<?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-4131976355733737136</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:02:23.549-07:00</updated><category term='&quot;Maia Q&quot;'/><category term='noche'/><category term='deseo'/><category term='tiempo'/><category term='naranjo'/><category term='tristeza'/><category term='año nuevo'/><category term='dudas'/><category term='bichito'/><category term='2010'/><category term='olimpia'/><category term='etc'/><category term='amor'/><category term='cerro'/><category term='triste'/><category term='facultad'/><category term='&quot;copa libertadores&quot;'/><category term='feliz'/><title type='text'>PEDALEANDO MAL</title><subtitle type='html'>"te mereces abrigos que hoy no tengo, mientras los tejo guarda esta canción"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-2922267901183558924</id><published>2011-06-14T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:39:36.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facultad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Maia Q&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dudas'/><title type='text'>PELEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mcZR8mCGrQ/Tfg3VmYEtRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KEU-sH7RnGI/s1600/felicidad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mcZR8mCGrQ/Tfg3VmYEtRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KEU-sH7RnGI/s320/felicidad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618301379362993426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace mucho no me hacías escribir.. Sabés?&lt;br /&gt;Te he dejado de lado.. Y no he pensado en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Te sentiste olvidada y volviste mas fuerte.. más rabiosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Me golpeaste con fuerza.. y no lo niego me hiciste caer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero te tengo un nuevo cuento.. Señorita.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo algo que decir&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tengo 16, ni 17..&lt;br /&gt;No por los años, pues no estoy lejos de ahi.&lt;br /&gt;Solo que hoy estoy en otro sitio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Aprendiendo a vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Si bien llegas a veces con tus labios endulzados trayendome la duda&lt;br /&gt;Vendiendome salidas como falsa ayuda.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que sin una pelea no me voy a dejar morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Y te hablo a vos mujer del universo, a vos dueña del viento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Golpeame! porque me voy a levantar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;No me vas a vencer, a menos que me llegue mi final..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida vida! Madre y Señora&lt;br /&gt;A veces dulce, en otras llora&lt;br /&gt;Me estas enseñando? OK lo aprendo.&lt;br /&gt;Te estas riendo? OK lo acepto.&lt;br /&gt;Pero escucha, porque te advierto.&lt;br /&gt;No te confíes porque hoy no puedo..&lt;br /&gt;Mejor preocupate.. Porque mañana puedo empatarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-2922267901183558924?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/2922267901183558924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=2922267901183558924' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/2922267901183558924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/2922267901183558924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2011/06/pelea.html' title='PELEA'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mcZR8mCGrQ/Tfg3VmYEtRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KEU-sH7RnGI/s72-c/felicidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-4405843065461554327</id><published>2011-04-20T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:54:54.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olimpia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cerro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;copa libertadores&quot;'/><title type='text'>HAY RAZONES PARA CREER EN UN MUNDO MEJOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlnvPpxo0CM/Ta8PvmOqWQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WNm5yV0nC2s/s1600/CERROPORSUE%25C3%2591O.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlnvPpxo0CM/Ta8PvmOqWQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WNm5yV0nC2s/s320/CERROPORSUE%25C3%2591O.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597710172235127042" 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/4131976355733737136-4405843065461554327?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4405843065461554327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=4405843065461554327' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/4405843065461554327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/4405843065461554327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2011/04/hay-razones-para-creer-en-un-mundo.html' title='HAY RAZONES PARA CREER EN UN MUNDO MEJOR'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VlnvPpxo0CM/Ta8PvmOqWQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/WNm5yV0nC2s/s72-c/CERROPORSUE%25C3%2591O.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-492511654368312686</id><published>2010-10-26T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:23:17.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carozzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TMdip4qxSqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AeRiwRWBMWA/s1600/eNRImELI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TMdip4qxSqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AeRiwRWBMWA/s320/eNRImELI.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532499138973878946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me encanta ver en tu mirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;todo lo que puede pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para creer, que puedo dar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para soñar.. comenzarte a amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sentir sin intención, que en cada momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; tú estás.&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/4131976355733737136-492511654368312686?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/492511654368312686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=492511654368312686' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/492511654368312686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/492511654368312686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2010/10/carozzi.html' title='Carozzi'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TMdip4qxSqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AeRiwRWBMWA/s72-c/eNRImELI.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-7717011445451748415</id><published>2010-08-11T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:07:11.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TGNyey9WsxI/AAAAAAAAADM/1VBNFRj2Hpc/s1600/DSC01920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TGNyey9WsxI/AAAAAAAAADM/1VBNFRj2Hpc/s320/DSC01920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504369042977633042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todos os desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todas as lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me perguntam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Como está você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As noites na cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A dor e a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me perguntam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sempre por você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Outro dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pra encontrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Outro inverno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que parou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nessa estação &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Se vai voltar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O tempo irá dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tudo mudou aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sem você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu tento ver em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Você de novo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sempre tão longe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Perto de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-7717011445451748415?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7717011445451748415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=7717011445451748415' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/7717011445451748415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/7717011445451748415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2010/08/todos-os-desejos-todas-as-lembrancas-me.html' title=''/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TGNyey9WsxI/AAAAAAAAADM/1VBNFRj2Hpc/s72-c/DSC01920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-8288323779487827938</id><published>2009-12-30T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:03:00.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='año nuevo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bichito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>A contratiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Se acaba el año, la gente corre y corre más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Estoy parada en medio de todos, acompañada por mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bichito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; guardián.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Estoy parada como si no pudiera volar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Tengo miedo, miedo de lo que va comenzar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Me asusta no saber que va pasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;El año se va, el año se va.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Las cosas que quedaron también se quieren marchar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;El "yo nunca" empieza a temblar. Lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; que espero es poderme casar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;No de blanco, ni en papeles.. Sino casar de alma, entre laureles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Me pregunto, si la gente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tendrá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; tiempo para pasteles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;El 2010 acecha, los relojes se aceleran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Búscame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; amor, una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;casita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Donde el tiempo no tenga cabida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Donde entre besos me pase el día, y sin avisarme me lleve un día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;A donde todos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; día llegan. Y de donde nadie.. nadie se va. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-8288323779487827938?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8288323779487827938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=8288323779487827938' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8288323779487827938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8288323779487827938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2009/12/contratiempo.html' title='A contratiempo'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-7334436370679046739</id><published>2009-10-05T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:56:20.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDES AMORES Y GRANDES RIESGOS</title><content type='html'>Paso el tiempo buscando momentos, no para que queden. Sino para que fluyan, para sentirlos, amarlos, tenerte, quererme, mirarte, sonreirme.. Buscar aún lo que siempre encuentro de vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo muchas cosas, todas son tuyas..  porque me las das tú.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo lo que nadie,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque nadie busca lo que yo tengo&lt;br /&gt;En este mundo absurdo&lt;br /&gt;Hay mucha gente absurda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mira y pasa&lt;br /&gt;Y no sabe como va&lt;br /&gt;Que cree saber que quiere&lt;br /&gt;Y al final su querer era superficial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estoy de acuerdo, ni nunca lo estaré&lt;br /&gt;Con cosas vacías, que se puedan romper&lt;br /&gt;Y con esto no niego, que se pueda romper tambien un corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero a diferencia de alfarería,&lt;br /&gt;Seguirá lleno lo que se partió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Los grandes amores y los grandes logros, requieren grandes riesgos" Dalhai Dama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-7334436370679046739?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7334436370679046739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=7334436370679046739' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/7334436370679046739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/7334436370679046739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2009/10/grandes-amores-y-grandes-riesgos.html' title='GRANDES AMORES Y GRANDES RIESGOS'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-8806987131102290695</id><published>2009-09-09T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:55:20.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>"somos tan complejas las personas que a veces necesitamos sentir que nos falta lo que más amamos para amarlo mejor.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-8806987131102290695?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8806987131102290695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=8806987131102290695' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8806987131102290695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8806987131102290695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-418989607283001513</id><published>2009-08-24T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:03:25.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ahí va el amor verdadero, que es aquel que necesita. Me despido de esas ideologías amorosas que pretendan separarme de ti. El amor verdadero es sentir, es vivir, es acariciar, es quedarte mirándolo un ratito... fijarte y preguntarte.. Que tiene para que lo ame así?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Amor no es amar de lejos, ni desear que sea feliz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Amor es quedarte cerca y hacerlo feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si bien, podemos caer muchas veces en la desgracia de ¨amar¨ al lejano, me parece que confundimos la tristeza con amor... aunque, con esto no niego que el amor, puede en un proceso desfavorable transformarse en tristeza y melancolía, cuando uno de los 2 protagonistas decide no renovar el contrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4131976355733737136-418989607283001513?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/418989607283001513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=418989607283001513' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/418989607283001513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/418989607283001513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor.html' title='amor?'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-8880810833460018383</id><published>2009-03-19T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:53:56.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a veces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a veces estas a mi lado..&lt;br /&gt;al costado&lt;br /&gt;adentro&lt;br /&gt;afuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces enamorado, &lt;br /&gt;o enojado,&lt;br /&gt;distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces te quiero besar&lt;br /&gt;te quiero morder&lt;br /&gt;o te quiero golpear..&lt;br /&gt;te quiero abrazar&lt;br /&gt;te quiero atrapar...&lt;br /&gt;quiero aprisionarte..&lt;br /&gt;quiero enamorarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero que nunca me dejes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces estas a lado, pero no se si estas conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-8880810833460018383?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8880810833460018383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=8880810833460018383' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8880810833460018383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8880810833460018383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2009/03/veces.html' title='a veces'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-950958067577283693</id><published>2009-02-01T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:40:39.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;....hace bastante que quiero escribir, y mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inspiración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; está de vacaciones....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-950958067577283693?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/950958067577283693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=950958067577283693' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/950958067577283693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/950958067577283693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2009/02/seca.html' title='seca'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-4225345725714980521</id><published>2008-12-28T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:32:13.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alicia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;brújula y equilibrio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Una tarde en un cine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rompiste el maleficio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;y otro mundo es posible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alicia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;emprendamos el vuelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No habrá quien nos detenga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;señora de mis cielos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;boca de hierbabuena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Si un día amanece sin mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alicia es capaz de exigir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que los astros se detengan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que reparen en mi ausencia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que regresen por mí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alicia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;si hoy estás cansada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;se detendrán mañana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;los relojes, las calles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;las marchas militares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alicia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dueña de mis suspiros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;resuelve el acertijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que supone estar lejos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de tu luz y estar cuerdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A veces no puedo dormir, Alicia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;y sé que te vas a reír &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pero ando loco buscando la melodía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que te congele en mi abrazo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que te retenga a mi lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alicia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Alicia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia- Ismael Serrano&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/4131976355733737136-4225345725714980521?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/4225345725714980521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=4225345725714980521' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/4225345725714980521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/4225345725714980521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/alicia-brjula-y-equilibrio.html' title=''/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-8595615189556905612</id><published>2008-12-18T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:30:52.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIESTAS</title><content type='html'>Hoy quiero proponer... brindar...&lt;br /&gt;Por todo eso que queda atrás!&lt;br /&gt;Por lo bebible, amable, y alegre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; de felicidad y tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero brindar por vos y tu manera de hacerme soñar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero brindar por los que a diferencia de mi, no quieren beber..&lt;br /&gt;Porque aún esperan ver.. lo que no va volver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si en el silencio de su paciencia su conciencia les dice ALTO!&lt;br /&gt;Brindaré aún mas por ellos y por el vuelo de sus zapatos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-8595615189556905612?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8595615189556905612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=8595615189556905612' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8595615189556905612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8595615189556905612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2008/12/fiestas.html' title='FIESTAS'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-9123391862773412048</id><published>2008-11-12T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:30:21.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz'/><title type='text'>El Rey Pedro Enrique</title><content type='html'>SUPER FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA EL REY MAS PODEROSO, PRECIOSO, Y TODO LO BUENO QUE TERMINE EN OSO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-9123391862773412048?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/9123391862773412048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=9123391862773412048' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/9123391862773412048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/9123391862773412048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2008/11/el-rey-pedro-enrique.html' title='El Rey Pedro Enrique'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-8208270758985314516</id><published>2008-09-20T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:28:48.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deseo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naranjo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>La musa nocturna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu amiga que te ayuda, hace que mi amor crezca mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Es notable, pues, el sol se esconde y parece que salen libres todos esos sentimientos, esas ganas de abrazarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;De noche tu piel es mucho mas blanca, tus labios mas lindos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y no es que sea necesario que el sol se esconda para que sienta yo todo esto. Solo digo, que cuando el sol se esconde creo, que todo su tamaño y todo su calor, invaden mi corazón, preparado para brindarte amor,  mientras la luna lo reemplaza en su tarea de cuidar al mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-8208270758985314516?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8208270758985314516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=8208270758985314516' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8208270758985314516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8208270758985314516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-musa-nocturna.html' title='La musa nocturna'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-6188446214223075490</id><published>2008-09-02T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:38:50.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la sombra temporal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Tanta tranquilidad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Tanto equilibrio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Tanta sonrisa, como que me dio dolor de estomago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Es como cuando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tenés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;taanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;, pero tanta hambre, que al final comes... y resulta que te duele la panza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Ni siquiera sabes porque! si lo que mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;querías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; en el mundo era comida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Probablemente... es solo la añoranza del dolor del hambre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Y confundo la satisfacción con malestar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; de todo sostengo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sos mi felicidad. sos parte de mi única verdad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sos mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bicho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4131976355733737136-6188446214223075490?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/6188446214223075490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=6188446214223075490' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/6188446214223075490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/6188446214223075490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-sombra-temporal.html' title='la sombra temporal'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-8731178109424417864</id><published>2008-08-09T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:52:07.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>observandote en silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;....el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt; vidrio del ventanal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no era capaz de devolverme a la realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando un viernes vi a mi pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pasar la pelota y disfrutar el presente...&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/4131976355733737136-8731178109424417864?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8731178109424417864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=8731178109424417864' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8731178109424417864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8731178109424417864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2008/08/observandote-en-silencio.html' title='observandote en silencio'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-8847751946021479910</id><published>2008-08-04T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:46:11.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bichito'/><title type='text'>El ladrón de sonrisas y protector de alegrías</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eras aquel...  que siempre estuvo en graderías, mirando las jugadas de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eras ese que, cuando mas pasaban los minutos del partido, mas se acercaba silenciosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eras el que sentado en su ciudad, conquisto mi mirada, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;escribió&lt;/span&gt; la letra de su canción en hojas secas, las envolvió en flores, le pidió al viento que las traslade hasta donde la lluvia las abrace, y las proteja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guiandolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  hasta mi ventana una  noche de invierno, mucho tiempo después.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sos el mismo de siempre, con diferencias del ahora, de tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;posición&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sos el que, llega una determinada hora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nocturna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;envía&lt;/span&gt; sus cartas con lechuza, y escribe una mágica historia en mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sos como sos, siendo siempre vos.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haciéndote&lt;/span&gt; parte de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Serás, tal vez la sonrisa, como respuesta a la llegada de un recuerdo, mucho tiempo mas adelante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Serás, probablemente, una de las estrellas de mi noche favorita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Serás, el recuerdo intocable de un 26 de julio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Serás, el culpable de una falta penal, toda tu vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y serás el protagonista de la mejor parte de la mía&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/4131976355733737136-8847751946021479910?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/8847751946021479910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=8847751946021479910' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8847751946021479910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/8847751946021479910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2008/08/el-ladrn-de-sonrisas-y-protector-de.html' title='El ladrón de sonrisas y protector de alegrías'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4131976355733737136.post-7459757160214636261</id><published>2008-07-08T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:56:18.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Ojalá que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; para que no las puedas convertir en cristal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá que la lluvia deje de ser milagro que baja por tu cuerpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá que la luna pueda salir sin tí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá que la tierra no te bese los pasos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá se te acabé la mirada constante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; la palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; en todos los segundos, en todas las visiones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; ojalá que no pueda tocarte ni en canciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá que la aurora no dé gritos que caigan en mi espalda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá que tu nombre se le olvide a esa voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá las paredes no retengan tu ruido de camino cansado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Ojalá que el deseo se vaya tras de tí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; a tu viejo gobierno de difuntos y flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ojala-Silvio Rodriguez&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/4131976355733737136-7459757160214636261?l=emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/feeds/7459757160214636261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4131976355733737136&amp;postID=7459757160214636261' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/7459757160214636261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4131976355733737136/posts/default/7459757160214636261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emocionesconstantes.blogspot.com/2008/07/ojala.html' title='Ojala'/><author><name>meli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16164827551933677480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OW3TwHPwSSQ/TJ1yE2Z9C0I/AAAAAAAAADc/WjvEer6JS8Y/S220/DSC09048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
