<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083</id><updated>2011-08-04T01:22:30.070-07:00</updated><category term='Amor prohibido amor perdido'/><category term='no sabe lo que es el amor'/><category term='te esta pasando lo mismo que a mi'/><category term='el problema'/><category term='no me alcanza la vida para agradecerte todo'/><category term='Me enamore de ti'/><category term='te deseo'/><category term='es CASI imposible'/><category term='hasta que me olvides'/><category term='Un amigo es una luz'/><category term='eres el hombre casi perfecto'/><category term='Pero me acuerdo de ti'/><category term='el tiempo es hoy'/><category term='nuestras vidas'/><category term='Me llamas porque te sientes solo'/><category term='mañana fue'/><category term='Amigas'/><category term='trata de estar mejor'/><category term='Me pones de punta en punta'/><category term='Escucha tu corazon'/><category term='mi realidad'/><category term='Nunca fuimos derrotadas y ahora menos'/><category term='Vivimos Siempre juntos'/><category term='no hay razón ni lógica en mi corazón.'/><category term='nunca te deja solo'/><category term='Borrarte de mis sueños'/><category term='1+1 = 2 enamorados'/><category term='Juramos ser amigos hasta el fin'/><category term='cuenta esa vieja historia'/><category term='te amo'/><category term='Estoy decidida'/><category term='llevame lejos'/><category term='Tarde juntas'/><category term='perderte de nuevo'/><category term='Te llevo grabado en mi ser'/><category term='te quiero'/><category term='Pienso tu nombre en silencio'/><category term='tratar de revivir'/><category term='como duele'/><category term='Solamente tu'/><category term='es un juego que solo hay que jugar'/><category term='Felicidad'/><category term='nunca te preguntaste porque no nos entendemos'/><category term='Ahora lloras por mi'/><category term='inolvidable'/><category term='nadie llenara el vacio que dejaste en mi'/><category term='Uno de tantos recuerdos'/><category term='Me cuesta tanto olvidarte'/><category term='Pensando en ti'/><category term='amor mio'/><category term='tengo derecho yo a sentirme un dia mal'/><title type='text'>Sol Sol Sol</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>676</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4489861082895844621</id><published>2010-05-28T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:37:18.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S__s7hzW3iI/AAAAAAAABd8/JLCbXgp35Ik/s1600/100_2589-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S__s7hzW3iI/AAAAAAAABd8/JLCbXgp35Ik/s320/100_2589-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356179336027682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Días que me siento bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Días que me siento mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Que voy a hacer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No mires atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4489861082895844621?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4489861082895844621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4489861082895844621' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4489861082895844621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4489861082895844621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/dias-que-me-siento-bien-dias-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S__s7hzW3iI/AAAAAAAABd8/JLCbXgp35Ik/s72-c/100_2589-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4577591200888820451</id><published>2010-05-28T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:59:26.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S__oGi4KBSI/AAAAAAAABd0/tPGbWeFwHdg/s1600/se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 63px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S__oGi4KBSI/AAAAAAAABd0/tPGbWeFwHdg/s320/se.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476350871045014818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;No me despiertes cuando vengas y no me hables al oído &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya no me sirven tus palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apague el sueño demasiado temprano &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deje una carta en la mesa&lt;/span&gt; con muy poca lucidez&lt;br /&gt;pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el amor no se olvida &lt;/span&gt;toda mi vida rendida a tus pies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hay momentos que no recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hay momentos que no puedo olvidar&lt;/span&gt; hay momentos que por las madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;me arrepiento y empiezo a temblar cinco segundos de gracia y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mil horas sin razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sequé mis lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; en espejos fríos y soy la sombra de ayer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hay momentos que no&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hay momentos que no puedo olvidar&lt;/span&gt; hay momentos que por&lt;br /&gt;las madrugadas me arrepiento  y empiezo a temblar no me despiertes cuando vengas y no me&lt;br /&gt;hables al oído ya no me sirven tus palabras &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apague el sueño demasiado temprano... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4577591200888820451?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4577591200888820451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4577591200888820451' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4577591200888820451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4577591200888820451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-me-despiertes-cuando-vengas-y-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S__oGi4KBSI/AAAAAAAABd0/tPGbWeFwHdg/s72-c/se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-7432605771823917451</id><published>2010-05-28T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T08:50:48.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;quisiera ser pensaniento para estar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dentro de ti&lt;/span&gt; y saber por lo menos si piensas a diario en mi&lt;br /&gt;una mañana te vi en la tarde recorde estuviste en mi sueño y &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;jamas te olvide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;me enloquece verte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me fascina mirarte, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi sueño es tenerte&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que de mi vida formes parte&lt;/span&gt; hoy mantengo la ilusion&lt;br /&gt;quiza sea una locura y es que &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que siento por ti&lt;/span&gt; hasta la fecha perdura, son tus ojos, tu rostro&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;esa forma de ser&lt;/span&gt; las que dia con dia me hacen enloquecer aun no lo puedo creer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; va en aumento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;me has robado el aliento y se lo grito a los cuatro vientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; contemplo el firmamento&lt;br /&gt;e imagino su silueta se estanco en mi pensamiento y mi corazon mas inquieta esta grieta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mi corazon ha sanado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S__mIjJvBQI/AAAAAAAABds/032Fxt5Gvf0/s1600/vdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S__mIjJvBQI/AAAAAAAABds/032Fxt5Gvf0/s320/vdc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476348706455225602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-7432605771823917451?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7432605771823917451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=7432605771823917451' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7432605771823917451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7432605771823917451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/quisiera-ser-pensaniento-para-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S__mIjJvBQI/AAAAAAAABds/032Fxt5Gvf0/s72-c/vdc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3798976006970711149</id><published>2010-05-27T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:29:42.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S_8ZCzGp5CI/AAAAAAAABdk/1DEiF866PXM/s1600/po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S_8ZCzGp5CI/AAAAAAAABdk/1DEiF866PXM/s320/po.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476123207774364706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría romper a la perfección un buen corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría tener a nuestro amor y al desgaste natural  de todo aparte, ahora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué usted desea hacer la primera cicatriz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría romper a la perfección un buen corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tal vez debería haber visto las señales, en caso de que hayas leído el escrito en la pared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y realizado por la distancia en tus ojos que yo sería una a la caída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No importa lo que usted dice, yo todavía no puedo creer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que usted camina lejos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que no tiene sentido para mí, pero:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría romper a la perfección un buen corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría tener a nuestro amor y al desgaste natural de todo aparte, ahora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué usted desea hacer la primera cicatriz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría romper a la perfección un buen corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No es ininterrumpida ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Cómo puedo obtener de nuevo el mismo de antes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría romper a la perfección un buen corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría tener a nuestro amor y al desgaste natural  de todo aparte, ahora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué usted desea hacer la primera cicatriz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría a romper, le gustaría romper una:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría romper a la perfección un buen corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría tener a nuestro amor y al desgaste natural  de todo aparte, ahora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué usted desea hacer la primera cicatriz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Por qué le gustaría romper a la perfección un buen corazón?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3798976006970711149?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3798976006970711149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3798976006970711149' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3798976006970711149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3798976006970711149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-que-le-gustaria-romper-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S_8ZCzGp5CI/AAAAAAAABdk/1DEiF866PXM/s72-c/po.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-242051649408316165</id><published>2010-05-27T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:01:13.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No pienses más en mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apúntame&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dispara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;el corazón te he roto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dispárame, dispara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No pienses más en mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no esperes de mi nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;el corazón te he roto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dispárme, dispara aquí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-242051649408316165?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/242051649408316165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=242051649408316165' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/242051649408316165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/242051649408316165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-pienses-mas-en-mi-apuntame-y-dispara.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-5960025341383285262</id><published>2010-05-27T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:59:00.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S_8FyBMbF4I/AAAAAAAABdU/mUR3xJ3qOUk/s1600/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S_8FyBMbF4I/AAAAAAAABdU/mUR3xJ3qOUk/s320/l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476102028777953154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Tras la marea nadie tiene sed nos lastimamos suficiente &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuesta mirarnos frente a frente después de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un puño contra la pared&lt;/span&gt; de dónde arranco yo un abrazo mientras tú juntas los pedazos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es preferible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;callar &lt;/span&gt;necesitamos el silencio para respirar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;llora conmigo hasta que el cielo sea cielo hasta que el frío &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que hoy sentimos se convierta en fuego hasta que llore el mar&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el beso que quedó vacío ocupe su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lugar y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;todo vuelva a empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pasan las tardes sin mirar... sin ver nos aguantamos el cariño por no&lt;br /&gt;portarnos como niños mejor sentarme al borde de tu piel que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;echarle sal a las heridas&lt;/span&gt; de quien mas&lt;br /&gt;amo en esta vida &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la calma está por llegar&lt;/span&gt; en cuanto aclare la tormenta nos vamos a encontrar llora&lt;br /&gt; conmigo hasta que el cielo sea cielo hasta que el frío que hoy sentimos se convierta en fuego hasta&lt;br /&gt; que llore el mar y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;el beso que quedó vacío ocupe su lugar&lt;/span&gt; y todo vuelva a empezar tomo distancia&lt;br /&gt;y sigo aquí tan lejos y tan cerca de tí que no me faltó...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; (No me faltas)&lt;/span&gt;  se que la rabia es pasajera y&lt;br /&gt;aunque otra guerra espera... yo no me  marcho,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; tú no me dejas!&lt;/span&gt; llora conmigo hasta que el cielo sea cielo&lt;br /&gt;hasta que el frío que hoy sentimos se convierta en fuego hasta que  llore el mar y el beso que quedó&lt;br /&gt;vacío ocupe su lugar y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;todo vuelva a empezar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; y todo vuelva a empezar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-5960025341383285262?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5960025341383285262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=5960025341383285262' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5960025341383285262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5960025341383285262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/tras-la-marea-nadie-tiene-sed-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S_8FyBMbF4I/AAAAAAAABdU/mUR3xJ3qOUk/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4027275407581513183</id><published>2010-05-27T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:42:15.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S_8Cm8NHBFI/AAAAAAAABdI/f5J0yOWGT8s/s1600/yam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S_8Cm8NHBFI/AAAAAAAABdI/f5J0yOWGT8s/s320/yam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476098539925210194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;EL SOL, TU CANCION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;MIL ABRAZOS SIN ADIOS&lt;br /&gt;TE DIGO: PASIÓN, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PURO AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES EL SUEÑO DE LOS DOS&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YO VOY A CUIDARTE HASTA EL FINAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y EN CADA RINCON DE LA CIUDAD&lt;br /&gt;YO VOY A SACARTE A BAILAR&lt;br /&gt;YO JAMAS SENTI AQUI NADA IGUAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERAS QUE EL AMOR DE LOS DOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRECERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BESAME OTRA VEZ&lt;br /&gt;DAME UN BESO NO VEZ QUE LA SUERTE&lt;br /&gt;ESTA AQUI Y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MUERO POR TI. &lt;/span&gt;BESAME&lt;br /&gt;OTRA VEZ DAME  UN BESO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO VEZ QUE LA SUERTE ESTA AQUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y MUERO POR TI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ME MUERO POR TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4027275407581513183?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4027275407581513183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4027275407581513183' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4027275407581513183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4027275407581513183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/el-sol-tu-cancion-mil-abrazos-sin-adios.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S_8Cm8NHBFI/AAAAAAAABdI/f5J0yOWGT8s/s72-c/yam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1989299955270698603</id><published>2010-01-14T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:05:53.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0_pkgZojUI/AAAAAAAABdA/tMT-T0CZl14/s1600-h/454654546546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0_pkgZojUI/AAAAAAAABdA/tMT-T0CZl14/s320/454654546546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426812889386749250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sartre decía que &lt;b&gt;queramos o no siempre elegimos,&lt;/b&gt; incluso cuando hacemos lo que otros nos dicen que hagamos nosotros elegimos hacer eso.&lt;br /&gt;Eres vos, siempre &lt;b&gt;eres vos el que elige&lt;/b&gt;, aunque hayas acatado órdenes de otro como un robot eres vos el que elige acatar esas órdenes. Quieras o no siempre eliges.&lt;br /&gt;Es muy fácil excusarse diciendo ”yo hice esto por esto o por lo otro”. Si vos lo hiciste fue porque quisiste, porque fue tu decisión.&lt;br /&gt;Es como en el juego “Simon Dice”, Simon te dice que hagas esto o lo otro, ahora si vos lo haces fue por decisión tuya porque vos lo elegiste. Incluso cuando no sabemos que elegir ya elegimos.&lt;br /&gt;¿Viste cuando uno va a pedirle un consejo a un amigo sobre algo? En realidad, en el fondo, uno espera que ese amigo le diga tal cosa porque vos ya elegiste.&lt;u&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lo único que quieres es que tu amigo te diga que no elegiste mal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A uno le hacen lo que uno deja que le hagan. &lt;b&gt;Todo el tiempo&lt;/b&gt; uno está eligiendo el camino que va a seguir, todo el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Es así, te puedes pasar la vida echándoles la culpa a los demás, diciendo “yo hice lo que Simon me dijo que hiciera”. Hasta el soldado que mata por orden de su jefe decide, porque él decide hacerle caso. &lt;b&gt;Ni siquiera cuando nos obligan a algo dejamos de elegir&lt;/b&gt;. Elegir acatar, es elegir. Porque nadie más que vos elige, siempre, en todo momento. Decidir es algo intransferible y solitario, y eso angustia. Angustia porque sabes que tu decisión va a tener consecuencias, pero es tu decisión, aunque Simon diga lo que diga, &lt;b&gt;es tu decisión&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1989299955270698603?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1989299955270698603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1989299955270698603' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1989299955270698603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1989299955270698603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/sartre-decia-que-queramos-o-no-siempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0_pkgZojUI/AAAAAAAABdA/tMT-T0CZl14/s72-c/454654546546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4309404719781029500</id><published>2010-01-14T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:21:48.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;¿Se aprende de los Errores?&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dicen que de los errores se aprende. Pero cuando un error lastima a otro y deja una marca, ¿De que sirve la lección? Cuando el error que cometiste no tiene solución, cuando cometes un error que pone en peligro a los demas, cuando el error puede ser mortal, cuando un error estupido te marca para toda la vida, cuando un error no tiene perdón, cuando ya es demasiado tarde y por mas de que hagas lo que hagas no podes reparar tu error, solo se puede llorar, porque hay errores que no tienen arreglo. Un corazon roto es como esa botella que se rompió en el verano, partida en pedazos, ya no se puede reparar. Son errores fatales, errores imperdonables. Errores que nos torturan toda la vida. Desesperados intentamos reparar ese error, hacer algo que al menos pueda enmendar en parte todo el daño que hicimos. Hay errores que cambian tu vida para siempre. Hay errores inesperados, fuera de todo cálculo. Son errores que no tienen arreglo. Por arreglar ciertos errores uno daria su vida .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4309404719781029500?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4309404719781029500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4309404719781029500' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4309404719781029500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4309404719781029500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-aprende-de-los-errores-dicen-que-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-5323845954501367308</id><published>2010-01-14T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:20:47.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-mwGHY1fI/AAAAAAAABc4/Dej8glCJQMU/s1600-h/LASFJKJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-mwGHY1fI/AAAAAAAABc4/Dej8glCJQMU/s320/LASFJKJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426739421210269170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre, siempre lo llevaremos en la piel, en el alma.&lt;i&gt; Voy a quedarme en tus besos&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;aunque me mate la distancia y me apure el tiempo&lt;/b&gt;, voy a quedarme en tu vida &lt;i&gt;aunque intente olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-5323845954501367308?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5323845954501367308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=5323845954501367308' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5323845954501367308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5323845954501367308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/siempre-siempre-lo-llevaremos-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-mwGHY1fI/AAAAAAAABc4/Dej8glCJQMU/s72-c/LASFJKJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4900876172812280479</id><published>2010-01-14T15:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:15:27.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuida siempre esa luz de marfil, que te acompañe hasta las puertas del fin, y &lt;b&gt;buena suerte&lt;/b&gt;, de verdad, &lt;b&gt;que tengas todo lo que no te supe darrrrrrrrr !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4900876172812280479?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4900876172812280479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4900876172812280479' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4900876172812280479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4900876172812280479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuida-siempre-esa-luz-de-marfil-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6731562815545785417</id><published>2010-01-14T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:11:27.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~&lt;b&gt;Ya no te creo, ya no te espero&lt;/b&gt;, ya no me importa de qué quieras hablar. &lt;b&gt;Ya no te extraño&lt;/b&gt;, ya no te engaño,&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; mejor marcharse sin mirar hacia atrás&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Y si después de tanto peregrinar alguna vez nos volvemos a encontrar mira mis ojos dime si alguna vez, por un instante&lt;b&gt; te dejé de adorar.&lt;/b&gt; Si te vas de nuevo&lt;b&gt; no me queda más remedio que la &lt;u&gt;libertaaaaaad&lt;/u&gt;.!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-khQTjOBI/AAAAAAAABcw/So1VnissjqQ/s1600-h/dfn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-khQTjOBI/AAAAAAAABcw/So1VnissjqQ/s320/dfn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426736967224342546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6731562815545785417?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6731562815545785417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6731562815545785417' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6731562815545785417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6731562815545785417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/ya-no-te-creo-ya-no-te-espero-ya-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-khQTjOBI/AAAAAAAABcw/So1VnissjqQ/s72-c/dfn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-403578212758283406</id><published>2010-01-14T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:09:35.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;mientras brillan las estrellas y los rios corran hacia el mar  hasta el dia en qe tu vuelvas se qe no te dejare de amar.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-403578212758283406?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/403578212758283406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=403578212758283406' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/403578212758283406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/403578212758283406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/mientras-brillan-las-estrellas-y-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6584017768862904025</id><published>2010-01-14T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:58:06.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-hP9QTfUI/AAAAAAAABcg/sXH5pbz0mDw/s1600-h/njz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-hP9QTfUI/AAAAAAAABcg/sXH5pbz0mDw/s320/njz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426733371517795650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Que Tengo Que Hacer Pa' Que Vuelvas Conmigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;vamos a Dejar El Pasado Atras para Mi La Vida No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tiene Sentido si Te Vaaas que Tengo Que Hacer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; tengo El Celular En La Cama Con La Esperanza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;De Que Tu Me Llames Despues  Del Huracan Viene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;La Calma Eso Dices Para No Descontrolarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No Puedo Comer No Puedo Dormir No Logro&lt;br /&gt;Enfocarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Solo Pienso En Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6584017768862904025?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6584017768862904025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6584017768862904025' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6584017768862904025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6584017768862904025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-tengo-que-hacer-pa-que-vuelvas.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-hP9QTfUI/AAAAAAAABcg/sXH5pbz0mDw/s72-c/njz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1116161436288617710</id><published>2010-01-14T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:46:23.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-dnjN7zmI/AAAAAAAABcY/F0GQ98nqd94/s1600-h/asdgfgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-dnjN7zmI/AAAAAAAABcY/F0GQ98nqd94/s320/asdgfgg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426729378798882402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Si ayer tuviste un dia gris, tranquila,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo haré canciones para ver si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;así consigo acerte sonreir&lt;/span&gt;, si lo q quieres es huir, camina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo haré canciones para ver, si así consigo fuerzas pa' vivir&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;No tengo mas motivos para darte que este miedo que me dá,&lt;br /&gt;el no volver a verte, nunca más... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creo ver la lluvia caer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;en mi ventana te veo pero no está lloviendo no es más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que un reflejo de mi pensamiento, hoy te echo de menos..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yo sólo quiero hacerte saber amiga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;estes donde estes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que si te falta el aliento yo te lo daré&lt;/span&gt;, y si te sientes sóla&lt;br /&gt;hablame, que &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;te estaré escuchando aunque no te pueda ver&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;aunque no te pueda ver... De tantas cosas que perdí&lt;br /&gt;diría que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sólo guardo lo que fue magico&lt;/span&gt; tiempo que nació en abril,&lt;br /&gt;miradas tristes sobre mi se anidan y se hacen parte de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahora siempre llueve por que estoy sin ti&lt;/span&gt;...No tengo mas motivos&lt;br /&gt;para darte que esta fría soledad, que &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;necesito darte tantas cosas má&lt;/span&gt;s...&lt;br /&gt;Creo ver la lluvia caer en mi ventana te veo pero no está lloviendo no es mas que un reflejo de mi pensamiento&lt;br /&gt; hoy te echo de menos... Yo sólo quiero hacer saber amiga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;estes donde estes que si te falta aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yo te lo daré... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1116161436288617710?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1116161436288617710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1116161436288617710' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1116161436288617710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1116161436288617710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-ayer-tuviste-un-dia-gris-tranquila.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-dnjN7zmI/AAAAAAAABcY/F0GQ98nqd94/s72-c/asdgfgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-7269266554484662099</id><published>2010-01-14T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:26:18.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-Y2Z4vXUI/AAAAAAAABcQ/XKupPb6sj7E/s1600-h/pohg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-Y2Z4vXUI/AAAAAAAABcQ/XKupPb6sj7E/s320/pohg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426724136433966402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Estoy enamorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; de tu voz y tu ternura tú&lt;br /&gt;eres mi color, mi poesía y mi música&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy enamorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; de tu mirada tan profunda&lt;br /&gt;que se mete en mi alma, la eleva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; y me inunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;estoy enamorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; de tu vientre y&lt;br /&gt;de tu ombligo de tus manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; tu lengua&lt;br /&gt;y hasta tus oídos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;estoy enamorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;tan transparente y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;de tu boca directa&lt;br /&gt;que me habla de frente y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nunca dejarás&lt;br /&gt;de mi boca escuchar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decir que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero ser tu amor por siempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-7269266554484662099?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7269266554484662099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=7269266554484662099' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7269266554484662099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7269266554484662099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/estoy-enamorado-de-tu-voz-y-tu-ternura.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0-Y2Z4vXUI/AAAAAAAABcQ/XKupPb6sj7E/s72-c/pohg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-924278511731138987</id><published>2010-01-07T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:26:31.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0alusGj3yI/AAAAAAAABcI/C_QWKb9I7Ec/s1600-h/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0alusGj3yI/AAAAAAAABcI/C_QWKb9I7Ec/s320/54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424205022745583394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuando &lt;b&gt;estoy contigo&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;crece mi esperanza&lt;/b&gt;, has &lt;b&gt;alimentado el amor de mi alma&lt;/b&gt;, y sin pensarlo el tiempo, &lt;b&gt;me robo el aliento&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;b&gt;¿Qué sera de mi si no te tengo?&lt;/b&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;b&gt;no estas conmigo &lt;/b&gt;se &lt;b&gt;me escapa el aire&lt;/b&gt;, corazón vacío; &lt;b&gt;Estando en tus brazos solo a tu lado siento que respiro&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; hay nada que &lt;b&gt;cambiar&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;no &lt;/b&gt;hay nada que&lt;b&gt; decir&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;b&gt;no estas conmigo quedo entre la nada&lt;/b&gt;, me &lt;b&gt;muero de frío&lt;/b&gt;; Ay! cuanto &lt;b&gt;te amo&lt;/b&gt;, si no es a tu lado, &lt;b&gt;pierdo los sentidos&lt;/b&gt;, hay tanto que &lt;b&gt;inventar&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; hay nada que &lt;b&gt;fingir&lt;/b&gt; .. "&lt;b&gt;Me enamore de ti", "me enamore de ti" .. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eres&lt;/b&gt; lo que yo &lt;b&gt;más quiero&lt;/b&gt; lo que &lt;b&gt;yo soñaba&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;eres mi rayo de luz a cada mañana&lt;/b&gt;, y sin pensarlo el tiempo &lt;b&gt;me robo el aliento&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;b&gt;¿Qué sera de mi si no te tengo?&lt;/b&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;b&gt;no estas conmigo se me escapa el aire&lt;/b&gt;, corazón vacío; &lt;b&gt;Estando en tus brazos solo a tu lado siento que respiro&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; hay nada que &lt;b&gt;cambiar&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; hay nada que &lt;b&gt;decir&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;b&gt;no estas conmigo quedo entre la nada&lt;/b&gt;, me &lt;b&gt;muero de frío&lt;/b&gt;; Ay! cuanto &lt;b&gt;te amo&lt;/b&gt;, si no es a tu lado, &lt;b&gt;pierdo los sentidos&lt;/b&gt;, hay tanto que &lt;b&gt;inventar&lt;/b&gt;, no hay nada que &lt;b&gt;fingir&lt;/b&gt; .. &lt;b&gt;" Me enamore de ti "&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;b&gt;no estas conmigo se me escapa el aire&lt;/b&gt;, corazón vacío; &lt;b&gt;Estando en tus brazos solo a tu lado siento que respiro&lt;/b&gt;, no hay nada que &lt;b&gt;cambiar&lt;/b&gt;, no hay nada que &lt;b&gt;decir&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;b&gt;no estas conmigo quedo entre la nada&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;me muero de frío&lt;/b&gt;; Ay! cuanto &lt;b&gt;te amo&lt;/b&gt;, corazón salvaje &lt;b&gt;pierdo los sentidos&lt;/b&gt;, hay tanto que &lt;b&gt;inventar&lt;/b&gt;, no hay nada que &lt;b&gt;fingir&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;b&gt;no estas conmigo me quedo vacia&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; hay nada que &lt;b&gt;cambiar&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; hay nada que &lt;b&gt;fingir&lt;/b&gt; .. &lt;b&gt; Me enamore de ti&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;me enamore de ti&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;me enamore de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-924278511731138987?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/924278511731138987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=924278511731138987' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/924278511731138987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/924278511731138987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuando-estoy-contigo-crece-mi-esperanza.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0alusGj3yI/AAAAAAAABcI/C_QWKb9I7Ec/s72-c/54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-116478028392250353</id><published>2010-01-07T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:18:10.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0aj67mJdYI/AAAAAAAABcA/IZNHEYUJG0U/s1600-h/98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0aj67mJdYI/AAAAAAAABcA/IZNHEYUJG0U/s320/98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424203034039776642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estamos &lt;b&gt;frente&lt;/b&gt; a &lt;b&gt;frente&lt;/b&gt; nuestros &lt;b&gt;labios no resisten&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;nuestros ojos&lt;/b&gt; son &lt;b&gt;testigos&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;el amor existe&lt;/b&gt;,todo es &lt;b&gt;tan real&lt;/b&gt;, pero nada &lt;b&gt;es normal&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;b&gt;Jamás&lt;/b&gt; había &lt;b&gt;vivido&lt;/b&gt; un &lt;b&gt;sentimiento&lt;/b&gt; tan &lt;b&gt;profundo&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;quedarme aquí a tu lado es lo más lindo de este mundo&lt;/b&gt;, todo es tan &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt;, pero nada es &lt;b&gt;normal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-116478028392250353?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/116478028392250353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=116478028392250353' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/116478028392250353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/116478028392250353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/estamos-frente-frente-nuestros-labios.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0aj67mJdYI/AAAAAAAABcA/IZNHEYUJG0U/s72-c/98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-8561739381431595608</id><published>2010-01-07T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:35:38.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0ZhKBxDvoI/AAAAAAAABb4/F3a5h4VGrCc/s1600-h/65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0ZhKBxDvoI/AAAAAAAABb4/F3a5h4VGrCc/s320/65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424129626115128962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;voy a abrazarte en la oscuridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sos mi punto suspensivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;somos uno a la mitad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;quien valio la pena lo vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;no pudimos encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;te amo mas de lo que puedo explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;te amo mas te amo mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;no es un efecto fugaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;te amo mas te amo mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;es como un amor de cine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando la chica sonrie al final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-8561739381431595608?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8561739381431595608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=8561739381431595608' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8561739381431595608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8561739381431595608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/voy-abrazarte-en-la-oscuridad-sos-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0ZhKBxDvoI/AAAAAAAABb4/F3a5h4VGrCc/s72-c/65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4301808552266875148</id><published>2010-01-07T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:25:30.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0ZetqQFQ-I/AAAAAAAABbw/EBIpf8qdJ_w/s1600-h/l+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0ZetqQFQ-I/AAAAAAAABbw/EBIpf8qdJ_w/s320/l+142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424126939743208418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Entonces llegaste vos, con tus aires de señor,&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin pedirme permiso, me robaste el corazón&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Busqué un solo rincón, y me invadí con tu olor,&lt;br /&gt;Me tocaste y ya sabías, que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en tus redes yo caía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No te importa, que me muera de dolor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que te mire y sienta que hoy sos,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;el hombre de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te importa, y ya no lo niegues más,&lt;br /&gt;Vos no me podés cuidar, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadie cura mis heridas, nadie más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadie más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4301808552266875148?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4301808552266875148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4301808552266875148' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4301808552266875148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4301808552266875148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/entonces-llegaste-vos-con-tus-aires-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/S0ZetqQFQ-I/AAAAAAAABbw/EBIpf8qdJ_w/s72-c/l+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-7201951416753771283</id><published>2009-12-18T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:56:14.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SyxAI3LIu6I/AAAAAAAABbo/xM0ldPMKufY/s1600-h/1+453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SyxAI3LIu6I/AAAAAAAABbo/xM0ldPMKufY/s320/1+453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416774972813654946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Respirando tu aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; soñando tus sueños&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;quiero que sepas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; tu estas&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;en ellos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;que eres&lt;br /&gt;el culpable de todos&lt;br /&gt;mis desvelos quiero que comprendas&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;tu eres mi anhelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; me paso los dias las&lt;br /&gt;noches enteras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;pensando en el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;que corre por mis venas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; pensando que&lt;br /&gt;buscaba alguien que me quisiera y que&lt;br /&gt;al fin encontre alguien que vale la pena y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero confesarte que mi vida eres tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el angel de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;mi guarda el que me entrega su luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el que ilumina el callejón sin salida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;el que le ha dado una esperanza a mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy aqui         a la luz de la vela escribiendo&lt;br /&gt;ea una canción       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; al hombre mas hermoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque quiero que sepa que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;me enamore de el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; lo quiero     llevar conmigo hasta las estrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esa sensación que recorre mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;cada vez        que me miras y se detiene el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada vez            que me besas me robas el aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú eres mi principe que me devolvió al cuento y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;quiero confesarte que mi vida eres tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;el angel de mi guarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; el que me entrega su luz la que ilumina el callejón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; sin salida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;el que le ha dado una esperanza a mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-7201951416753771283?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7201951416753771283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=7201951416753771283' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7201951416753771283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7201951416753771283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/respirando-tu-aire-sonando-tus-suenos-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SyxAI3LIu6I/AAAAAAAABbo/xM0ldPMKufY/s72-c/1+453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-7493324550127813584</id><published>2009-12-14T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:11:10.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SybiAWcKpXI/AAAAAAAABbg/P85-eEk0RjM/s1600-h/ssf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SybiAWcKpXI/AAAAAAAABbg/P85-eEk0RjM/s320/ssf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415264097611195762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="caption"&gt;      &lt;i&gt;Te suelto, te respeto la ida. Y aunque no hayas creído en mi sentir nunca, nunca, haceme caso, andá tranquilo este no era tu lugar, porque si no es el momento, no es la persona. Entonces yo no era. Y si yo no era, no era yo. O era tan yo que no podía ser. Porque soy demandante, hinchapelotas, pesada, ansiosa, demandante, demandante, pero solo cuando espero, pero ya no hay nada que esperar, entonces ya no pido, y sino pido es porque no quiero, y si no quiero es porque se terminó. Y si se terminó es porque no lo cuidé. Y si no lo cuidé es porque no quise, porque soy una mierda, porque no te quise acompañar, porque nunca me importó lo que te pasaba, porque me quise borrar desde el día uno, porque no me interesabas, porque era un juego, porque no valías nada, porque no te quise, porque me sobraba el tiempo,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;y me sale bien mentir... porque la verdad, la verdad es que TE QUIERO.&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-7493324550127813584?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7493324550127813584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=7493324550127813584' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7493324550127813584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7493324550127813584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/te-suelto-te-respeto-la-ida.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SybiAWcKpXI/AAAAAAAABbg/P85-eEk0RjM/s72-c/ssf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-7337422194160800444</id><published>2009-12-04T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:48:53.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No ahi un herue como tú. solo tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-7337422194160800444?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7337422194160800444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=7337422194160800444' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7337422194160800444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7337422194160800444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-ahi-un-herue-como-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-2226738417598701075</id><published>2009-12-04T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:47:53.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxlZTW5xVgI/AAAAAAAABbY/295NQJVBjWI/s1600-h/qwe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxlZTW5xVgI/AAAAAAAABbY/295NQJVBjWI/s320/qwe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411454616362636802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Inevitable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-2226738417598701075?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2226738417598701075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=2226738417598701075' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2226738417598701075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2226738417598701075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/inevitable.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxlZTW5xVgI/AAAAAAAABbY/295NQJVBjWI/s72-c/qwe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4679642207475859263</id><published>2009-12-04T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:44:53.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxlYB7cQ6mI/AAAAAAAABbQ/x5wyZ3nAnn8/s1600-h/lk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxlYB7cQ6mI/AAAAAAAABbQ/x5wyZ3nAnn8/s320/lk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411453217421716066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuestra historia tiene comienzo&lt;br /&gt; pero no tiene su fin&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4679642207475859263?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4679642207475859263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4679642207475859263' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4679642207475859263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4679642207475859263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/nuestra-historia-tiene-comienzo-pero-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxlYB7cQ6mI/AAAAAAAABbQ/x5wyZ3nAnn8/s72-c/lk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-8742143454460831901</id><published>2009-12-02T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:45:36.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sxcwij7AVDI/AAAAAAAABbI/hssAjytECU0/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sxcwij7AVDI/AAAAAAAABbI/hssAjytECU0/s320/j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410846847625352242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No encuentro forma para decirte cuando te quiero, pero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;no se&lt;/span&gt; si ese te quiero es el mismo que para un amigo, un familiar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;no se&lt;/span&gt; si estoy enamorada, si me gustas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;no se&lt;/span&gt; que siento por vos estoy tan confundida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quisiera cambiar las cosas y tenerte como amigo pero se ve que no, cuando te veo no te saco la mirada de encima, y me imagino como seria mi vida al lado de la tuya, logro a llegar porque tuvimos que dejar todo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt; y no darle para adelante lo que tanto me hiciste imaginar, esas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ILUCIONES&lt;/span&gt; que me diste, no logro sacarte de mi cabeza y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; esos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; que no sos otra cosa a la cual pienso, que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sentís&lt;/span&gt; por mi? que soy en tu vida? si en verdad era cierto lo que me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;decías&lt;/span&gt;? si me usas? si me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;queres&lt;/span&gt; de verdad? tantas preguntas sin respuestas que en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; momento y en alguna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ocasión&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tendrán&lt;/span&gt; sus respuestas. Porque tuve que darte ese lugar que NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pertenecías&lt;/span&gt; porque logre a quererte porque das tantas vueltas en mi cabeza.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quiero escapar ya de esta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;situación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-8742143454460831901?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8742143454460831901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=8742143454460831901' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8742143454460831901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8742143454460831901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-encuentro-forma-para-decirte-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sxcwij7AVDI/AAAAAAAABbI/hssAjytECU0/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-7033591487393835532</id><published>2009-12-02T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:11:20.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxcpIGr8jTI/AAAAAAAABbA/OfYLQPpjILQ/s1600-h/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxcpIGr8jTI/AAAAAAAABbA/OfYLQPpjILQ/s320/asd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410838696519568690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que triste es despertar y ver la realidad&lt;/span&gt; ver qué es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mentira lo que sabias saber que es &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el final que triste es ver caer esa pared que ayer me resguardaba y no me dejaba ver&lt;/span&gt; lo que hacias &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como se cura una herida&lt;/span&gt; cuando &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perdonar es tan dificil&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando olvidar no se consigue como enfrentarse a la vida con el corazón hecho pedazos&lt;/span&gt; cuando la desilusión te quiebra el mundo y pega &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un golpe bajo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nunca imagine llorar tu engaño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; en medio del dolor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi fuerza fue mi fe&lt;/span&gt; y en mi lamento buscando aliento mire hacia el cielo y recorde &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como se cura una herida&lt;/span&gt; cuando perdonar es tan dificil y cuando olvidar no se consigue como enfrentarse a la vida con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el corazón hecho pedazos&lt;/span&gt; cuando la desilusion te quiebra&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; el mundo y pega un golpe bajo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;nunca imagine llorar tu engaño me enseño que no hay seguro que solo se puede contar con dios &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como se cura una herida &lt;/span&gt;cuando &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;perdonar es tan dificil&lt;/span&gt; y cuando &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;olvidar no se consigue&lt;/span&gt; como enfrentarse a la vida con el corazon hechos pedazos cuando &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;la desilusion te quiebra el mundo y pega un golpe bajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nunca imagine llorar tu engaño..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-7033591487393835532?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7033591487393835532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=7033591487393835532' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7033591487393835532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7033591487393835532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-triste-es-despertar-y-ver-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxcpIGr8jTI/AAAAAAAABbA/OfYLQPpjILQ/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-9152132365631616765</id><published>2009-11-28T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:48:41.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxH7njq7_nI/AAAAAAAABa4/QgoIp9X8KC4/s1600/97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxH7njq7_nI/AAAAAAAABa4/QgoIp9X8KC4/s320/97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409381284457479794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Te pedi mil veces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que te acerques nada mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; no me puedo enamorar me contestastes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; te fusite de aca siempre me pedias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que te aguanta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;un dia mas &lt;/span&gt;y hoy soy yo el que tiene que rogar y&lt;br /&gt;si pudiera te dejaria de amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;e sido tu amante en&lt;br /&gt;secreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he sido el fantasma de tu amor&lt;/span&gt; es un buen&lt;br /&gt; motivo para cantar  esta cancion&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; te extrañare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu sombra&lt;br /&gt; sere &lt;/span&gt;como la luna y el sol en un eclipsce de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;siempre me pedias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;que te aguanta un dia mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; hoy soy yo el que tiene que rogar&lt;/span&gt; y si pudiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;te dejaria de amar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;he sido tu amante en secreto&lt;br /&gt;he sido el fantasma de tu amor es un buen motivo&lt;br /&gt;para cantar esta cancion&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;te extrañareeee y tu sombra sereee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como la luna y el sol en un eclipsce de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-9152132365631616765?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/9152132365631616765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=9152132365631616765' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9152132365631616765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9152132365631616765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-pedi-mil-veces-que-te-acerques-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxH7njq7_nI/AAAAAAAABa4/QgoIp9X8KC4/s72-c/97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6672099264932893586</id><published>2009-11-28T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:30:16.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxH4qnf-vZI/AAAAAAAABaw/OJBGZLmEXWM/s1600/100_2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxH4qnf-vZI/AAAAAAAABaw/OJBGZLmEXWM/s320/100_2589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409378038489988498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;minutos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;después &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de irás con unas gotas de perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; borrarás mis mejores besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; tu mayor secreto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;y a tu disfraz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;regresarás&lt;/span&gt; que más puedo inventarle al &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;corazón cómo le explico que tú tienes otro amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cuando ya me acostumbré&lt;/span&gt; a mendigarte en cada abrazo y tu piel le pertenece a él &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuántas lágrimas van a correr por tus mentiras&lt;/span&gt; cuántas noches más vas a dejar a la mitad dime cómo hacer para adueñarme de tu vida convéncerte – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eligeme o déjame&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ya no tengo nada que perder&lt;/span&gt; tal vex mañana tü me llamarás &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;encadenado aquí...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;aquí me encontrarás con esta felicidad que se deshace en mil pedazos y el dolor&lt;/span&gt; que tú llamastes amor cuántas lágrimas van a correr por tus mentiras cuántas noches más vas a dejar a la mitad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;dime &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cómo hacer para adueñarme de tu vida &lt;/span&gt;convéncete – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eligeme o déjame&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ya no tengo nada que perder&lt;/span&gt; dime qué sientes cuando duermes junto a él si le cuentas a tu almohada que conmigo eres tan cruel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;dime en qué abismo de tu vida quedo yo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si nunca somos dos&lt;/span&gt; – si siempre es adiós &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuántas lágrimas van a correr por tus mentiras cuántas noches más dime qué hacer&lt;/span&gt;... para adueñarme de tu vida convéncete – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decidete – eligeme o déjame&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ya no tengo nada que perder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6672099264932893586?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6672099264932893586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6672099264932893586' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6672099264932893586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6672099264932893586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/unos-minutos-y-despues-de-iras-con-unas.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxH4qnf-vZI/AAAAAAAABaw/OJBGZLmEXWM/s72-c/100_2589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-766872861532298790</id><published>2009-11-28T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:53:18.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxHhqjmMp-I/AAAAAAAABao/CFBF5sa57Tc/s1600/po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxHhqjmMp-I/AAAAAAAABao/CFBF5sa57Tc/s320/po.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409352748674885602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te llamé para decirte que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te extraño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;para decirte que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no aguanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estar lejos de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te llamé para decirte que lo siento&lt;br /&gt;y que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de amor me estoy muriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;ya no sé vivir sin ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya no podré vivir sin ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-766872861532298790?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/766872861532298790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=766872861532298790' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/766872861532298790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/766872861532298790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-llame-para-decirte-que-te-extrano.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxHhqjmMp-I/AAAAAAAABao/CFBF5sa57Tc/s72-c/po.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4477337886990317060</id><published>2009-11-28T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:21:38.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxGDp2-jxjI/AAAAAAAABag/PwjbqQFtbE4/s1600/987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxGDp2-jxjI/AAAAAAAABag/PwjbqQFtbE4/s320/987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409249382604457522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Hoy,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya no quiero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; amo&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nunca amaras&lt;/span&gt; y quiero olvidar&lt;br /&gt;se,que no puedo seguir&lt;br /&gt;porque&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nunca  vendras y quiero olvida&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;y aunque busques un lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya no puedes entrar en mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque hace tiempo que se termino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ya no recuerdo lo que es el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ni para que sirve tu corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4477337886990317060?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4477337886990317060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4477337886990317060' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4477337886990317060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4477337886990317060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoy-ya-no-quiero-tu-amo-r-porque-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxGDp2-jxjI/AAAAAAAABag/PwjbqQFtbE4/s72-c/987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6564291481663612077</id><published>2009-11-28T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:04:04.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxGB9lN7nbI/AAAAAAAABaY/h1ADW2MgA4I/s1600/nasd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxGB9lN7nbI/AAAAAAAABaY/h1ADW2MgA4I/s320/nasd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409247522411224498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuanto me duele que, no estes aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu no sabes&lt;/span&gt; cuanto duele que no estes aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu no sabes&lt;/span&gt; cuanto duele tanta soledad!&lt;br /&gt;Tu parecer no sabes que se siente llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Sin tener a nadie que te venga a consolar.&lt;br /&gt;De seguro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;si supieras estarias aqui&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6564291481663612077?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6564291481663612077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6564291481663612077' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6564291481663612077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6564291481663612077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuanto-me-duele-que-no-estes-aqui-tu-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxGB9lN7nbI/AAAAAAAABaY/h1ADW2MgA4I/s72-c/nasd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1089638472867145172</id><published>2009-11-27T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:50:42.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nunca vi venir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Todas tus puñaladas por la espalda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Solo para que pudieras sacar provecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;En algo bueno &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;antes de que yo comprendiera tu juego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Escuché que andas por ahí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Interpretando a la víctima ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pero ni siquiera empieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sintiendo que&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; soy la culpable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Porque&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tu cavaste tu propia tumba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1089638472867145172?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1089638472867145172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1089638472867145172' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1089638472867145172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1089638472867145172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/nunca-vi-venir-todas-tus-punaladas-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6864628478739101746</id><published>2009-11-27T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:47:14.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxCrJT4rl7I/AAAAAAAABaQ/fVoXuE-LCGM/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxCrJT4rl7I/AAAAAAAABaQ/fVoXuE-LCGM/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409011328917149618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Te busque en el infinito&lt;br /&gt;Y en las huellas de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;En uno de tus cigarrillos&lt;br /&gt;Esperando hasta el cansancio&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu me has hechado al olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; la suerte se me escapa en un suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu te me vas de las manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; la vida se me rompe en mil pedazos&lt;br /&gt;y yo lloro por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6864628478739101746?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6864628478739101746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6864628478739101746' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6864628478739101746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6864628478739101746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-busque-en-el-infinito-y-en-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxCrJT4rl7I/AAAAAAAABaQ/fVoXuE-LCGM/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-2165263261774148788</id><published>2009-11-27T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:37:20.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxCoLBli9lI/AAAAAAAABaI/6QN0nWmR-gQ/s1600/78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxCoLBli9lI/AAAAAAAABaI/6QN0nWmR-gQ/s320/78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409008059829909074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Si es cuestión de confesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; no sé preparar café y no entiendo de fútbol creo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;alguna vez fuí infiel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;juego mal hasta el parqués y jamás uso reloj y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; para ser más franca nadie piensa en ti como lo hago yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;aunque te dé lo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; si es cuestión de confesar nunca duermo antes de diez ni me baño los domingos la verdad es que también&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; lloro una vez al mes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sobre todo cuando hay frío conmigo nada es fácil ya debes saber me conoces bien y sin ti todo es tan aburrido el cielo está cansado ya de ver la lluvia caer y cada día que pasa es uno más parecido a ayer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;no encuentro forma a alguna de olvidarte porque seguir amándote es inevitable siempre supe que es mejor cuando hay que hablar de dos empezar por uno mismo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ya sabrás la situación aquí todo está peor pero al menos aún respiro no tienes que decirlo no vas a volver te conozco bien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ya buscaré qué hacer conmigo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-2165263261774148788?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2165263261774148788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=2165263261774148788' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2165263261774148788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2165263261774148788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-es-cuestion-de-confesar-no-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxCoLBli9lI/AAAAAAAABaI/6QN0nWmR-gQ/s72-c/78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3997005632571752540</id><published>2009-11-27T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:19:54.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxCkoKKZ4QI/AAAAAAAABaA/xXoCiIdLnzM/s1600/95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxCkoKKZ4QI/AAAAAAAABaA/xXoCiIdLnzM/s320/95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409004162301681922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Por fin he encontrado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un remedio infalible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;que borre del todo la culpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No pienso quedarme a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mirando la tele y oyendo disculpas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;la vida me ha dado un hambre voraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;y tu apenas me das caramelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me voy con mis piernas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;y&lt;br /&gt;mi juventud por ahí aunque te maten los celos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3997005632571752540?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3997005632571752540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3997005632571752540' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3997005632571752540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3997005632571752540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-fin-he-encontrado-un-remedio.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SxCkoKKZ4QI/AAAAAAAABaA/xXoCiIdLnzM/s72-c/95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-5719583339463520631</id><published>2009-11-27T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:43:29.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="caption"&gt;      &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dicen que hay, un mundo de tentaciones,&lt;br /&gt;también hay caramelos con forma de corazones...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que hay, &lt;b&gt;bueno, malo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dicen que hay mas o menos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dicen que hay algo que tener,&lt;br /&gt;y no muchos tenemos...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-5719583339463520631?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5719583339463520631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=5719583339463520631' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5719583339463520631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5719583339463520631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/dicen-que-hay-un-mundo-de-tentaciones.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-557378103361142200</id><published>2009-11-27T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:55:42.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sw_oDPoZCTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/8SvY8-lidjA/s1600/mm+esas+miradas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sw_oDPoZCTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/8SvY8-lidjA/s320/mm+esas+miradas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408796819928451378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te deseo lo mejor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;por si, no vuelvo&lt;br /&gt;a verte más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bajo mi almohada&lt;br /&gt;siempre te voy a guardar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;para&lt;br /&gt;acordarme de vos y&lt;br /&gt;volverte a respirar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;yo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te regalo el&lt;br /&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; porque, vas a cuidarlo más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo lo vivido no se puede terminar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lo llevo en esta canción, que&lt;br /&gt;te quiero dedicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nos volvamos a ver&lt;/span&gt; (que nos volvamos a ver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que te de la vida todo lo que querés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nos  volvamos a ver&lt;/span&gt; (que nos volvamos a ver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para que este cuento no terminé esta vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nunca te voy a olvidar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;en mis recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;siempre estarás&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;porque tu alegría nunca se va a terminar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aunque te vayas de aquí&lt;/span&gt; siempre me acompañaras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que nos volvamos a ver&lt;/span&gt; (que nos volvamos a ver) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que te de la vida todo lo que queres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nos volvamos a ver&lt;/span&gt; (que nos volvamos a ver) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para que este cuento no terminé esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que nos volvamos a ver&lt;/span&gt; (que nos volvamos a ver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que te de la vida todo lo que queres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nos  volvamos a ver&lt;/span&gt; (que nos volvamos a ver)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; para que este cuento no terminé esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Que nos volvamos a ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(que nos volvamos a ver)que te de la vida todo lo que queres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nos volvamos a ver&lt;/span&gt; (que nos volvamos a ver)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;para que este cuento no terminé esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-557378103361142200?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/557378103361142200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=557378103361142200' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/557378103361142200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/557378103361142200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-te-deseo-lo-mejor-por-si-no-vuelvo.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sw_oDPoZCTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/8SvY8-lidjA/s72-c/mm+esas+miradas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-293344272912341998</id><published>2009-11-26T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:24:15.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoy a terminado el amor de los dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;quizas amarte tanto, ese fue mi error&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hoy no sentiras nada, pero pronto veras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que el amor que te di, nadie lo igualara... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Te marchas para siempre sin explicacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; y entre tus maletas mi corazon (mi corazon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;te vas sin decir nada, sin importarte mi dolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pero se que algun dia sentiras lo que yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-293344272912341998?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/293344272912341998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=293344272912341998' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/293344272912341998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/293344272912341998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoy-terminado-el-amor-de-los-dos-quizas.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-8266915529533547307</id><published>2009-11-26T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:54:28.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No es tarde para volver al tiempo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;, te necesito una vez mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-8266915529533547307?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8266915529533547307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=8266915529533547307' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8266915529533547307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8266915529533547307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-es-tarde-para-volver-al-tiempo-atras.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-9161012650930779450</id><published>2009-11-18T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:06:53.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SwR8zU4SOuI/AAAAAAAABZw/P4nMB2Kj7GU/s1600/DSCN0728_308-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SwR8zU4SOuI/AAAAAAAABZw/P4nMB2Kj7GU/s320/DSCN0728_308-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405582673971395298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eran amantes a escondidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo se veian de dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;ocultandose de sus familias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que esto jamas lo entenderian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;el casi la dobla en edad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;se cuidan mucho del que diran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a ella ya no le inportaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;los pibes de su edad que la buscaban.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ella es tan bella y tan joven a la vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;el hombre muy censillo y supo esperar muy bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el fue todo un caballero&lt;/span&gt; y le enseño a ser mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ella espera todo el dia una llamada de el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;al no hacerlo imagina que esta bien con su mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;compartiendo los momentos que ella sabe bien que con el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;jamas podra tener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;en ella vio que se sentia como 10 años menor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ella le cumplio las fantacias que desde joven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el no vivio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ella de el se enamoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cuando su cuerpo le entrego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no penso que existia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;lo que por ese hombre ella sentia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;el volco su experiencia y todo su querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;en ese cuerpo tan joven y con ganas de aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cada vez que se encuentran algo nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;en la cama por hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;el ya casi ni piensa en estar con su mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;esta ciego y no mira lo que puede suseder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo lo que le enseño a ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a otro se lo entregara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y sufrira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-9161012650930779450?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/9161012650930779450/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=9161012650930779450' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9161012650930779450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9161012650930779450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/eran-amantes-escondidas-solo-se-veian.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SwR8zU4SOuI/AAAAAAAABZw/P4nMB2Kj7GU/s72-c/DSCN0728_308-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3815294731723120509</id><published>2009-11-11T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:17:41.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Svsb3txMeqI/AAAAAAAABZo/aIFR6MOtLO8/s1600-h/l+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Svsb3txMeqI/AAAAAAAABZo/aIFR6MOtLO8/s320/l+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402942821953731234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Si te sientes solo sabes que me puedes llamar, que ahi estare&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;necesitas&lt;/span&gt; un abrazo sabes donde me puedes buscar&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;necesitas&lt;/span&gt; de mis besos, sabes donde encontrarlos&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;necesitas&lt;/span&gt; de mi solo ven y buscame aca estoy esperandote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3815294731723120509?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3815294731723120509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3815294731723120509' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3815294731723120509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3815294731723120509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-te-sientes-solo-sabes-que-me-puedes.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Svsb3txMeqI/AAAAAAAABZo/aIFR6MOtLO8/s72-c/l+148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-5155197757543309411</id><published>2009-11-11T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:13:25.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Llegue a pensar que ya te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; dejado de amar, pero ahora poco a poco me doy cuenta que eso cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; es menos que este amor que siento por vos otra vez despacio vuelve a aumentar. Vos no sabes cada vez que te despides lo que deseo que te quedes conmigo por siempre, vos no sabes cuando me abrazas como deseo que te quedes por siempre asi tan juntitos, y tus besos que poco a poco me pueden sé que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUNCA&lt;/span&gt; te deje de amar, sé que lo que decia era para yo estar bien pero mi corazon siente el mismo sentimiento de siempre, pero ahora mas que nunca más profundo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te amo &lt;/span&gt;te amo y nunca lo deje de hacer solo lo escondida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-5155197757543309411?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5155197757543309411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=5155197757543309411' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5155197757543309411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5155197757543309411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/llegue-pensar-que-ya-te-habia-dejado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4230106948212877176</id><published>2009-11-11T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:07:51.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvsZgaSex7I/AAAAAAAABZg/DdC-WjCPpaw/s1600-h/633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvsZgaSex7I/AAAAAAAABZg/DdC-WjCPpaw/s320/633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402940222564386738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada nos puede pasar, porque los que se van de acá no son los mismos que llegaron &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viajamos para crecer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sufrimos, amamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Conocimos el amor…)&lt;/span&gt; La lucha, la entrega, la amistad y la pasión &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Nos equivocamos, nos humillamos, nos perdimos, y volvimos a encontrar el camino. Llegamos de una forma, nos vamos de otra)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos animamos&lt;/span&gt; a cuestionarnos, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a enfrentar nuestros peores enemigos&lt;/span&gt;, nosotros mismos (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A capa y espada por primera vez defendimos lo que soñamos. Soñamos lo que queremos&lt;/span&gt;) Encontramos esa respuesta que estaba flotando en el viento, y ahora sí,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; estamos listos.&lt;/span&gt; Da miedo partir y da miedo volver, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las preguntas y las respuestas dan miedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Salir de la burbuja da miedo. Saber que la vida no es una agenda llena de actividades programadas sino una hoja en blanco, da miedo)&lt;/span&gt; Pero siempre hay respuestas que siguen flotando en el viento, y con el viento vamos hacia esas respuestas y hacia más preguntas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Qué nos espera? ¿Qué nos pasará?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(¿Qué haremos con eso que nos pase?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Vamos a poder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (¿Y si no podemos? Y muchas más preguntas)&lt;/span&gt; En Alicia En El País de Las Maravillas, Alicia le pregunta al gato que camino debe tomar (El gato responde con una pregunta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“eso depende en gran parte de a donde quieras llegar”&lt;/span&gt;) “No me preocupa mucho a donde quiero llegar” le responde pícaramente Alicia al gato (El gato le responde que si no le preocupa a donde llegar poco importa entonces el camino. Porque lo sepamos o no estamos en un camino, en nuestro camino) Cuando en el último segundo de vida miremos hacia atrás veremos un camino y donde hemos llegado &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Y hacemos nuestro camino, caminando) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caminando escribimos nuestro destino&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Y cómo sigue la historia? ¿Qué paso damos&lt;/span&gt;?) Como flotando en el viento me dejo llevar. Dejó que el viento me lleve a mi nueva aventura que es mi casa (Estoy en casa) Estoy en casa (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La que volvió no es la misma que se fue&lt;/span&gt;) Él que vuelve no es el mismo que se fue (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué vamos a hacer con nuestras vidas?&lt;/span&gt;) Las respuestas están flotando en el viento, tal vez ahora más que nunca debamos dejar que el viento nos lleve a donde debamos ir, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;total nada nos puede pasar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo crecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4230106948212877176?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4230106948212877176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4230106948212877176' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4230106948212877176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4230106948212877176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/nada-nos-puede-pasar-porque-los-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvsZgaSex7I/AAAAAAAABZg/DdC-WjCPpaw/s72-c/633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3286922742793743251</id><published>2009-11-11T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:19:26.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvsOOC2YSsI/AAAAAAAABZY/6nExPmTWCvM/s1600-h/l+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvsOOC2YSsI/AAAAAAAABZY/6nExPmTWCvM/s320/l+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402927812406954690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te amo como nadie no conoció &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor antes de ti quiero entregarte mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Ser mas que tu amiga como lo puedo explicar que día y noche en mi estas&lt;br /&gt;Tengo lleno el corazón de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lo mejor de mi vida haz sido tu la mayor ilusión de tener un amor &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor de mi vida haz sido tu la mayor ilusión de tener un amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3286922742793743251?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3286922742793743251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3286922742793743251' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3286922742793743251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3286922742793743251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-amo-como-nadie-no-conocio-el-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvsOOC2YSsI/AAAAAAAABZY/6nExPmTWCvM/s72-c/l+153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-2525381551153990555</id><published>2009-11-11T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:50:20.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Svr5RSjq-WI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lMZQ0J30_wE/s1600-h/pewr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Svr5RSjq-WI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lMZQ0J30_wE/s320/pewr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402904778418878818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nunca dije que:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Me muero de amor cuando te veo.&lt;br /&gt;-Odio que me mires fijamente, porque creo que no voy a aguantar las ganas de besarte, ni el dolor que eso me produce.&lt;br /&gt;-Mi mundo se resume con tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;-Eres lo primero en lo que pienso cuando me levanto y con quien me duermo por las noches.&lt;br /&gt;-Muero de celos&lt;br /&gt;-Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;-Sos la persona que me hace mas feliz en este mundo lleno de dolor&lt;br /&gt;-Tus besos fueron lo mejor que me paso en la vida&lt;br /&gt;-Daría todo lo que tengo para que vuelvas a mi&lt;br /&gt;-Te extraño cuando hace frio&lt;br /&gt;-Te necesito para dormir&lt;br /&gt;-Te deseo con todo mi ser&lt;br /&gt;-Te queda tan lindo el pelo asi&lt;br /&gt;-Me encanta tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;-Repito tu nombre las 24 hs del día&lt;br /&gt;-Sos lo mejor y lo peor de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;-Odio no poder confesarte todo esto&lt;br /&gt;-Jamás me imagine poder llegar a quererte tanto.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Me enamoré&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-2525381551153990555?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2525381551153990555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=2525381551153990555' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2525381551153990555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2525381551153990555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/nunca-dije-que-me-muero-de-amor-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Svr5RSjq-WI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lMZQ0J30_wE/s72-c/pewr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6546892493432414661</id><published>2009-11-10T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:22:33.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvoDv0YbjdI/AAAAAAAABZI/R1eeK5_MA1U/s1600-h/ojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 81px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvoDv0YbjdI/AAAAAAAABZI/R1eeK5_MA1U/s320/ojos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402634823034179026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancer: el cangrejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;El origen simbólico de este signo es todavía un tanto oscuro, aunque puede hacer referencia al retroceso del sol en esta época del año. Cáncer es un signo que simboliza la concepción, la intuición, y la fantasía. Aunque también es cierto que los nativos de este signo pueden llegar a mostrar una cierta tendencia a encerrarse en sí mismos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-417"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planeta  que lo rige:&lt;/strong&gt; La Luna.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu Protector Espiritual&lt;/strong&gt; es el Ángel de la Protección o de la guarda. Invócale para tener confianza y regenerar tu salud. Su luz es como un manto que reemplaza el miedo por seguridad. El don es la protección.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu apóstol&lt;/strong&gt; es Andrés, el simpático hombre del  pueblo, seguidor de Juan el Bautista.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu diosa protectora:&lt;/strong&gt; Hestia,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu  hada madrina&lt;/strong&gt; es La Reina Melusina, Gobierna sobre el universo de las lluvias. Favorece los encuentros y las relaciones amorosas. Tiene poderes para hacerte atractiva y seductora.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristales afines:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIEDRA DE  LA LUNA:&lt;/strong&gt; Estimula los órganos reproductores; beneficia el sistema  digestivo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUARZO CRISTAL:&lt;/strong&gt; Ayuda a estar en sintonía con nuestra  energía; filtra la innecesaria.AVENTURINA: ¡Maravilloso  tranquilizante!, Leo: el león&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6546892493432414661?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6546892493432414661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6546892493432414661' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6546892493432414661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6546892493432414661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cancer-el-cangrejo-el-origen-simbolico.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvoDv0YbjdI/AAAAAAAABZI/R1eeK5_MA1U/s72-c/ojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1164374987962943337</id><published>2009-11-04T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:53:45.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvGxjMPzxUI/AAAAAAAABZA/KkbhlICoHBg/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvGxjMPzxUI/AAAAAAAABZA/KkbhlICoHBg/s320/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400292646335006018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they have said to me that I am strange to me, that still you remember my kisses, my I want to you, I hope that you know what is the way which it comes, thus I can volverte have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1164374987962943337?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1164374987962943337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1164374987962943337' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1164374987962943337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1164374987962943337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-have-said-to-me-that-i-am-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvGxjMPzxUI/AAAAAAAABZA/KkbhlICoHBg/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6965236267273940701</id><published>2009-11-03T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:55:40.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDfDEWd4_I/AAAAAAAABY4/ZRMWIKwiMNc/s1600-h/gatito3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDfDEWd4_I/AAAAAAAABY4/ZRMWIKwiMNc/s320/gatito3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400061197017801714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From where I come, where I go. For that reason where I am, it is not shamed to me what I am. What is my place and where I belong, which does not correspond to me and what I deserve. I am blood of my blood and I am my custom, I am my habits and codes and my uncertainties. I am my decisions and my elections, am my action, only and in the crowd. I am my cadences and my beliefs, I am my matter and my essence. I am my presence, my absence, my it brings back to consciousness, and my appearance, I am my origin. I am inheritance and my experience. I am my past and my use, and this experience is the reference, that with another unites to me and it differentiates to me, for that reason I do not ask that my way retraces steps. I will continue making bristle although it disperses to me, and that my voice bounces against the $andes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6965236267273940701?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6965236267273940701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6965236267273940701' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6965236267273940701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6965236267273940701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-where-i-come-where-i-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDfDEWd4_I/AAAAAAAABY4/ZRMWIKwiMNc/s72-c/gatito3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4348802429493712474</id><published>2009-11-03T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:42:13.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDb44VsDHI/AAAAAAAABYw/fZM3nNUg-lY/s1600-h/1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDb44VsDHI/AAAAAAAABYw/fZM3nNUg-lY/s320/1001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400057723459734642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you understand that it does not have time you are going away to give account that past, present and future is all the same. Sometimes the solution to our problems is in the future. The hope, the dreams, desires, is solutions in the future to our problems of today. And other times, the solution is in the present. But the fear or fastenings the past of the future are chains that they have to us catched. The time is relative. We can be at the same moment but in different times. Or we can be in different times at the same moment. But the true things do not have time. The true things do not have time, the love when he is true is eternal… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4348802429493712474?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4348802429493712474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4348802429493712474' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4348802429493712474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4348802429493712474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-understand-that-it-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDb44VsDHI/AAAAAAAABYw/fZM3nNUg-lY/s72-c/1001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1599851523048224821</id><published>2009-11-03T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:51:20.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDQAec4VJI/AAAAAAAABYo/1MlaCpzgS1o/s1600-h/%C3%B1l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDQAec4VJI/AAAAAAAABYo/1MlaCpzgS1o/s320/%C3%B1l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400044659809997970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it still matters to me, he is the boy who all the night dream, by him every day I cry. Dile that strange it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1599851523048224821?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1599851523048224821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1599851523048224821' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1599851523048224821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1599851523048224821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-still-matters-to-me-he-is-boy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDQAec4VJI/AAAAAAAABYo/1MlaCpzgS1o/s72-c/%C3%B1l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-9122067638221601292</id><published>2009-11-03T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:07:56.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDFxebBB8I/AAAAAAAABYg/AijcbM3-ZJQ/s1600-h/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDFxebBB8I/AAAAAAAABYg/AijcbM3-ZJQ/s320/63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400033406987864002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;volve&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you do not know whichever lack to you you do all the day I see a photo me yours and thousands of tears of my are callendo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to you&lt;/span&gt; I surprise your memories to you come day to da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Even when I am going to be without knowing? It is that I cannot thus but, I need to know it clearly in my. It is as much what I am strange to you, I cannot follow thus but. It is to me very difficult to be so single. It is that I cannot forget to me you. Nor I cannot either not understand… Because everything occurred thus… I cannot understand… Why do not bring about but your smile to my words? Why does not watch but your eyes my face? Why are closed therefore the doors of your soul? When it even is that I am going to be thus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-9122067638221601292?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/9122067638221601292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=9122067638221601292' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9122067638221601292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9122067638221601292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-love-volve-i-need-you-do-not-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvDFxebBB8I/AAAAAAAABYg/AijcbM3-ZJQ/s72-c/63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3399330937367461451</id><published>2009-11-03T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:42:18.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Es &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;el &lt;/span&gt;el motivo tan solo que tengo para sonreír&lt;/strong&gt;, tan solo &lt;strong&gt;la causa que tienen mis ojos para despertar&lt;/strong&gt;. Es &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; la sombra que cubre mi cuerpo del calor de sol, &lt;strong&gt;tan solo la sangre que logra latir sobre mi corazón&lt;/strong&gt;.Porque &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;el es todo para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; el es mi sol y mi luna,&lt;strong&gt;y en la tierra no hay hombre que se pueda comparar ni igualar&lt;/strong&gt;. Porque &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;es todo para mi , mi respirar, mi ternura&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;es el sueño de hombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que de niña una quiere tener.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt; Es el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;el remedio que cura mis noches de enfermedad, tan solo un calmante de todo lo ingrato que me hace tan mal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3399330937367461451?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3399330937367461451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3399330937367461451' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3399330937367461451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3399330937367461451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/es-el-el-motivo-tan-solo-que-tengo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-5396417209381733192</id><published>2009-11-03T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:39:59.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvC_FEsfFZI/AAAAAAAABYY/7yeCncJoAjk/s1600-h/_MG_9865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvC_FEsfFZI/AAAAAAAABYY/7yeCncJoAjk/s320/_MG_9865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400026047097804178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Después, de haber pasado por la esquina,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de haberme ahogado en la saliba,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;del largo beso del adios.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Después de haber rodado por la tierra,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y haber hurgado en tanta mierda,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;en la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;posguerra del amor.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Después de algún antes que no recuerdo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;estos labios que besan tuerto,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;de este esguince de corazón.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Después &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;alguien dijo no somos nada,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y sin embargo miren mi cara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Después de archivar &lt;i&gt;tantas ilusiones&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;después de un par de buenas canciones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he perdido mi encendedor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Después de haber nadado por tu espalda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;conocer la perdición&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Después de enviciarme con algún gesto,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de estar presto, estar siempre puesto,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de esta copa que sangra alcohol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Después alguien dijo no somos nada,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y sin embargo miren mi cara&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-5396417209381733192?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5396417209381733192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=5396417209381733192' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5396417209381733192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5396417209381733192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/despues-de-haber-pasado-por-la-esquina.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvC_FEsfFZI/AAAAAAAABYY/7yeCncJoAjk/s72-c/_MG_9865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6458127871521875408</id><published>2009-11-03T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:35:04.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvC-Dx6N-NI/AAAAAAAABYQ/e-Z3fUUjyoY/s1600-h/_MG_9865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvC-Dx6N-NI/AAAAAAAABYQ/e-Z3fUUjyoY/s320/_MG_9865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400024925363632338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;quiero lo que quiero y no paro hasta lograrlo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;si no logro mala suerte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, el no ya lo tengo. ¿Ahora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;si lo logro?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; ¿Si lo logro qué man? Para mi querer algo es como, viste cuando uno está en un desierto que lo único que quiere es agua porque se está muriendo de sed. Bueno, y esa esperanza de encontrar el agua es lo que te mantiene vivo, lo que te da ganas de seguir. En cambio si no tenes esa esperanza man, te morís muerto. La esperanza man, es tener fe en que existen los oasis. La esperanza se conserva con paciencia sabiendo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;todo llega, en su momento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. La esperanza se conserva con fe, fe en uno mismo y en la vida. La esperanza se conserva con templanza. La templanza es lo contrario a la desesperación, es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; saber esperar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, con tranquilidad, con moderación man. La esperanza se conserva usando la razón por sobre todas las pasiones man.La esperanza se conserva con ilusión y con fe, con mucha fe en que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;la vida te va a tirar ese centro que tanto necesitamos para meter el gol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6458127871521875408?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6458127871521875408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6458127871521875408' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6458127871521875408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6458127871521875408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-quiero-lo-que-quiero-y-no-paro-hasta.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvC-Dx6N-NI/AAAAAAAABYQ/e-Z3fUUjyoY/s72-c/_MG_9865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-698343278154852518</id><published>2009-11-03T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:32:42.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entiendo que todo esto no en vano&lt;/span&gt; tuvo que pasar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No fue una guerra, ni una epidemia mortal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ni nada que pudiese afectar a la humanidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pero se bien que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi historia esto va a marcar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pase unos días en los que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo veía oscuridad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mis &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;emociones se volvieron tan inestables&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que sentía que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;daba lo mismo reír que llorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en medio de tanta confusión estaba vivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Y sobraban los motivos para no dejar de luchar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Había caminado por un errado camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me estaba hundiendo en la mediocridad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Los días cada vez se parecían más,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenía todo para estar bien pero estaba viviendo muy mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siento que tengo una nueva oportunidad&lt;/span&gt;, no es fácil continuar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pero a diario conozco gente que me ayuda a mi carga sobrellevar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que con sus palabras me dan aliento cuando mi ánimo ya no quiere remar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Doy gracias a la tecnología que te trajo hasta mi hogar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No te conozco, pero la duda de cómo serás me ayuda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues después de mucho tiempo cosas agradables estoy volviendo a soñar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imagino como Será tu vos&lt;/span&gt;, tus expresiones al hablar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miro tu foto y sonrío,&lt;/span&gt; cuando mi compañía es la soledad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;La puerta de mi vida esta abierta, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando quieras podes entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mi amiga callejera, el rock mas hermoso que quería escuchar.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-698343278154852518?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/698343278154852518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=698343278154852518' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/698343278154852518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/698343278154852518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoy-entiendo-que-todo-esto-no-en-vano.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6264490956181022998</id><published>2009-11-03T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:24:01.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvC7DnAsglI/AAAAAAAABYI/WpZ8nVCtsSE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvC7DnAsglI/AAAAAAAABYI/WpZ8nVCtsSE/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400021623903126098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dile&lt;/span&gt; que lo extraño, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dile&lt;/span&gt; que vuelta&lt;/span&gt;, que con él todo era diferente. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que sin él no puedo más seguir&lt;/span&gt;, me estoy muriendo de dolor. Cada vez que lo veo viene a mi nuestro momento, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuestros recuerdos. Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dile&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; lo esperare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6264490956181022998?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6264490956181022998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6264490956181022998' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6264490956181022998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6264490956181022998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/dile-que-lo-extrano-dile-que-vuelta-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvC7DnAsglI/AAAAAAAABYI/WpZ8nVCtsSE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-7895200069554364428</id><published>2009-11-03T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:17:48.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rompo en llanto&lt;/span&gt;, pues se que todo esta decidido, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te quiero tanto &lt;/span&gt;pero no es suficiente sentirlo. Hemos intentado seguir por seguir, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sin reconocer que ya no hay mas por hacer&lt;/span&gt;, y hemos aceptado sufrir por sufrir, sin querer creer. Querido después de romper auque no soporte perderte &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;es inevitable nuestra separación&lt;/span&gt;. Y este no es momento para entender, solo hay que aceptarlo pues lejos estamos mejor. De &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;aquel amor tenemos solamente el recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;, luna sin sol creí que se a quedado desierto, en ningún momento deje de sentir de sentirte a ti. Podremos sobrevivir este rompimiento &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;se debe cumplir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;por que hay que seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-7895200069554364428?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7895200069554364428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=7895200069554364428' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7895200069554364428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7895200069554364428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/hoy-rompo-en-llanto-pues-se-que-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-8656377483698042089</id><published>2009-11-03T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:22:54.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvB00Q2dqbI/AAAAAAAABYA/6u7HwzT4DlY/s1600-h/Imagen+158-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvB00Q2dqbI/AAAAAAAABYA/6u7HwzT4DlY/s320/Imagen+158-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399944394442647986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo aquel que piense que la vida es desigual, tiene que saber que no es asi, que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;la vida es una hermosura, &lt;u&gt;hay&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;que&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;vivirla.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Todo aquel que piense que esta solo y que esta mal, tiene que saber que no es asi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que en la vida no hay nadie solo, siempre hay alguien.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no ha que llorar, que &lt;i&gt;la vida es un carnaval&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, es mas bello vivir cantando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo aquel que piense que la vida siempre es cruel, tiene que saber que no es asi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que tan solo hay momentos malos, &lt;b&gt;y todo pasa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Todo aquel que piense que esto &lt;u&gt;nunca va a cambiar&lt;/u&gt;, tiene que saber que no es asi,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que al mal tiempo buena cara, y &lt;u&gt;todo&lt;/u&gt; pasa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-8656377483698042089?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8656377483698042089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=8656377483698042089' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8656377483698042089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8656377483698042089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/todo-aquel-que-piense-que-la-vida-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvB00Q2dqbI/AAAAAAAABYA/6u7HwzT4DlY/s72-c/Imagen+158-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4150327772208448043</id><published>2009-11-03T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:15:34.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvBzNaBrCpI/AAAAAAAABX4/rxRZoe2aNHc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvBzNaBrCpI/AAAAAAAABX4/rxRZoe2aNHc/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399942627379055250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" id="caption"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;      &lt;i&gt;No hay nada peor que darse por vencido&lt;/i&gt;, aún cuando veas todo negro, &lt;b&gt;cuando no veas la salida&lt;/b&gt;, cuando creas que no vale la pena seguir creyendo en eso que creías. Seguí, cerrá los ojos bien fuerte y &lt;u&gt;tene fe.&lt;/u&gt; Porque el secreto no es una pluma o la magia, el secreto es la fe, fe en la magia. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;La fe en que tu suerte puede cambiar.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida va a poner tu fe a prueba &lt;i&gt;una y mil veces&lt;/i&gt;, solo depende de cuanta fe tengas en lo que querés, de cuanta fe tengas en vos, &lt;i&gt;de cuanta fe tengas en la vida-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4150327772208448043?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4150327772208448043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4150327772208448043' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4150327772208448043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4150327772208448043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-hay-nada-peor-que-darse-por-vencido.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvBzNaBrCpI/AAAAAAAABX4/rxRZoe2aNHc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1629137969070136491</id><published>2009-11-03T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:07:46.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Se cruzaron nuestros caminos por casualidad,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mi corazon guardo, recuerdos de los dos..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;como una herida abierta, como una ilusión!!!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1629137969070136491?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1629137969070136491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1629137969070136491' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1629137969070136491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1629137969070136491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-cruzaron-nuestros-caminos-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-511032340552709932</id><published>2009-11-03T10:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:07:14.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvBxPy8T6qI/AAAAAAAABXw/g-Nn1l7-ris/s1600-h/locuras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvBxPy8T6qI/AAAAAAAABXw/g-Nn1l7-ris/s320/locuras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399940469403937442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;es cierto qe no sabemos lo qe tenemos hasta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;qe lo perdemos, pero también es cierto qe no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sabemos lo qe nos hemos estado perdiendo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hasta qe lo encontramos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-511032340552709932?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/511032340552709932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=511032340552709932' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/511032340552709932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/511032340552709932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/es-cierto-qe-no-sabemos-lo-qe-tenemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SvBxPy8T6qI/AAAAAAAABXw/g-Nn1l7-ris/s72-c/locuras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-2653929129750160424</id><published>2009-11-01T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:29:56.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su41wcJk8_I/AAAAAAAABXo/0-h4qpngZWA/s1600-h/ojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 81px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su41wcJk8_I/AAAAAAAABXo/0-h4qpngZWA/s320/ojos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399312109570159602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Imagina&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;solo imagina&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;porque la &lt;b&gt;realidad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es &lt;u&gt;muy&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;distinta&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-2653929129750160424?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2653929129750160424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=2653929129750160424' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2653929129750160424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2653929129750160424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/imagina-solo-imagina-porque-la-realidad.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su41wcJk8_I/AAAAAAAABXo/0-h4qpngZWA/s72-c/ojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6621343261642815669</id><published>2009-11-01T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:55:59.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Son tantas noches en que yo me la paso&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4t9zSYneI/AAAAAAAABXg/umZBP2IDEYs/s1600-h/96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4t9zSYneI/AAAAAAAABXg/umZBP2IDEYs/s320/96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399303543026392546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;pensando donde estaras y si regresaras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Pero sabes que yo aqui estoy para ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;donde quiera que estes esta cancion es pra ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;TEAMO TANTO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; te amo tanto y por nada en este mundo me alejo yo de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ven vuelvo niño lindo que yo te quiero besar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ven vuelvo niño hermoso que yo te quiero abrazar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;regalame un instante quiero vovler a soñar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;viendo esos ojitos que me hacen suspirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6621343261642815669?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6621343261642815669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6621343261642815669' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6621343261642815669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6621343261642815669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/son-tantas-noches-en-que-yo-me-la-paso.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4t9zSYneI/AAAAAAAABXg/umZBP2IDEYs/s72-c/96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1983165851963585547</id><published>2009-11-01T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:53:52.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Porqe aveces te pienso, porque aveces te lloro. Porque aveces no encuentro las palabras, para decirte que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eres todo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Es que estas en&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4tUkq8L_I/AAAAAAAABXY/GQT1qv50edk/s1600-h/lagrimas+gr+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4tUkq8L_I/AAAAAAAABXY/GQT1qv50edk/s320/lagrimas+gr+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399302834728218610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt; mi mente cada vez que respiro. Porque vida, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no me importa nada cuando no estas conmigo&lt;/span&gt;. Quiero sentirte entre mis brazos,&lt;/em&gt; todavia. Enamorarme mas de vos, &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hacerte mio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1983165851963585547?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1983165851963585547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1983165851963585547' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1983165851963585547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1983165851963585547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/porqe-aveces-te-pienso-porque-aveces-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4tUkq8L_I/AAAAAAAABXY/GQT1qv50edk/s72-c/lagrimas+gr+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-8606272267073429570</id><published>2009-11-01T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:31:49.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;El, el que me pudo enamorar &lt;em&gt;con mi mejor amiga&lt;/em&gt; se &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;todo mi ser &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entristecio&lt;/span&gt;, le digo a el, el que me pudo enamorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;que en mi corazon triunfo el &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rencor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Casi destruye una bella amistad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-8606272267073429570?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8606272267073429570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=8606272267073429570' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8606272267073429570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8606272267073429570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-el-que-me-pudo-enamorar-con-mi-mejor.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6779692711785534933</id><published>2009-11-01T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:45:06.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4rW0whs7I/AAAAAAAABW4/OO66cX_iEsE/s1600-h/_MG_9831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4rW0whs7I/AAAAAAAABW4/OO66cX_iEsE/s320/_MG_9831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399300674383098802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;em&gt;Amores&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;imposibles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;les llaman por ahi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Prefiero llamarlos amores &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;lejanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6779692711785534933?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6779692711785534933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6779692711785534933' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6779692711785534933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6779692711785534933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/amores-imposibles-les-llaman-por-ahi.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4rW0whs7I/AAAAAAAABW4/OO66cX_iEsE/s72-c/_MG_9831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-9148585516208886301</id><published>2009-11-01T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:36:49.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Todo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo valioso &lt;/span&gt;en la vida &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es frágil&lt;/span&gt;, por eso es valioso. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La vida es una galería llena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4pBKZlKRI/AAAAAAAABWw/PDcyzREkfcg/s1600-h/Salones+del+Rey_077.jpg_595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4pBKZlKRI/AAAAAAAABWw/PDcyzREkfcg/s320/Salones+del+Rey_077.jpg_595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399298103212058898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de cristales&lt;/span&gt; y uno pasa por ella intentando ser un gato, hábil, sigiloso, para que nada se rompa, porque vale. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuestro cuerpo es frágil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuestro corazón es frágil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nuestra felicidad, también es frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Es un juego de equilibrista, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;es caminar sobre la cuerda sin red,&lt;/span&gt; sabiendo que un frágil movimiento nos hace caer, al vacío. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque seres tan frágiles nos creemos invencibles&lt;/span&gt;. La vida es valiosa porque es frágil, no lo entendía mi viejo, le sonaba contradictorio. Un mal movimiento o un golpecito y el cristal se resquebrajan y nos corta en mil pedazos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Una mirada, una palabra, un gesto; una noticia nos recuerda lo frágiles que somos&lt;/span&gt;. Creemos que dureza es lo opuesto a fragilidad, pero la fuerza no esta en la dureza, sino en la fragilidad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amas y al rato odias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, ¿por que un vinculo, un sentimiento puede ser tan frágil? ¿Porque es débil o porque somos demasiado rígidos? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creemos que tenemos que mostrarnos fuertes como una roca, invencibles, sólidos como un rascacielo hasta el cielo, pero los rascacielos se construyen con método y oscilación, para que se puedan mover y no sean rígidos, porque un rascacielos rígido, al más mínimo viento se derrumba.&lt;/span&gt; Y esa es tu gracia, quizás tu belleza, vos oscilas, sos suave, sos flexible, para no quebrarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-9148585516208886301?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/9148585516208886301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=9148585516208886301' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9148585516208886301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9148585516208886301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/todo-lo-valioso-en-la-vida-es-fragil.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4pBKZlKRI/AAAAAAAABWw/PDcyzREkfcg/s72-c/Salones+del+Rey_077.jpg_595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-294064670349159874</id><published>2009-11-01T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:32:51.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4orBSiHwI/AAAAAAAABWo/67lKRX68Dko/s1600-h/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4orBSiHwI/AAAAAAAABWo/67lKRX68Dko/s320/54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399297722809458434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;La realidad es un juego de espejos, yo elijo en que espejo reflejarme. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo creo que la vida nos muestra lo que elegimos&lt;/span&gt;. Es como que nos pone un espejo enfrente y nos muestra nuestros pensamientos de adentro. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo a veces me pregunto si de verdad quisiera estar enamorada&lt;/span&gt;, porque estoy sola, pero se ve que sin darme cuenta yo lo elijo.)Y no podemos decir que faltan posibilidades. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hombres en el mundo hay un montón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. La soledad es solamente una posibilidad de infinitas posibilidades.(Yo creo que uno elige lo que necesita aprender. El espejo te da una lección. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recién cuando aprendiste lo que tenías que aprender poder elegir otra cosa&lt;/span&gt;. Supongo que es ahí cuando la vida te da algo nuevo, distinto.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo creo que la vida no te da, yo creo que uno toma de la vida lo que quiere.&lt;/span&gt;(Si la vida es un espejo y nos devuelve furia, bronca, dolor ¿es porque tenemos furia, bronca y dolor?)Es una posibilidad, pero igual hay otras. (A mí me cuesta pensar que hay otras posibilidades. Con el video de recién yo pensaba, si yo veo algo así del pela con, por ejemplo, la gitana, no hubiera podido pensar que había otras posibilidades, porque me hubiera sacado, me hubiera enojado. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque para mí hay una sola posibilidad que es que me engañe. &lt;/span&gt;No hubiera podido reaccionar como Thiago. Porque si bien no le gustó el video él sabe que yo nunca le haría una cosa así y acepta otras posibilidades.)Lo que yo creo que vos queres decir es que nosotros vemos todo en el espejo de lo que nos marcó. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si, pero me harté de ese espejo, quiero otros. Me gustaría dejar de pensar que me quieren atacar todo el tiempo y pensar por ejemplo que la persona que puso el video ahí no es mala, sino que está sufriendo mucho.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nosotros elegimos la vida que queremos vivir o la vida de la que nos quejamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Es una posibilidad entre infinitas posibilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-294064670349159874?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/294064670349159874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=294064670349159874' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/294064670349159874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/294064670349159874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-realidad-es-un-juego-de-espejos-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Su4orBSiHwI/AAAAAAAABWo/67lKRX68Dko/s72-c/54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3861009837595911469</id><published>2009-10-31T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:51:35.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; dime porque decides estar tan lejos de mi, y yo muriendome aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3861009837595911469?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3861009837595911469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3861009837595911469' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3861009837595911469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3861009837595911469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/dime-porque-decides-estar-tan-lejos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4702843704585302819</id><published>2009-10-30T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:10:32.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu4qasa6TI/AAAAAAAABWg/NhJJawL8vJQ/s1600-h/las+lokss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu4qasa6TI/AAAAAAAABWg/NhJJawL8vJQ/s320/las+lokss.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398611617193322802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si fuera más guapa y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                                    un poco más lista si fuera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; especial si fuera de revista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón y preguntarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; quién eres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Te sientas enfrente y ni te imaginas que llevo por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mi falda más bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tal se inundan mis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pupilas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Y de pronto &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me miras te miro y suspiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yo cierro los ojos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tú apartas la vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Y me pongo a temblar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Y así pasan los días de lunes a viernes como las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; golondrinas del poema de Bécqer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Y de estación a estación en frente tú y yo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;va y viene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; el silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Y de pronto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me miras te miro y suspiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yo cierro los ojos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tú apartas la vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Y me pongo a temblar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Y entonces ocurre despiertan mis labios pronuncian &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nombre&lt;/span&gt; tartamudeando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Supongo que piensas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qué chica más tonta&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pero  el tiempo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se para&lt;/span&gt; y te acercas diciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Yo aún no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cada mañana rechazo el directo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y elijo este tren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Y ya estamos llegando mi vida ha cambiado un día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; especial este 11 de marzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me tomas la mano&lt;/span&gt; llegamos a un túnel que apaga la luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Te encuentro la cara gracias a mis manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;                                                                                          El último soplo de mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4702843704585302819?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4702843704585302819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4702843704585302819' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4702843704585302819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4702843704585302819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-fuera-mas-guapa-y-un-poco-mas-lista.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu4qasa6TI/AAAAAAAABWg/NhJJawL8vJQ/s72-c/las+lokss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-7894005635904706597</id><published>2009-10-30T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:07:40.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quién decide y quien le da significado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lo perfecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ser superficial para mi es solo otro defecto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el imperfecto ser humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la maquina que destruirá este mundo con sus propias manos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu38ArkWWI/AAAAAAAABWY/mcFX7dy7Q_g/s1600-h/DSCN0591-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu38ArkWWI/AAAAAAAABWY/mcFX7dy7Q_g/s320/DSCN0591-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398610819936442722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-7894005635904706597?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7894005635904706597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=7894005635904706597' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7894005635904706597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7894005635904706597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/quien-decide-y-quien-le-da-significado.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu38ArkWWI/AAAAAAAABWY/mcFX7dy7Q_g/s72-c/DSCN0591-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-4544587649876167117</id><published>2009-10-30T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:04:02.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu3KnTDYUI/AAAAAAAABWQ/zKUFnRoY2dc/s1600-h/Imagen+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu3KnTDYUI/AAAAAAAABWQ/zKUFnRoY2dc/s320/Imagen+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398609971309142338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pero no eres tu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;es solo lo que quieres ser &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para que los demas muestren un poco mas de interes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;en ti, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pero es que la sociedad es asi es triste &lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no confies en tu reflejo ni en lo que viste &lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;acomplejada, lo veo en tu mirada &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quererlo todo, todo sin tener que hacer nada &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;buscas una forma facil &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dentro de ese cuerpo se esconde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;un corazon fragil &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;se que es facil de decir para el que no lo sufre y el que no lo siente &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pero el ojo crea un espejismo que te miente. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-4544587649876167117?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4544587649876167117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=4544587649876167117' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4544587649876167117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/4544587649876167117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/pero-no-eres-tu-es-solo-lo-que-quieres.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu3KnTDYUI/AAAAAAAABWQ/zKUFnRoY2dc/s72-c/Imagen+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-8627758886467486472</id><published>2009-10-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:00:23.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la felicidad en cada rincón de la casa&lt;/span&gt;, para ver si puedo sonreír solo unos instantes,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; ya casi había olvidado como era tener una sonrisa en el rostr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;. Casi habia olvidado como hacer para dibujar aunque sea una mueca en mi rostro,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; como hacer para ser libre&lt;/span&gt;, correr y no sentirme&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; presa a un laberinto sin salida del que no puedo escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-8627758886467486472?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8627758886467486472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=8627758886467486472' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8627758886467486472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8627758886467486472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/busco-la-felicidad-en-cada-rincon-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1055116696512791327</id><published>2009-10-30T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:58:51.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu14srrpJI/AAAAAAAABWI/X56T9hzMVJI/s1600-h/100_0272_879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu14srrpJI/AAAAAAAABWI/X56T9hzMVJI/s320/100_0272_879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398608564005348498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..caminos van, caminos vienen, caminos andan y se detienen, caminos se buscan y caminos se pierden, y nuevos caminos de nuevo florecen, caminos de piedra, de lodo y abrojos, caminos de mármol, mosaicos y oro, caminos para pies descalzos, y carrosas de tesoros, caminos de ricos, caminos de pobres, caminos de hierba, caminos de robles, caminos que se cruzan con otros caminos, caminos que huyen de algunos destinos, caminos casuales, caminos planeados, caminos presentes y caminos olvidados, caminos angostos, caminos anchos, caminos cortos, caminos largos, caminos borrachos, caminos tambaleantes, caminos oscuros, caminos destellantes, caminos seguros, caminos decepcionantes, caminos bellos, caminos para olvidarse, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caminos de la vida que tienden a encontrarse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1055116696512791327?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1055116696512791327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1055116696512791327' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1055116696512791327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1055116696512791327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suu14srrpJI/AAAAAAAABWI/X56T9hzMVJI/s72-c/100_0272_879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-938316369262313323</id><published>2009-10-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:26:53.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuuuY5SGcLI/AAAAAAAABWA/oWy46rNq8Zo/s1600-h/las.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuuuY5SGcLI/AAAAAAAABWA/oWy46rNq8Zo/s320/las.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398600321050505394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No puedo comprender, y me cuesta creer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;que &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu mi amiga&lt;/span&gt;,tu ibas a enloquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabias que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo amaba&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;el era mi locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el era mio&lt;/span&gt;, mio, mio sólo mio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trampa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu me hiciste trampa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;y yo &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;creía que eras tu, mi amiga del alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;queme mis manos por ti, y ahora me toca sufrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sin darme cuenta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;caí en tu maldita trampa.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amiga traidora&lt;/span&gt;, tu no ríes, tu no lloras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;desgarraste ya mi alma, eres fría,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;silenciosa, calculadora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amiga traidora,&lt;/span&gt; no hace falta que tu ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;quieras explicar lo inexplicable de este amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ya esta hecho el daño..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;amiga traidora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sinceramente yo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiero morirme ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabiendo de que tu&lt;/span&gt;, mi amiga la traidora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;se queda con los besos, de labios que eran &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;tan &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mios&lt;/span&gt;, mios, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mios&lt;/span&gt;, solo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-938316369262313323?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/938316369262313323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=938316369262313323' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/938316369262313323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/938316369262313323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-puedo-comprender-y-me-cuesta-creer.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuuuY5SGcLI/AAAAAAAABWA/oWy46rNq8Zo/s72-c/las.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-8702561205920083525</id><published>2009-10-30T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:11:33.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuuqjP6Rx-I/AAAAAAAABV4/jZMVnbRY0bg/s1600-h/fleqi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuuqjP6Rx-I/AAAAAAAABV4/jZMVnbRY0bg/s400/fleqi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398596100876781538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Eres el amor de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; lo dice mi corazon que NO te olvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-8702561205920083525?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8702561205920083525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=8702561205920083525' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8702561205920083525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8702561205920083525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/eres-el-amor-de-mi-vida-lo-dice-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuuqjP6Rx-I/AAAAAAAABV4/jZMVnbRY0bg/s72-c/fleqi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3535735722936604585</id><published>2009-10-30T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:08:16.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suup3kynkEI/AAAAAAAABVw/OL5Wm7XSEw8/s1600-h/62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suup3kynkEI/AAAAAAAABVw/OL5Wm7XSEw8/s320/62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398595350567555138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Por ti, por ti, por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he dejado todo sin mirar atras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;aposte la vida&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me deje ganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3535735722936604585?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3535735722936604585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3535735722936604585' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3535735722936604585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3535735722936604585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-ti-por-ti-por-ti-he-dejado-todo-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suup3kynkEI/AAAAAAAABVw/OL5Wm7XSEw8/s72-c/62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-687430440867474870</id><published>2009-10-30T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:48:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuulbJhE4II/AAAAAAAABVg/o4VDD_5sg88/s1600-h/9877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuulbJhE4II/AAAAAAAABVg/o4VDD_5sg88/s320/9877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398590464163373186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;SI NO ES CONTIGO Y CON TU AMOR&lt;br /&gt;NO QUIERO NADA;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;TOMA ESTE CORAZÓN,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;LLEVALO JUNTO A TI,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DALE LA FORMA QUE TU QUIERAS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SOY TODA PARA TI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SI NO ES CONTIGO Y CON TU AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;NO TENGO NADA;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;ABRE LOS OJOS Y DESCUBRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ESTE CORAZÓN ENAMORADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-687430440867474870?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/687430440867474870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=687430440867474870' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/687430440867474870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/687430440867474870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-no-es-contigo-y-con-tu-amor-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuulbJhE4II/AAAAAAAABVg/o4VDD_5sg88/s72-c/9877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-8294049082388359416</id><published>2009-10-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:34:55.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Esta tonta se canso de tus mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser juguete de tu vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;otra de tu coleccion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No me llames para que me mandas flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;quieres que yo te perdone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Si no tienes corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se acabo tu mentira se acabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se acabo y te digo&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;basta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;basta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; basta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-8294049082388359416?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8294049082388359416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=8294049082388359416' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8294049082388359416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/8294049082388359416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/esta-tonta-se-canso-de-tus-mentiras-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3548414364062662402</id><published>2009-10-28T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:39:09.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aprendí que en esta vida existen cosas inexplicables, cosas que corren por nuestras mentes cotidianamente, mientras caminás, mientras sonreís, cuando estás con tus amigos o simplemente en el momento que apoyás tu cabeza sobre tu única e inigualable almohada y no logras conciliar el sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cuando digo inexplicable es realmente eso, no se puede explicar lo que es pensar continuamente en Él, y sentir que la desesperación no brinda ninguna salida, que el ahogo te asfixia y se instala en tu pecho sin fecha de partida, que los o&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;os arden y las lágrimas se cansaron de salir, qu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; es imposible desaloja&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; lo que llevas d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ntro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquel inexplicable sentimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3548414364062662402?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3548414364062662402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3548414364062662402' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3548414364062662402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3548414364062662402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/aprendi-que-en-esta-vida-existen-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6896492075851281179</id><published>2009-10-28T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:35:29.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SujxRuxNjEI/AAAAAAAABVY/1PAdT5yegfA/s1600-h/soll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SujxRuxNjEI/AAAAAAAABVY/1PAdT5yegfA/s320/soll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397829440318049346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por todas esas veces que estuviste para mí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todas las verdades que me hiciste ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por toda la alegría que tra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iste a mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por todos los errores q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e me hiciste corregir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da sueño que hiciste realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;todo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;el&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;amor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;encontré&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;en&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ti&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Siempre estaré agradecida cariño...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6896492075851281179?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6896492075851281179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6896492075851281179' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6896492075851281179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6896492075851281179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-todas-esas-veces-que-estuviste-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SujxRuxNjEI/AAAAAAAABVY/1PAdT5yegfA/s72-c/soll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6785226879248570690</id><published>2009-10-28T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:33:53.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sujw8DG_zFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/KdgchZ2r0Ok/s1600-h/32..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sujw8DG_zFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/KdgchZ2r0Ok/s320/32..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397829067821010002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca vio la luz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no sintió el calor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no sufrió el dolor&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no vivió el morir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;muy grande la cruz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;muy chico el honor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;enana actitud&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;de vivir mejor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Si encontrás algo más fino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que el filo de tu silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sólo entonces te amaré&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rebuscada tu respuesta tanto como tu cabeza,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tenía que ser hombre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6785226879248570690?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6785226879248570690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6785226879248570690' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6785226879248570690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6785226879248570690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/nunca-vio-la-luz-no-sintio-el-calor-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sujw8DG_zFI/AAAAAAAABVQ/KdgchZ2r0Ok/s72-c/32..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1344260351586418986</id><published>2009-10-28T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:32:08.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sujwje10vaI/AAAAAAAABVI/QCBjDNMkJx4/s1600-h/65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sujwje10vaI/AAAAAAAABVI/QCBjDNMkJx4/s320/65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397828645768445346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Siempre cinco para el peso, siempre abrazo, nunca un beso,y ahora... ni torta ni pan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ni este amor que nunca vio la luz. No sintió el calor no sufrió el dolor no vivió el morir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;muy grande la cruz muy chico el honor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, enana actitud de vivir mejor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sólo me quedan recuerdos de ese sueño momentáneo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;viejos tiempos de adicción&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. A planteos poco cuerdos al placer del desengaño a la dulce confusión.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sólo me queda el consuelo de saberme muy tranquilo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;yo ya sé que la peleé&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1344260351586418986?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1344260351586418986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1344260351586418986' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1344260351586418986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1344260351586418986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/siempre-cinco-para-el-peso-siempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sujwje10vaI/AAAAAAAABVI/QCBjDNMkJx4/s72-c/65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3696549679502260496</id><published>2009-10-28T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:29:41.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sujv8teaooI/AAAAAAAABVA/VIJGSUxSD4g/s1600-h/100_0274_880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sujv8teaooI/AAAAAAAABVA/VIJGSUxSD4g/s320/100_0274_880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827979681899138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te busque en el infinito y &lt;b&gt;en las huellas de tus labios&lt;/b&gt;, en uno de tus cigarrillos, &lt;b&gt;esperando hasta el cansancio&lt;/b&gt;.Y tu me has hechado &lt;b&gt;al olvido&lt;/b&gt; y la suerte se me escapa en un suspiro, y tu te me vas de las manos &lt;b&gt;y la vida se me rompe en mil pedazos&lt;/b&gt;.y yo... &lt;u&gt;lloro&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;por&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;ti&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;b&gt;soñando&lt;/b&gt; que lo nuestro tiene &lt;b&gt;algun remedio&lt;/b&gt;, lloro por ti &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;es que no hay forma de olvidarme de tus besos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...lloro por ti, &lt;i&gt;por que &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; de&lt;b&gt;j&lt;/b&gt;o de &lt;b&gt;p&lt;/b&gt;ensar cuanto te quie&lt;b&gt;r&lt;/b&gt;o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3696549679502260496?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3696549679502260496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3696549679502260496' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3696549679502260496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3696549679502260496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-busque-en-el-infinito-y-en-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Sujv8teaooI/AAAAAAAABVA/VIJGSUxSD4g/s72-c/100_0274_880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-2180341790488771448</id><published>2009-10-28T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:27:19.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SujvZbWWUlI/AAAAAAAABU4/9Rw36rbiHSg/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SujvZbWWUlI/AAAAAAAABU4/9Rw36rbiHSg/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827373520802386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN MI MENTE ESTAS COMO UNA ILUCION QUE SE SIENTE &lt;b&gt;DULCE, TIERNA Y NATURAL&lt;/b&gt;. PASAS EL UMBRAL DE MI INTIMIDAD LLEGAS HASTA EL FONDO DE CADA RICÓN.ME TIENES AQUI &lt;b&gt;COMO QUIERES TU&lt;/b&gt;, VIENES Y DESPLAZAS A MI SOLEDAD, &lt;b&gt;ME VAS ATRAPANDO, EN MI MENTES ESTAS PALPITANDO A MIL Y VERTE A MI LADO ES MI NECESIDAD&lt;/b&gt;. EL DEJARTE IR O DECIR ADIOS ES MORIR EN VIDA ES NEGARME A MI, QUE MI LIBERTAD SE TERMINE EN TI Y SENTIRTE CERCA DE NUEVO ES SABER QUE &lt;b&gt;TE ESTOY AMANDO&lt;/b&gt;.TU Y DE NUEVO TU DEJAS QE NAUFRAGE JUSTAMENTE EN TI Y TU &lt;u&gt;MI&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;LOCURA&lt;/u&gt;, TU ME ATAS A TU CUERPO NO ME DEJAS IR. &lt;b&gt;TU ADHERIDO AQUI&lt;/b&gt; ENTRE CADA ATOMO, ENTRE CADA CELULA VIVES TU, TODO LO LLENAS TU, QUE VIENES Y PASAS &lt;b&gt;COMO UN HURACAN&lt;/b&gt;. TU TOTAL Y PLENO TU, TE HAS VUELTO &lt;u&gt;MI&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;FUERZA&lt;/u&gt; Y MI TALISMAN. TU SILENTE Y SUTIL ENTRE CADA ATOMO ENTRE CADA CELULA &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;VIVES&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;TU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.VAS CRECIENDO EN MI &lt;i&gt;ES INEVITABLE, CAIGO EN TU MIRADA&lt;/i&gt; SOY TAN VULNERABLE. DESPRENDES LA LUZ DE CADA PALABRA, TE HAS VUELTO MI ESPADA TRAS CADA BATALLA. &lt;b&gt;DESCUBRI EL AMOR A LLEGAR A TI&lt;/b&gt;, Y CAIGO DE NUEVO EN ESTA CONFUCION QUE &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;TE ESTOY AMANDO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-2180341790488771448?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2180341790488771448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=2180341790488771448' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2180341790488771448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/2180341790488771448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-mi-mente-estas-como-una-ilucion-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SujvZbWWUlI/AAAAAAAABU4/9Rw36rbiHSg/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-9150059659974550921</id><published>2009-10-28T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:24:51.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suju1lVn3EI/AAAAAAAABUw/Gibr_tbet_Q/s1600-h/100_1124_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suju1lVn3EI/AAAAAAAABUw/Gibr_tbet_Q/s320/100_1124_1462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397826757726821442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero contarte amiga mia, la tristeza de mi corazon desahogarme con un trago quiero &lt;b&gt;EMBORRACHARME Y OLVIDAR SU AMOR&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;son tantas cosas que han pasado amiga ¿dime como hago para olvidar su cariño y despojarlo de mi corazon?&lt;/i&gt;. No te preocupes amiga mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;el no vale ni siquiera un trago&lt;/b&gt;, yo tambien eh sufrido lo mismo y aqui me tienes estoy curada, solo el tiempo cura estas penas, penas amargas que a ti te atormentan. Lo siento amiga no puedo aceptarlo &lt;b&gt;YO AUN LO AMO, NO PUEDO NEGARLO, pues lo tuyo ocurrio en el pasado Y EN MI PRESENTE LO QUIERO A MI LADO&lt;/b&gt;. Hay cantinero trae una botella que lo que quiero es brindar por el, quiero embriagarme hasta que amanesca, hay dios mio como me cuesta. Trae uno doble que me lo recuerde o un tequila para que desaparescan aquellas penas que me saben a el.&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes amiga mia el no vale ni siquiera un trago, pues &lt;b&gt;no se sigue amando a quien no te ah amado&lt;/b&gt;, yo soy tu amiga y estoy a tu lado. &lt;i&gt;Solo el tiempo cura estas penas&lt;/i&gt;, penas amargas que a ti te atormentan y ahora... brindemos, brindemos triunfar en la pena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-9150059659974550921?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/9150059659974550921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=9150059659974550921' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9150059659974550921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9150059659974550921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiero-contarte-amiga-mia-la-tristeza.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suju1lVn3EI/AAAAAAAABUw/Gibr_tbet_Q/s72-c/100_1124_1462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-9104377814861321424</id><published>2009-10-28T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:45:32.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lo siento si desconfio, no quiero que tus labios besen otros que no sean los mios. Es que la impotencia de no tenerte, no poder tenerte hace que pase los dias llorando pensando en cuando volvere a verte. Tengo miedo en el interior que estremece mi pecho, dios nos separaste en kilometros, joder yo que coño te he hecho. Si hoy mi unico deseo es que no tengamos fin, paso las noches gritando, te quiero!, debajo de mi cojin. Es tan fuerte lo que siento, inexplicale de decir no existen palabras para describir lo que tu me haces sentir. Cuando estoy sin ti, cuando estoy sin ti nada existe mi corazon estaba cerrado y tu eres el unico que lo abriste. Jure no creer en el amor para&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt; no sufrir mas de lo que sufri, y tu hiciste que creyera en todo en lo que jamas crei. Son sensaciones que nunca habia sentido y no quiero perderlas, quiero mirar el cielo contigo y contar juntos las estrellas. Creeme, si pienso que te pierdo, todo se derrumba y si te pierdo quiero que pongan tu nombre en la esquela de mi tumba. Sienteme, aunque estemos lejos el uno del otro, si miras la luna por las noches puede que veas mi rostro. Mi felicidad esta en la palma de tu mano si la dejas caer me hundire entre la arena de &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;este desierto. Te juro que luchare para estar juntos aunque sea tarde.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cuando estoy sin ti, te necesito pienso tu nombre en silencio pero por dentro lo grito. Quiero tenerte cerca y no quiero mas discusiones, no quiero, joder, no quiero que mis ojos lloren. A veces me rayo porque le tengo miedo al fin, pero es que mire hacia donde mire solo te veo a ti. No podria soportar que se terminara este cuento, se que no soy perfecta pero te juro que lo intento. Lo reconozco eres tan perfecto que te tengo envidia. Hay dias que floto y otros caigo de las nubes y que importa, si ya no tengo orgullo cambiaria mi vida por solo un segundo al lado tuyo. Prometi elevarte a las nubes y bajarte la luna te juro que a veces siento el no poder cumplir ninguna. A veces el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; sol se va por miedo y se pone a llover, si te pierdo me muero de verdad sin ti no sabria que hacer. No me imagino sin ti tampoco quiero imaginarlo mi vida no tiene valor sin tu corazon a mi lado. Un segundo sin ti, para mi es una eternidad tu eres parte de mi, las alas que me ayudan a volar. No puedes ni imaginar lo mucho que te hecho de menos, en nuestra historia de dos jamas nos podran los celos. Y el tiempo que pasa lento cual amarga infancia, quiero estar contigo sin tener que nombrar la distancia. A veces sueño en un lugar que quiza ni siquiera existe, pero ire contigo a ese lugar en el que no volvamos a estar tristes.No salgas de tu mundo, solo dejame entrar en el cualquier sentimiento se queda corto plasmado en papel. Almenos los que yo siento hacia ti no estar contigo para mi seria no existir, no ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Estamos hechos para estar juntos no separados, siento ser una loca, pero soy una loca enamorada. Separa nuestros corazones, veras que dejan de latir mi mundo esta contigo y yo pienso estar hasta el fin. Necesitaba que supieras que eres todo para mi, porque nadie me ha hecho sentir lo que tu me haces sentir. Y si, son sensaciones unicas solo tu puedes hacer que me sienta especial con solo tenerte. Lucho contra el tiempo pero el tiempo se agota, a veces creo que vivo en un mundo lleno de ilusiones rotas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cuando fui a verte hago cuenta atras para que las horas pasen y momentos antes de verte las ilusiones se deshacen. No sabes cuanta rabia contengo, me entran ganas de vomitar cuando discutimos ya nisiquiera me quieres hablar. Prefiero un te quiero de ti que mil te quieros de otras bocas, porque cuando lo dices mi corazon bombea tan fuerte que se descoloca. Firme un pacto con satanás, con este pincel si alguna vez te vas mi amor mi alma se la llevara el. Te dare, te dare lo que tu quieras la distancia no me importa si detras de los kilometros tu me esperas. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiREVUyBYI/AAAAAAAABUo/x9h0-p-Tg2k/s1600-h/mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiREVUyBYI/AAAAAAAABUo/x9h0-p-Tg2k/s320/mm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397723657033352578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-9104377814861321424?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/9104377814861321424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=9104377814861321424' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9104377814861321424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/9104377814861321424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/lo-siento-si-desconfio-no-quiero-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiREVUyBYI/AAAAAAAABUo/x9h0-p-Tg2k/s72-c/mm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1663523493812230397</id><published>2009-10-28T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:34:13.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiOdWoI1pI/AAAAAAAABUg/GYsKuKhkAm4/s1600-h/Imagen+014-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiOdWoI1pI/AAAAAAAABUg/GYsKuKhkAm4/s320/Imagen+014-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397720788344821394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No te pido que traigas flores&lt;br /&gt;tampoco que me des bombones&lt;br /&gt;yo solo quiero una caricia&lt;br /&gt;que me digas que &lt;u&gt;tu me quieres&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No te pido que te confieses&lt;br /&gt;ni que prometas ni que rezes&lt;br /&gt;yo solo quiero que me digas&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;u&gt;no hay&lt;/u&gt; mujer que mas admira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1663523493812230397?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1663523493812230397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1663523493812230397' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1663523493812230397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1663523493812230397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-te-pido-que-traigas-flores-tampoco.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiOdWoI1pI/AAAAAAAABUg/GYsKuKhkAm4/s72-c/Imagen+014-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6886683764658724221</id><published>2009-10-28T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:25:38.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como hago &lt;/b&gt;compañero &lt;b&gt;pa' decirle que no he podido olvidarloo, que por mas que lo intente sus recuerdos siempre habitan en mi mente&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;u&gt;que no puedo pasar siquiera un dia sin verlo asi seaa desde lejos&lt;/u&gt;, que siento enloquecer al verlo alegre, sonreir y no es conmigo .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiMiRlHtBI/AAAAAAAABUY/0nVDhw4a_y0/s1600-h/100_0528_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiMiRlHtBI/AAAAAAAABUY/0nVDhw4a_y0/s320/100_0528_1065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397718673866077202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo se que le falte a su amor tal vez porque ame otra ilusion, me sonreia. Y &lt;b&gt;no pense que &lt;u&gt;sin el&lt;/u&gt; en mi vida se me acabaria el mundo&lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ Yo se que estas arrepentido y duele pero &lt;u&gt;ya no eres nadie en su vida&lt;/u&gt; Ella encontro por quien vivir y el que la busques ya es un absurdo ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Y YO LE DIGOO ) &lt;b&gt;Olvidala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es facil para mi por eso quiero hablarle si es preciso rogarle que regrese a mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intentalo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que no puedo hacerlo &lt;b&gt;si por dejar sus sueños&lt;br /&gt;le cause mil heridas&lt;/b&gt; Olvidala, mejor olvidala arrancala de ti &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ya tiene otro amor&lt;/u&gt; Olvidala&lt;/b&gt;, mejor olvidala arrancala de ti ve y busca otra ilusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que no dejan los recuerdos si yo le enseñe a amar&lt;br /&gt;fui su primer amor &lt;b&gt;No salen de mi pensamiento aun el vive aqui dentro del corazon . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6886683764658724221?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6886683764658724221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6886683764658724221' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6886683764658724221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6886683764658724221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/como-hago-companero-pa-decirle-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiMiRlHtBI/AAAAAAAABUY/0nVDhw4a_y0/s72-c/100_0528_1065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-804597419648096164</id><published>2009-10-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:15:41.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiKO7JEhgI/AAAAAAAABUQ/nBNomE4sd1A/s1600-h/100_0522_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiKO7JEhgI/AAAAAAAABUQ/nBNomE4sd1A/s320/100_0522_1059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397716142402078210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se supone que por ti no sienta nada &lt;/b&gt;, que el pasado no me pesa ya. Se supone que es muy fácil repetir que bien me va, aunque muy dentro me esté muriendo. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se supone &lt;/b&gt;que mejor fue separarnos &lt;/u&gt;, que la vida debe continuar. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se supone &lt;/b&gt;que ya no me importe quién te besará&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;b&gt;esa es mi pena&lt;/b&gt; . . . &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;por suponer que te podría olvidar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. . . Me despido en el portal y me trago de un suspiro las palabras . . Tú ya tienes otro amor ,&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;yo regreso a mi dolor&lt;/u&gt; , yo no tengo nada más &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-804597419648096164?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/804597419648096164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=804597419648096164' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/804597419648096164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/804597419648096164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/se-supone-que-por-ti-no-sienta-nada-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiKO7JEhgI/AAAAAAAABUQ/nBNomE4sd1A/s72-c/100_0522_1059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-5289402352417908944</id><published>2009-10-28T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:09:10.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiIrmN9Q6I/AAAAAAAABUI/x0IfKNeb_no/s1600-h/oll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiIrmN9Q6I/AAAAAAAABUI/x0IfKNeb_no/s320/oll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397714435978380194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo no creía &lt;b&gt;yo no buscaba &lt;/b&gt;, Yo no pensaba en &lt;b&gt;el amor, &lt;u&gt;Solo quería serrar heridas de aquel amor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; que me engaño pero &lt;b&gt;aquel día yo presentía que algo distinto iba pasar, nuestro destino ya estaba escrito no nos pudimos escapar &lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Casi sin querer &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;bese tus labios&lt;/u&gt;, casi sin querer &lt;u&gt;toque tu cuerpo &lt;/u&gt;, casi sin querer &lt;u&gt;te conocí &lt;/u&gt;.La magia de tus besos la luz de tu mirada , el brillo en tu sonrisa , me atraparon hasta el alma , la magia de tus besos no puedo controlarla , &lt;b&gt;tu tienes la respuesta del amor que yo buscaba &lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-5289402352417908944?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5289402352417908944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=5289402352417908944' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5289402352417908944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5289402352417908944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/yo-no-creia-yo-no-buscaba-yo-no-pensaba.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiIrmN9Q6I/AAAAAAAABUI/x0IfKNeb_no/s72-c/oll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6962557578685241015</id><published>2009-10-28T10:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:07:17.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiIRsUm0bI/AAAAAAAABUA/mxYe_uRIMmo/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiIRsUm0bI/AAAAAAAABUA/mxYe_uRIMmo/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397713990940283314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y si nos quedara poco tiempo , &lt;u&gt;si mañana acaban nuestros días&lt;/u&gt; , y si no te eh dicho sufisiente que te adoro con la vida . Y si nos quedara poco tiempo , y si no pudiera hacerte mas el amor , si no llego a jurarte que &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;nadie puede amarte mas que yo&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;. . . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Nadie sabe en realidad que es lo que tiene hasta que enfrenta el miedo de &lt;u&gt;perderlo para siempre&lt;/u&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6962557578685241015?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6962557578685241015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6962557578685241015' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6962557578685241015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6962557578685241015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-si-nos-quedara-poco-tiempo-si-manana.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiIRsUm0bI/AAAAAAAABUA/mxYe_uRIMmo/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-5205386498980329357</id><published>2009-10-28T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:48:25.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-size: 130%;"&gt;Me enamore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;como una adolecente que busco de tu amor ser un poco querida, tambien respetada en las noches contigo busque ser amada , &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;me  equivoque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;me di cuenta que era mentira todo el amor que me dabas&lt;/u&gt; , las cosas que me ofrecias . &lt;i&gt;Y ya veras que &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sufriras&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; un día, &lt;u&gt;querras amar y encontraras mentiras&lt;/u&gt; . Y ya veras que sufriras un día, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;querras volver y ya habra otro en mi vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Hasta trate de que te des cuenta que &lt;b&gt;nunca se juega con el amor&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;u&gt;no se juega con mentiras &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-5205386498980329357?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5205386498980329357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=5205386498980329357' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5205386498980329357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/5205386498980329357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-enamore-como-una-adolecente-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-1657428926346846960</id><published>2009-10-28T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:47:27.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiDpVIWt6I/AAAAAAAABT4/y0R2EyWQFbs/s1600-h/asdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiDpVIWt6I/AAAAAAAABT4/y0R2EyWQFbs/s320/asdd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397708899473602466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;En la calle ya se dice&lt;br /&gt;que no era como soy,&lt;br /&gt;que queres si la ternura&lt;br /&gt;me broto.&lt;/i&gt; Bersuit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-1657428926346846960?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1657428926346846960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=1657428926346846960' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1657428926346846960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/1657428926346846960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/en-la-calle-ya-se-dice-que-no-era-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SuiDpVIWt6I/AAAAAAAABT4/y0R2EyWQFbs/s72-c/asdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-7123213534653209543</id><published>2009-10-28T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:43:13.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[ Estoy perdida &amp;amp; nosé que hacer ,&lt;br /&gt;sé que tengo que actuar ,&lt;br /&gt;pero me vence la timidez ,&lt;br /&gt;tú amor no me cabes en el cuerpo ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TENGO QUE ANIMARME ESTA VEZ&lt;/span&gt; ] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? 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Aunque me cueste la vida voy a dejar de adorarte y &lt;u&gt;SUFRIRAS MI PARTIDA&lt;/u&gt; no dare ya paso a tras se que al final del camino &lt;b&gt;tu culpa vas a pagar&lt;/b&gt;, ya te vere &lt;u&gt;ARREPENTIDO Y POR MI TU LLORARAS&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;b&gt;aunque me cueste la vida juro que voy a olvidarte, es esta mi despedida no te volvere a ver mas&lt;/b&gt;. En el medir de la vida es mas  &lt;u&gt;COBARDE EL QUE MIENTE&lt;/u&gt;, y me engañastes a escondidas al allarte a ti. Yo que &lt;u&gt;TE AME SIN MEDIDADAS&lt;/u&gt; y me confie por quererte, &lt;b&gt;me pagas con esta herida&lt;/b&gt;, ya no creo mas en ti &lt;b&gt;aunque me cueste la vida, juro que voy a olvidarte es esta mi despedida no te volvere a ver mas JAMÁS!.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-7154449717130008334?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7154449717130008334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=7154449717130008334' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7154449717130008334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/7154449717130008334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/fue-mi-cruz-conocerte-perder-estivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suh_C6AtlUI/AAAAAAAABTo/qRYrVvQ2LSc/s72-c/51564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-6450455124190020980</id><published>2009-10-28T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:21:25.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suh9jkBjsSI/AAAAAAAABTg/8e_GfGmY1Ys/s1600-h/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suh9jkBjsSI/AAAAAAAABTg/8e_GfGmY1Ys/s320/asd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397702203322642722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humíllate, pideme perdón llorando de rodillas, háblame, dime que sin mi tu vida no es la misma, implórame, que vuelva a besar tus labios con ternura, ruégame, que vuelva a llenar tu cuerpo de caricias. Convénceme, que no voy a arrepentirme si te quedas que ésta vez, no vas a fallarme y que lo nuestro va a marchar muy bien que de mis heridas no voy a acordarme, pensaré, que todo fue un sueño, una pesadilla. Suplícame, que tenga piedad de ti, que me conmueva el corazón. pídeme que olvide todo y pídeme otra vez perdón porque no será tan fácil que te dé otra vez mi amor. Humíllate, dime que no vales nada, que tu mundo he sido yo. Dime que te sientes solo y que te mueres de dolor. Que tu vida está vacía y necesitas de mi amor. Humíllate, siente lo que yo sentía cuando me dijiste adiós. Húndete en la soledad, en la tristeza y el dolor. Humíllate del mismo modo en que lo hice yo. Suplícame, que tenga piedad de ti, que me conmueva el corazón. Pídeme que olvide todo y pídeme otra vez perdón porque no será tan fácil que te dé otra vez mi amor. Humíllate del mismo modo en que lo hice yo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-6450455124190020980?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6450455124190020980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=6450455124190020980' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6450455124190020980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/6450455124190020980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/humillate-pideme-perdon-llorando-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/Suh9jkBjsSI/AAAAAAAABTg/8e_GfGmY1Ys/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-505351075402464029</id><published>2009-10-28T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:20:04.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Las palabras qe custodian al miedo ya se van a callar, en los libros qe nunca lei, tal vez, te deba busqar. Y tu voz mi amor, todavia a veces suena como un rio sin fe. Y en la multitud una luz de alcohol me dejaria sin ley. Y por favor escuchame si qeres, esta vez , porqe necesito verte bien, sin tus manos voi cayendo sin red, en esta cuerda de humo i un momento en esta eternidad, esto va mas alla, como mi alma se vuelve a iluminar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SI NO FUERA PORQUE VOS ESTAS YO NO ESTARIA ACA&lt;/span&gt;. Desde tus ojos se ve mucho mas!. Los afiches a la barra siniestra ya no le sirven mas, i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOS TESTIGOS FALSOS DE LA INJUSTICIA YA LA VAN A PAGAR &lt;/span&gt;.Pero tu voz mi amor, todavia a veces, suena como un rio sin fe i en la multitud una luz de alcohol me dejaria sin ley i por favor escuchame si qeres, esta vez, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PORQUE NECESITO VERTE BIEN, SIN TUS MANOS VOI CALLENDO SIN RED&lt;/span&gt;, el marco se qeda mudo y un momento en esta eternidad esto va mas alla como mi alma se vuelve a iluminar, si no fuera porqe vos estas yo no estaria aca. Misterio, tiempo, verdad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESDE TUS OJOS SE VE MUCHO MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-505351075402464029?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/505351075402464029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=505351075402464029' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/505351075402464029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/505351075402464029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/las-palabras-qe-custodian-al-miedo-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8285302532482969083.post-3518692261861281386</id><published>2009-10-27T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:37:17.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SueSM2mTp3I/AAAAAAAABTY/TlF6DLpMR8A/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SueSM2mTp3I/AAAAAAAABTY/TlF6DLpMR8A/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397443427939100530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="caption"&gt;      &lt;i&gt;Necesito escucharte,&lt;br /&gt;necesito &lt;u&gt;verte&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;necesito tu olor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;necesito tenerte&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;necesito &lt;b&gt;besarte&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;necesito gritarte que &lt;u&gt;te quiero&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;necesito tocarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;necesito necesitarte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me juego la vida &lt;/b&gt;que es todo una calesita, &lt;b&gt;todo gira y volvemos al lugar de partida&lt;/b&gt;, a ese comienzo que tanto temo. &lt;u&gt;Quiero que vuelvas&lt;/u&gt;, que vengas acá. &lt;b&gt;Quiero&lt;/b&gt; hacerte entender que &lt;u&gt;necesito&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;ayudarte&lt;/b&gt; aunque te cierres. &lt;i&gt;Eres mi estrella, mi sol.&lt;/i&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8285302532482969083-3518692261861281386?l=qieroqieroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3518692261861281386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8285302532482969083&amp;postID=3518692261861281386' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3518692261861281386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8285302532482969083/posts/default/3518692261861281386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qieroqieroo.blogspot.com/2009/10/necesito-escucharte-necesito-verte.html' title=''/><author><name>Solceete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399864815945308029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SnCmD-m4p4I/AAAAAAAAA8s/LYg6q7SZbSs/S220/dd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iNxHO0GFj-8/SueSM2mTp3I/AAAAAAAABTY/TlF6DLpMR8A/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
