002007-02-27T14:07:04.045-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/ReRk8nnzdVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MKIke_K-t60/s1600-h/IVAN+...+-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036261275897918802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/ReRk8nnzdVI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/MKIke_K-t60/s400/IVAN+...+-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#66ff99;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong>Si te crees sabio, discutirás el problema...</strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"><strong>En cambio si eres necio, lo decidirás...</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-418007470659692731?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-80332611162304756892007-02-23T14:22:00.000-03:002007-02-23T14:39:18.176-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rd8mWHnzdUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SvOvOTHZPZU/s1600-h/3552016-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034785069868479810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rd8mWHnzdUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/SvOvOTHZPZU/s400/3552016-md.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>He llegado a creer que todo en éste mundo es un enigma, </em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>un inocente enigma al que estamos haciendo terrible por nuestro loco intento de interpretar todo como si existiese una verdad subyacente...</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-8033261116230475689?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-45832018572093385262007-02-19T10:45:00.000-03:002007-02-19T10:48:59.126-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RdmqBHnzdTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7AhQownYSvU/s1600-h/4906740-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033240994765829426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RdmqBHnzdTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/7AhQownYSvU/s400/4906740-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Al mirar el cielo dibuje tu sonrisa c</em></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>on las risueñas estrellitas</em></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>que vinieron alumbrarme </em></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>y alejarme de la oscuridad...<br /> </em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4583201857209338526?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-65366758207883120802007-02-15T13:04:00.000-03:002007-02-15T13:07:56.553-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RdSFOeZThzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/H-ChGygYkdo/s1600-h/4293618-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031793167403550514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RdSFOeZThzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/H-ChGygYkdo/s400/4293618-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc9933;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Curame las heridas y en tus manos soltaré la esencia perenne que te devolverá el dogma que vive en el amor...</em></strong></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6536675820788312080?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-14817199826977733472007-02-14T01:00:00.000-03:002007-02-14T01:14:32.278-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RdKMdOZThyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/c-eitBZ3wiU/s1600-h/5300301-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031238167434594082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RdKMdOZThyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/c-eitBZ3wiU/s400/5300301-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffcc;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Será que cuando dos cuerpos se funden en uno por el calor y sabores que crean,</em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong><em>son como una argamasa de placeres?</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong><em>Ese momento que se vuelve eterno y es el comienzo del fin...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong><em>Como asesinarse uno a otro consecutivamente...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong><em>Cómplices de jadeos y gemidos...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong><em>Besos y caricias que callan en la noche y estremecen en cada pequeña muerte del alma y del cuerpo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong><em>No es sólo morir con el otro...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong><em>Es matarlo y revivirlo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"><strong><em>Y morir una vez más juntos...</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-1481719982697773347?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-42303527443686930272007-02-07T14:19:00.000-03:002007-02-07T14:24:31.361-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RcoLEcAJxHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/av3-yphzkd0/s1600-h/5499893-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028844104776795250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RcoLEcAJxHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/av3-yphzkd0/s400/5499893-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Latiendo siempre me siento errante, </em></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>errática… </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Esperando el fin…<br />O el principio…</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>Incansable…</em></strong></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4230352744368693027?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-45751124057312205322007-02-05T15:46:00.000-03:002007-02-05T15:50:26.337-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rcd78sAJxFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/u4x592TJgCg/s1600-h/4605894-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028123791516615762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rcd78sAJxFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/u4x592TJgCg/s400/4605894-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Amarnos en el deseo de unirnos, </em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><em>de fundirnos y confundirnos…</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><em>Como antes, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><em>en nuestro refugio salvador…</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4575112405731220532?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-61932742937893921562007-02-03T19:15:00.002-03:002008-11-27T00:21:03.061-02:00<div align="left"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RcUKscAJxEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/u8CuNTlbRhc/s1600-h/5448206-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027436317576381506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RcUKscAJxEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/u8CuNTlbRhc/s400/5448206-md.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong><em>Quisiera... </em></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Quisiera</em> </span>que fluyas como un río llegando a éste, mi lugar… </strong></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Quisiera</em></span> que desemboques en mi océano de cansancio… </strong></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Quisiera</em></span> depositar algo mío dentro de ti… </strong></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Quisiera</em></span> que algo tuyo se eleve dentro de mí… </strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Quisiera</em></span> <em><span style="font-size:130%;">que</span></em> </strong></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"><strong>seamos <span style="font-size:180%;"><em>UNO</em></span> con el universo…<br /></strong></span></span></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6193274293789392156?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-26796981383832007202007-02-01T18:16:00.000-03:002007-02-01T23:34:59.111-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RcJZUsAJxDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rulSPKMDkgk/s1600-h/5138642-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026678346042950706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RcJZUsAJxDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rulSPKMDkgk/s400/5138642-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>QUIERO QUE SEAS EL SATELITE DE MI VIDA ...</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2679698138383200720?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-1744128686161253392007-02-01T01:08:00.000-03:002007-02-01T01:13:28.159-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RcFofIc1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/usgftrtxX0c/s1600-h/5030705-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026413543175832562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RcFofIc1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/usgftrtxX0c/s400/5030705-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong>Quiero creer que sos real…<br /></strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Necesito saber que no te vas a escapar como agua entre mis dedos…</span> </span></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><em><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">El tiempo me estanca…<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Los miedos me acechan…<br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tu alma me contiene…<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Las distancias parecen interminables…<br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mi amor podra alcanzarte ?<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">Querrás alojarme en tu corazón ?<br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Serás mi destino ?<br /></span></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Seré el tuyo ?<br /></span><strong>¿</strong> </span></em><span style="color:#ffffff;">VOS <em><strong>y</strong></em> YO <em><strong>estamos empezando a llamarnos</strong> </em>AMOR <em><strong>?</strong></em></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-174412868616125339?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-2150923772383024632007-01-29T21:49:00.001-03:002008-11-27T00:21:42.754-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rb6X0oc1Q-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4NSeDe29Xog/s1600-h/5338681-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025621164659393506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rb6X0oc1Q-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/4NSeDe29Xog/s400/5338681-md.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>QUISIERA...</em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>QUISIERA que las distancias se esfumaran en éste mismo instante...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>QUISIERA que el tiempo se detenga en el infinito...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>QUISIERA sin saber cómo ni dónde,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>encontrar tus brazos para refugiarme...</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-215092377238302463?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-75034904342150322872007-01-26T18:55:00.000-03:002007-01-26T19:04:34.224-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rbp6cIc1Q9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/wxu1F3a1ekQ/s1600-h/3863560-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024462958008550354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Rbp6cIc1Q9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/wxu1F3a1ekQ/s400/3863560-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong><em>Creación agónica, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong><em>sólo sobrevivir… </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong><em>Agradecer el derecho a no morir…</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong><em>A no ser despedido a orillas inclementes… </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#996633;"><strong><em>Así me desangro en éste vivir…</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7503490434215032287?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-86215385709305783262007-01-24T22:38:00.000-03:002007-01-24T22:48:04.174-03:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RbgK74c1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BnSFGg67C6A/s1600-h/EL+BESO+-+KLIMT+-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023777408213664690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RbgK74c1Q7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BnSFGg67C6A/s400/EL+BESO+-+KLIMT+-.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">El</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">amor</span> <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">es</span> <span style="color:#ff9900;">un</span> <span style="color:#ffcc99;">ARTE</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">,</span> </em></strong></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffff99;">y</span> <span style="color:#99ff99;">todo</span> <span style="color:#ffcccc;">ARTE</span> <span style="color:#99ffff;">necesita</span> <span style="color:#ffffcc;">un</span> <span style="color:#ffccff;">proceso</span> <span style="color:#ffff33;">de</span> <span style="color:#9999ff;">aprendizaje</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">,</span> </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#33ff33;">tanto</span> <span style="color:#33ccff;">en</span> <span style="color:#999900;">lo</span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;">teórico</span> <span style="color:#cc66cc;">como</span> <span style="color:#999999;">en</span> <span style="color:#999900;">el</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">aspecto</span> <span style="color:#990000;">práctico</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-8621538570930578326?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-9166508911773504212007-01-23T21:12:00.000-03:002007-01-23T21:32:01.597-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RbankIc1Q6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZR_uohlkwdU/s1600-h/5323655-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023386673563911074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RbankIc1Q6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZR_uohlkwdU/s400/5323655-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Solemos no estar atentos en ese momento casi preciso en que encontramos a la persona soñada...</em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Cuando llega a nuestra vida,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>nos puede inspirar de tal manera que nos hace volver a sentir tal vez más profundo que antes…<br />Nos entregamos a ese amor de tantas formas:</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>ABRAZOS, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>MIRADAS,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>SONRISAS, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>CONFIDENCIAS, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>e incluso nos quedarmos en silencio,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>contemplándonos uno al otro…<br />Cuando se vive está historia no queremos que tenga un final... </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em><br /> </div></em></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>¡SOLO QUE CONTINUE!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Muchas veces en la vida cuando menos lo pensamos nos encontramos,<br />ni siquiera buscamos a alguien,<br />llega como un relámpago , </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>y sin saber porque...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>¿¿¿¿ ... ???? </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em><br /> </div></em></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>¡SOLO LLEGA!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Simplemente llega... !!!<br /></em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-916650891177350421?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-1252620166616098892007-01-22T11:11:00.000-03:002007-01-22T11:15:08.663-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RbTGnIc1Q5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/2J_3cMF9ZbM/s1600-h/clepsidra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022857860010558354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RbTGnIc1Q5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/2J_3cMF9ZbM/s400/clepsidra.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"><strong><em>Clepsidra ceñida en malla de finos hilos tejen una mortaja de adjetivos…</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-125262016661609889?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-70443968462135497742007-01-19T15:03:00.000-03:002007-01-19T15:09:05.898-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RbEJFhRTPaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/l3WRy60j0bQ/s1600-h/2577794-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021805049929743778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RbEJFhRTPaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/l3WRy60j0bQ/s400/2577794-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Cerca del corazón herido supura en lento desangrar, </em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>resquicios de la muerte adelantada…</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7044396846213549774?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-47203065078873981852007-01-16T20:19:00.000-03:002007-01-16T20:25:42.303-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Ra1dxRRTPZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CeogNNICW2Q/s1600-h/4586775-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020772260618911122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/Ra1dxRRTPZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/CeogNNICW2Q/s400/4586775-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>El pestañeo arroja una lágrima...</em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><em>Cae redimida como un péndulo... </em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4720306507887398185?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-41121304480649000622007-01-15T10:44:00.000-03:002007-01-15T10:57:04.935-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RauHdxRTPYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2eGdSCgkGrA/s1600-h/4980273-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020255155146407298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RauHdxRTPYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2eGdSCgkGrA/s400/4980273-md.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Podrá tu huella caminar junto a la mía... ?</em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong><em>Me pregunto si desearás hacerlo...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;">Me pregunto si podrás hacerlo...</span></em></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4112130448064900062?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-15430531071058362492007-01-13T18:04:00.000-03:002007-01-13T18:23:55.668-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RalMjBRTPXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vqQZBhVbFsc/s1600-h/5294758-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019627424201260402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RalMjBRTPXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vqQZBhVbFsc/s400/5294758-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>¿POR QUE PARA SER</em></span></strong> <span style="color:#ffffff;">FELIZ</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>HACE FALTA NO SABERLO?</strong></em></span> </span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>A VECES PIENSO QUE LA</strong></em></span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">FELICIDAD</span> <em><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">ES COMO UN</span> </strong></em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>COCKTAIL CUYOS PRINCIPALES INGREDIENTES SON:</strong></em> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">AMAR...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">CREER...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">SOÑAR...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">Y LUCHAR POR NUESTROS DESEOS...</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-1543053107105836249?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-68482512586865952332007-01-12T14:05:00.000-03:002007-01-12T14:26:03.614-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RafDKBRTPWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CWH58dCJPWc/s1600-h/4281668-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019194886634814818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RafDKBRTPWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CWH58dCJPWc/s400/4281668-md.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>A veces me retiro porque me desbordo, </em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>me asusto, </em></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>me da vértigo y entonces prefiero no innovar y me atrinchero, </em></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>me enrroco, </em></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"><strong><em>me escondo y espío desde mis defensas perfectamente emplazadas...</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6848251258686595233?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-62964806524611594622007-01-10T09:56:00.000-03:002007-01-10T10:03:26.512-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RaTjnxRTPVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xk6TOyej8eQ/s1600-h/5331512-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018386157177879890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RaTjnxRTPVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xk6TOyej8eQ/s400/5331512-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><em>A veces necesito salir de mí </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"><strong><em>para volver a ser yo misma...</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6296480652461159462?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-60857696619280580402007-01-08T09:15:00.000-03:002007-01-08T09:18:58.335-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RaI2i061cBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3ATfHs7hqRg/s1600-h/Ato+retrato+47+.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017632906793021458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RaI2i061cBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3ATfHs7hqRg/s400/Ato+retrato+47+.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Vivo cada día como si fuera el último, </em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>porque un día de estos lo será...</em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6085769661928058040?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-47517876810445136372007-01-06T16:38:00.000-03:002007-01-06T16:58:54.989-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZ__AU61cAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/q8c7EEJ9a40/s1600-h/5367919-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017008890994585602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZ__AU61cAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/q8c7EEJ9a40/s400/5367919-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"><strong><em>La vida es la constante sorpresa de saber que existimos,<br /></em></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"><strong><em>la existencia es un viaje en el que no existen los caminos llanos: todo son subidas o bajadas... </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"><strong><em>La vida no es sino una continua sucesión de oportunidades para sobrevivir...</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4751787681044513637?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-17348777965879561002007-01-05T10:13:00.000-03:002007-01-05T10:57:46.670-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZ5WRU61b_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/7Z69rFjRSgA/s1600-h/Mi+arte+sublime+en+el+amor+39-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016541890610556914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZ5WRU61b_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/7Z69rFjRSgA/s400/Mi+arte+sublime+en+el+amor+39-.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Hay veces en que la paranoia es la forma de mi</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">conciencia</span><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">, </span></em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">y la</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">conciencia</span> <em><span style="color:#ffffff;">es mi forma de</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">amor</span><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></em></strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">El</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">deseo</span> <em><span style="color:#ffffff;">es</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">pasión</span><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">,</span></em></strong></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>pero no me empuja a buscar lo </em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">amo </span><em>cuando estas ausente...</em></strong></span><em><br /></em></span></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">No me engañan mis sentidos,</span> </strong></span><br /></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">sino mi</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">discernimiento</span><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></em></strong></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Cuando más niego mis</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">deseos</span> <em><span style="color:#ffffff;">es cuando hallo lo que</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">desea</span> <em><span style="color:#ffffff;">mi</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">corazón</span><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">...</span></em></strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><strong>Desearía amarte,</strong> </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">para partir la misma estrella y unirnos a la distancia...</span></strong> </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">El</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">amor</span> <em><span style="color:#ffffff;">es, sobre todos los</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">sentimientos</span> <em><span style="color:#ffffff;">del alma, el que más se parece</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">a la</span></em> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">eternidad</span><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">, el que más me acerca a ella...</span></em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-1734877796587956100?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-11683415912325639512007-01-04T16:44:00.000-03:002007-01-04T17:29:19.228-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZ1hsn1gFZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nvA8r6sWEP4/s1600-h/5315079-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016272979196122514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZ1hsn1gFZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nvA8r6sWEP4/s400/5315079-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>¿Quién es</strong> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">libre</span><strong>?</strong> </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>Sólo el que sabe dominar sus pasiones...<br /></em></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>La</strong> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">libertad</span> <strong>es tan preciosa que es necesario a veces racionarla...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Siento que soy</strong> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">libre</span><strong>,</strong> </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>pero sé que no lo soy...</em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">(cuando hay</span></strong> <span style="color:#33ffff;">libertad</span><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">, </span></strong></em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>todo lo demás sobra)</strong></em></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><em><strong>Más vale una hora de </strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;">libertad</span><strong>, </strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"><strong><em>que cuarenta años de esclavitud...</em></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-1168341591232563951?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-43654576036658524582007-01-03T10:31:00.000-03:002007-01-03T10:55:46.901-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZu1e31gFYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PK3UbDTo5To/s1600-h/5375171-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015802151996233090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZu1e31gFYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PK3UbDTo5To/s400/5375171-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>El clima y el amor son dos cosas de las que nunca podemos estar seguros...</strong></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>Cuando nos sentimos necesitados empezamos a crecer, </strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>a florecer, </strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>a prosperar y a dar lo mejor que tenemos...</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>Valoremos la ternura, </strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>es la pasión en estado de reposo...</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4365457603665852458?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-80208161250915520622007-01-02T12:11:00.000-03:002007-01-02T12:16:24.689-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZp2yH1gFXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1ZdT_z-iO8c/s1600-h/5295502-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015451738499454322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZp2yH1gFXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1ZdT_z-iO8c/s400/5295502-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em> Lo que uno encuentra en la vida es el destino...<br /></em></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong><em>La manera en que lo encuentra es el esfuerzo personal...</em></strong></span></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-8020816125091552062?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-24137452608327389212006-12-30T13:15:00.000-03:002006-12-30T13:27:13.012-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZaR9WaWG2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/SJSF30nUXco/s1600-h/5285889-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014355718297754466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZaR9WaWG2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/SJSF30nUXco/s400/5285889-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><em><strong>Mi anhelo para éste 2007 es...<br /></strong></em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><em><strong>Vivir mis deseos...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><em><strong>Agotarlos en vida...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><em><strong>Es el destino de toda existencia...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><em><strong>Sólo quedo a la espera de el tiempo;</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"><em><strong>es un gran maestro que arregla muchas cosas...</strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2413745260832738921?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-78567865816379420152006-12-28T12:21:00.000-03:002006-12-28T13:18:47.224-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZPsw2aWG1I/AAAAAAAAADs/n333BwSotVg/s1600-h/vertigo+5130989-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013611134177385298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZPsw2aWG1I/AAAAAAAAADs/n333BwSotVg/s400/vertigo+5130989-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>Mi deseo de Vida sana, más que oro...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>Mi deseo de buen á</em></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>nimo más que perlas...</div></em></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>Vivir es cuestión de lo que uno gasta y </em></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>de lo que uno hace...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>Recordemos que e</em></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>l </em></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>tiempo es el mejor autor; </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>siempre encuentra un final casi </em></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>perfecto...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>El hoy no es más que el recuerdo del ayer, y el mañana el sueño de hoy...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Otro año más...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Otro año menos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Comencemos a transitar el final de éste 2006</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">siendo </span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">auténticos con nosotros mismos...</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Iniciemos</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> el 2007 con la confianza necesaria en cada nuevo paso...</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7856786581637942015?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-23788353720470833852006-12-26T10:26:00.000-03:002006-12-26T10:41:07.810-03:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012829712122518338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RZEmEGaWG0I/AAAAAAAAADg/AswxWy2G2fo/s400/1490933-lg.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Quiero que veas lo que no se ve...</em></strong></span><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Tu amor me quema, </em></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>cada día que pasa te quiero más...</em></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;">(sólo quiero que lo sepas)</span></span></em></strong><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Sé que algo está naciendo en mí...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Si tus besos volaran, los soltaría.</em></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Si tus besos quisieran, me entregaría.</em></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Si tus besos fueran versos los cantaría.</em></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Si tus besos fueran míos, </em></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>los besaría...<br /></em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2378835372047083385?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-10176440015649430632006-12-22T10:46:00.000-03:002006-12-22T10:56:07.566-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYvh3maWGzI/AAAAAAAAADU/_VS6z2ecWlM/s1600-h/4406398-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011347355699911474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYvh3maWGzI/AAAAAAAAADU/_VS6z2ecWlM/s400/4406398-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Quizas algún día mi corazón decida que es tiempo de abrirse nuevamente a vos</em></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>y le de lugar a una nueva ilusión....</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Quizas no hayas notado que tenías las llaves de mi alma </em></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>y las razones de mi risa...</em></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Quizas... no sé...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Tal vez estes por allí dando vueltas y mis ojos apagados no te vean...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Quizas estes cerca y yo no me de cuenta de lo que tus palabras tratan de decir...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Quizas deba sólo esperar...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Curar mis alas de cristal y tratar de volar...</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Cuando el sol en mi alma v</em></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>uelva a brillar...<br /></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-1017644001564943063?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-36220489284146377252006-12-21T01:17:00.000-03:002006-12-21T10:09:43.518-03:00<div align="center"><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYoLwmaWGyI/AAAAAAAAADI/K8KiXlIk59A/s1600-h/4655757-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010830464975772450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYoLwmaWGyI/AAAAAAAAADI/K8KiXlIk59A/s400/4655757-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Si deseas que tus sueños se hagan realidad, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>sólo es necesario que despiertes: </em></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Aquí estoy!<br /></span></div></em></strong></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-3622048928414637725?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-65371711350534435302006-12-20T08:31:00.000-03:002006-12-20T08:32:47.851-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYkfEmaWGxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gxHN7ToljTw/s1600-h/3236401-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010570224317373202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYkfEmaWGxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gxHN7ToljTw/s400/3236401-md.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Cuando soñamos solos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>sólo es un sueño. </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Pero,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em> cuando soñamos juntos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>el sueño se puede convertir en realidad...<br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6537171135053443530?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-8125278001295203772006-12-19T09:03:00.000-03:002006-12-19T09:07:55.551-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYfV6WaWGwI/AAAAAAAAACw/6ewrAgHuppw/s1600-h/4540913-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010208308898175746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYfV6WaWGwI/AAAAAAAAACw/6ewrAgHuppw/s400/4540913-md.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Cinco minutos bastan para soñar toda una vida, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>así de relativo es el tiempo.<br /></em></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-812527800129520377?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-45141778501840427292006-12-18T20:22:00.000-03:002006-12-18T20:27:32.283-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYcjn2aWGvI/AAAAAAAAACg/sMXonOrQOQ0/s1600-h/4097975-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010012278000851698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYcjn2aWGvI/AAAAAAAAACg/sMXonOrQOQ0/s400/4097975-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Yo creo que la verdad es perfecta para las matemáticas, </em></strong></span><br /></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>la química, </em></strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>la filosofía, </em></strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>pero no para la vida. </em></strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>En la vida, </em></strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>la ilusión, </em></strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>la imaginación, </em></strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>el deseo, </em></strong></span><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>la esperanza cuentan más. </em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4514177850184042729?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-29967547715493073392006-12-16T17:52:00.000-03:002006-12-18T20:22:27.070-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYRfSmaWGtI/AAAAAAAAACM/gDu0hz2D_f8/s1600-h/4396873-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009233458696166098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYRfSmaWGtI/AAAAAAAAACM/gDu0hz2D_f8/s400/4396873-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>A veces creo que nada tiene sentido. </em></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>En un planeta minúsculo, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>que corre hacia la nada desde millones de años, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>nacemos en medio de dolores, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>crecemos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>luchamos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>nos enfermamos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>sufrimos hacemos sufrir, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>gritamos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>morimos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>mueren, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>y otros estan naciendo para volver a empezar la comedia inútil. Sería eso, verdadermente? </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Toda nuestra vida sería una serie de gritos anónimos en un desierto de astros indiferentes? </em></strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2996754771549307339?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-42270871172714639782006-12-15T15:56:00.000-03:002006-12-15T16:01:59.816-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYLwvztgLKI/AAAAAAAAACA/DiYFc5JqDyY/s1600-h/GLOBOS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008830439714991266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYLwvztgLKI/AAAAAAAAACA/DiYFc5JqDyY/s400/GLOBOS.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em> Basta un poco de espíritu aventurero </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>para estar siempre satisfechos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>pues en esta vida, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>gracias a dios, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>nada sucede como deseábamos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>como suponíamos, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>ni como teníamos previsto...<br /></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-4227087117271463978?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-64933360414111462142006-12-14T18:19:00.000-03:002006-12-18T20:28:15.425-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYHAhTtgLJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aFyFU8JNU_M/s1600-h/07-12-06-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008495939072044178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RYHAhTtgLJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aFyFU8JNU_M/s400/07-12-06-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>La capacidad de reír juntos es el amor...<br /></em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-6493336041411146214?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-74623357859071294452006-12-13T08:47:00.000-03:002006-12-13T08:50:41.795-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RX_oyDtgLII/AAAAAAAAABo/jxGR9hi8OMc/s1600-h/2645329-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007977257346542722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RX_oyDtgLII/AAAAAAAAABo/jxGR9hi8OMc/s400/2645329-md.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>En el corazón de todos los inviernos</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em> vive una primavera palpitante, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>y detrás de cada noche, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">viene una aurora sonriente.<br /></span></div></em></strong></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7462335785907129445?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-84166846939840783672006-12-12T08:15:00.000-03:002006-12-12T08:18:45.150-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RX6Ppnm6MYI/AAAAAAAAABc/17GWM2t6cQE/s1600-h/4878081-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007597780852158850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RX6Ppnm6MYI/AAAAAAAAABc/17GWM2t6cQE/s400/4878081-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em> <span style="color:#ffffff;">La</span> <span style="color:#009900;">esperanza </span><span style="color:#ffffff;">se eternice,<br /></span><span style="color:#ffff00;">ilumine</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">el descuido,<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">y cese la</span> <span style="color:#993399;">ausencia</span><span style="color:#993399;">.</span><br /></em></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-8416684693984078367?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-24215066403542045472006-12-11T12:21:00.000-03:002006-12-11T12:25:37.828-03:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RX139NmaQvI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObcOo29OcVY/s1600-h/2687584-md.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007290254212350706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RX139NmaQvI/AAAAAAAAABI/ObcOo29OcVY/s400/2687584-md.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Uno está enamorado </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>cuando se da cuenta de que la otra persona es única.</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-2421506640354204547?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-34108692001879827682006-12-09T10:12:00.000-03:002006-12-21T10:08:04.466-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RXq2VdmaQsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nn5jrc6zchg/s1600-h/2976199-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006514415614968514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RXq2VdmaQsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nn5jrc6zchg/s400/2976199-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Qué difícil intentar salir ilesos </em></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>de esta magia </em></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>en la que nos hayamos presos...</em></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-3410869200187982768?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-75768109782398271372006-12-07T22:06:00.000-03:002006-12-07T22:13:06.131-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RXi7bdmaQrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mvWahPBvibA/s1600-h/vale+3621144-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005957066298901170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RXi7bdmaQrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/mvWahPBvibA/s400/vale+3621144-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><strong>Cuando se es amado, </strong></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>no se duda de nada. </strong></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>Cuando se ama se duda de todo.<br /></strong></em></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-7576810978239827137?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295536383538031468.post-36849007513791900102006-12-06T01:31:00.000-03:002006-12-06T11:01:42.157-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RXZGLjPMgeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gJPNts_2nvM/s1600-h/NO+TAN+5183241-lg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005265200120365538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EkeRkTSrxW8/RXZGLjPMgeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gJPNts_2nvM/s400/NO+TAN+5183241-lg.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Siempre hay un mañana </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>y la vida nos da otra oportunidad para hacer las cosas bien, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>pero por si me equivoco y hoy es todo lo que nos queda, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>me gustaría decirte cuanto te quiero </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>y </em></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>que nunca te olvidaré....</em></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295536383538031468-3684900751379190010?l=notananonima.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>No TaN aNóNiMa ...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00220879944630802378noreply@blogger.com1