<?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-2984054187859970761</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:47:01.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando las letras se unen</title><subtitle type='html'>letras</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-6603456977804056120</id><published>2011-04-11T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:21:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vi tu rostro detrás de la lluvia y sin pensarlo me enamore, esa noche pensé en robarte el primer beso de amor, pero en mi sueño no fue así tome tu cuerpo a la fuerza, saboree el néctar de tu boca y tome el veneno de tu piel, marchite tu sonrisa con mis carisias, te hice llorar por tener tus encantos, deje que mi pasión me ganara y el amor que sentía se marchara, cometí los peores pecados pero la noche no dura tanto para matarte y no verte mañana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-6603456977804056120?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/6603456977804056120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=6603456977804056120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/6603456977804056120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/6603456977804056120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2011/04/vi-tu-rostro-detras-de-la-lluvia-y-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-620079550634122566</id><published>2011-04-11T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:13:39.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camino por las calles mostrando la cara, Respiro porque estoy vivo, Hablo por qué me escuchan Mi corazón late porque tengo vida, Pero no soy yo el que está dentro, Me perdí hace mucho, El viento me anuncia qué la vida sigue Pero yo me quede muy atrás En mis recuerdos muriendo lento, Vivo por qué respiro, porque saboreo, Por que toco; Pero no ciento placer alguno, No vivo en este cuerpo, Me siento perdido y no me encuentro, Las sombras no me dejan ver, Vivo porque estoy aquí frente al espejo Y porque veo las líneas que dejo en este papel, Lleno de lágrimas y letras para ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-620079550634122566?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/620079550634122566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=620079550634122566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/620079550634122566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/620079550634122566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2011/04/camino-por-las-calles-mostrando-la-cara.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-1610440785177455876</id><published>2010-08-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:20:33.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anoche soñé contigo que encantadora pesadilla vivos en esa cama, te podría describir cada detalle, cada caricia, cada beso, cada lágrima, pero no puedo soportar que lo leas, tal vez sólo me escuches, imagíname a tu lado, mi boca muy junto a tu oído, escucha bien lo que paso esa noche. Entramos a un cuarto con la luz de la luna, muy tenue, se respiraba amor, en el fondo una cama con sabanas de seda, blancas y cálidas, una vela al pie de un sillón gris comido por polillas, en el balcón un gran arreglo de rosas negras, un tocador con piezas de plata y una luz muy bajita, el piso estaba lleno de hojas secas, el cuarto parecía abandonado y viejo, te abrase y tú te aferraste a mí como un naufrago a un pedazo de madera, te bese muy delicadamente, mis manos experimentaron una delicia al tocar tú cuerpo, te contoneabas al ritmo de mi corazón, ya estabas ahí en la cama mirándome, mi cuerpo temblaba de emoción, pasión, deseo; mis manos se volvieron  fanáticas de tu piel, empecé por tocar tu cuello, mientras mi labios disfrutaban de los tuyos, más abajo la redondez de tus pechos me hicieron enloquecer , eran tan delicados, tan suaves, muy jugoso, que no pude evitar besarlos morderlos hacerlos míos, tu cintura y tu vientre me dieron la oportunidad de regalarte mis mejores caricias, los mejores besos de mi ser ,llegue a tus piernas sedosas y cálidas, mis labios chocaron con el cáliz que me ofrecía tu cuerpo y no dude en tomar el veneno expuesto ante mí, en un par de besos más ya estabas ante mi desnuda de cuerpo y alma, me extasié al verte, eres tan perfecta, tu aroma me hizo volar, mis demonios empezaron a salir, no sabias lo que podía ocurrir, deje que mis manos complacieran tus deseos, te deje disfrutar de lo que tu llamas hacer el amor, tu placer me excitaba y tu llegabas, tu sudor en la piel me alarmaba, sentía explotar pero me contenía, te di lo mejor de mí, aprendí a sentir como tú lo hacías, pero al verte tan exquisita no pude  más, el cuarto dio un vuelco, tu mundo rosa se fue y llego el mío , el calor y el fuego gobernaban, te hice el amor como yo quise, te poseí, tus lagrimas  y tu dolor eran mi placer, tu soledad interna era mi satisfacción , así es como te amo, no me culpes mi mente está llena perversiones, no me culpes, ahora disfrutamos tu a tu manera yo a la mía, y  te pregunto ahora, ¿quieres hacer el amor conmigo?, ¿quieres disfrutar de mi mundo? ¿O solo quieres estallar en la cama como una persona ordinaria?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-1610440785177455876?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/1610440785177455876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=1610440785177455876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1610440785177455876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1610440785177455876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2010/08/anoche-sone-contigo-que-encantadora.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-7402976360826362384</id><published>2010-06-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:04:26.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengo frio, y tú no estás aquí,&lt;br /&gt;Apagaste mi infierno y me dejaste tu cielo&lt;br /&gt;Frio, solitario y nostálgico,&lt;br /&gt;Está nublado mi corazón y mi luna&lt;br /&gt;No aparece por ningún lado,&lt;br /&gt;Estoy temblando, no sé qué hacer,&lt;br /&gt;Busco debajo de mi almohada,&lt;br /&gt;Mi pasión, lujuria, deseo&lt;br /&gt;Mi calor, mi felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;Estoy sufriendo con lo que me das&lt;br /&gt;Me acostumbre a siempre robar&lt;br /&gt;A poseer a la fuerza,&lt;br /&gt;A robar lo que me hacía falta,&lt;br /&gt;Esa caricias, besos,&lt;br /&gt;Fue más placentero, ahora ya no lo quiero,&lt;br /&gt;No pretendía escuchar que tú&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me amas sin piedad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-7402976360826362384?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/7402976360826362384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-310851326842058248</id><published>2010-06-28T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:02:25.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sueño con la droga de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;Muero por un poco de esa dosis,&lt;br /&gt;La noche que es mi cómplice&lt;br /&gt;Me ayudara a entrar por tu ventana;&lt;br /&gt;Dormida estas y no me veras,&lt;br /&gt;Robare de tus pechos lo que quiero,&lt;br /&gt;Consumiré lo que necesito y más,&lt;br /&gt;No tomo importancia a tu sufrir,&lt;br /&gt;No soy la persona que conociste en aquel café,&lt;br /&gt;Estoy a merced de mis pasiones,&lt;br /&gt;De mis demonios, de mi placer,&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche tu cuerpo me pertenece,&lt;br /&gt;Y no puedes contra eso,&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche tu mueres y yo&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a renacer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-310851326842058248?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/310851326842058248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=310851326842058248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/310851326842058248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/310851326842058248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2010/06/sueno-con-la-droga-de-tu-cuerpo-muero.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-2664904616150554270</id><published>2010-06-14T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:51:13.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;El amor es considerado una bendición,&lt;br /&gt;Para otros una maldición,&lt;br /&gt;Muchos no lo conocen,&lt;br /&gt;Varios lo siguen esperando en la banqueta,&lt;br /&gt;Yo lo intento encontrar entre mis líneas;&lt;br /&gt;Sin dejar a un lado que el amor&lt;br /&gt;Existe aunque nadie sepa que es,&lt;br /&gt;A donde esta o quien lo traerá,&lt;br /&gt;Mañana cuando pase por tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;Ahí va a estar solo porque quiero,&lt;br /&gt;Pero después y como siempre desaparecerá,&lt;br /&gt;No debería hablar de este tema,&lt;br /&gt;Esta palabra que a muchos confunde y&lt;br /&gt;Los vuelve vulnerables,&lt;br /&gt;Yo que defiendo el desamor,&lt;br /&gt;La pasión, la lujuria,&lt;br /&gt;Me veo aquí sentada frente al infierno&lt;br /&gt;Pensando en ti, amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-2664904616150554270?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/2664904616150554270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=2664904616150554270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Busco amor, eso es todo,&lt;br /&gt;busco caminado por las calles&lt;br /&gt;por de bajo de  cada puente,&lt;br /&gt;busco en el café de la esquina&lt;br /&gt;y en el sótano de la vecina,&lt;br /&gt;lo busco en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;y en mi infierno,&lt;br /&gt;no lo encuentro  y me da miedo,&lt;br /&gt;busco el amor que no me diste&lt;br /&gt;y que yo te robe,&lt;br /&gt;sigo caminando, buscando algo que se, no encontraré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-5037521694739797177?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/5037521694739797177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-3393150660301789081</id><published>2010-05-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:48:53.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Otra vez estoy aquí,&lt;br /&gt;Viendo cómo llega y ordena su café,&lt;br /&gt;Veo su vestimenta,&lt;br /&gt;Adoro ver su escote,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pasa de dos botones abiertos,&lt;br /&gt;No importa, me excita;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino cómo puede ser aquello que no está a mi alcance,&lt;br /&gt;La sangre me hierve, me hace explotar,&lt;br /&gt;Su sensualidad inspira mis más bajos pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;Juegas conmigo y lo sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que tomas esa mesa frente a la mía,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me sonríes delicadamente,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando cruzas la pierna&lt;br /&gt;Y te dispones a contemplar el periódico;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no puedo hacer nada ante eso,&lt;br /&gt;Juro solemnemente no renunciar&lt;br /&gt;A mi lujuria, a los demonios&lt;br /&gt;Que me acompañan, a lo que pienso y siento,&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres mi pecado&lt;br /&gt;Y yo el mártir que lucha por no besarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-3393150660301789081?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/3393150660301789081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=3393150660301789081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cambiando mí filosofía aun te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Cambiando mu rumbo aun te sigo,&lt;br /&gt;No puedo, ni quiero librarme de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Camino sin rumbo pero tú estas ahí,&lt;br /&gt;Me siento extasiada por ver tu rostro,&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo enamorada al verte pasar,&lt;br /&gt;No sé qué me pasa y escribo estas líneas,&lt;br /&gt;Tan cursi me escucho como ninguna,&lt;br /&gt;Mis líneas se vuelven rosas gracias a ti,&lt;br /&gt;No sé si es bueno pero me agrada sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Me extrañan mis demonios, mis retorcidos&lt;br /&gt;Sueños,&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora solo tengo ángeles y dulces pensamientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-1888651508999695971?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-1568574778473534719</id><published>2010-04-13T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:35:40.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La dulce noche alumbro mi infierno&lt;br /&gt;Permitió que mi sueño fuera eterno,&lt;br /&gt;La obscuridad me ayuda a olvidar tú figura&lt;br /&gt;La luna me aclama tú vida robada,&lt;br /&gt;Mi desnudez alimenta la maldad descrita,&lt;br /&gt;Sus ojos rojos de lujuria&lt;br /&gt;Impacientan mi locura atormentada,&lt;br /&gt;Camino sobre fuego y no siento dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Lloras esperando comprensión,&lt;br /&gt;No pidas ternura ni amor&lt;br /&gt;Menos dulzura y compasión,&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos no ven lo que pasa a tú alrededor,&lt;br /&gt;No es una noche de amor&lt;br /&gt;Estamos aclamando los rituales&lt;br /&gt;Sádicos que un poeta escribió.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-1568574778473534719?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/1568574778473534719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=1568574778473534719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1568574778473534719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1568574778473534719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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la dueña de ese camino&lt;br /&gt;No me deja responder a mis instintos&lt;br /&gt;Solo me arrastra a sus encantos,&lt;br /&gt;Ayúdame a salir de mi angustia&lt;br /&gt;Y dejar un poco mi caos,&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo ayúdame te lo pido,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tal vez logre correr&lt;br /&gt;Y te deje, y no podrás abrazarme&lt;br /&gt;Y moriré porque nunca lo evitaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-1955136177509887705?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/1955136177509887705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=1955136177509887705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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que hago siempre mal?&lt;br /&gt;¿Intentar siempre satisfacer a los demás?&lt;br /&gt;¿Buscar la felicidad?&lt;br /&gt;¿Caminar por donde nunca lo eh hecho?&lt;br /&gt;¿No conocer lo que hago?&lt;br /&gt;¿Soñar?&lt;br /&gt;No sé con seguridad que hago mal,&lt;br /&gt;Pero juro que  lo hago  sin querer,&lt;br /&gt;No pretendo lastimar a nadie&lt;br /&gt;No quiero ser lastimada,&lt;br /&gt;Todos mentimos para ser felices,&lt;br /&gt;Puedo hacer cosas maravillosas que tú no veras&lt;br /&gt;Por tu egoísmo nunca lo sabrás,&lt;br /&gt;No pido disculpas, señora perfecta,&lt;br /&gt;Porque no se qué fue lo que hice,&lt;br /&gt;No ciento culpa mi fiscal,&lt;br /&gt;Porque no se cual fue mi delito,&lt;br /&gt;No pido explicaciones&lt;br /&gt;Porque no las quiero y tal ves&lt;br /&gt;No las necesito,&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero que me condene&lt;br /&gt;Quien nunca ha lastimado, ni ah mentido, ah callado,&lt;br /&gt;Ni ah hecho llorar a alguien más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-3131120300003785277</id><published>2010-02-02T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:18:10.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solo déjame ser libre,&lt;br /&gt;Mañana callare y cortare mis alas,&lt;br /&gt;No pido que me cuides&lt;br /&gt;No pretendo cuidarte, ni tenerte a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;Mátame amor lejano&lt;br /&gt;No importa que no te vea,&lt;br /&gt;No importa que no  me quieras;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre en mis líneas estarás,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre tu boca besare&lt;br /&gt;Sin que me sientas, todo lo hará mi nombre,&lt;br /&gt;Tus sabanas serán mis brazos,&lt;br /&gt;En la ducha las gotas serán mis carisias,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre serás mía y no te lo imaginas,&lt;br /&gt;Te condeno a la espera&lt;br /&gt;De un amor mal intencionado,&lt;br /&gt;No tendrás mi pasión, mi lujuria&lt;br /&gt;Con la que soñaste desde que me conociste,&lt;br /&gt;No miento te deseo y prometo matarte de desvelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-3131120300003785277?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/3131120300003785277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=3131120300003785277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nadie tienes la razón,&lt;br /&gt;Nadie sabe que es verdad&lt;br /&gt;Eso ayer lo descubrí,&lt;br /&gt;Todo tiene final feliz por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vuelvo a empezar&lt;br /&gt;Porque me dejaste besar,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi sangre es vino para venerarte&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche la luna alumbra tu ventana,&lt;br /&gt;Mi obscuro pasado te llena las venas,&lt;br /&gt;Muerte ya me has abrazado&lt;br /&gt;Ya fui tuya mil noches,&lt;br /&gt;Ahora llévame a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes otra noche sola,&lt;br /&gt;No dejes que la vida me mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-304152721025255532?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/304152721025255532/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-1304460214047271925</id><published>2009-12-03T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:58:56.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero morir, tengo prisa,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero seguir aquí&lt;br /&gt;Tocando vacio y un fondo sin salida,&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo de lastimar tu alma&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero morir en calma.&lt;br /&gt;No sé si es un sueño o realidad&lt;br /&gt;Pero me ahogo en tu cruel vanidad,&lt;br /&gt;La luna me arrulla para no llorar&lt;br /&gt;Mi sangre no deja de gotear,&lt;br /&gt;Tu  mi amante mátame sin piedad&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame el  alma para no gritar,&lt;br /&gt;Hundida estoy en mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Y no sé cómo salir,&lt;br /&gt;Nadie me ve ni me siente&lt;br /&gt;Y solo quiero huir&lt;br /&gt;De este sentimiento que no me deja vivir,&lt;br /&gt;Me estoy volviendo loca&lt;br /&gt;Por no poder dormir&lt;br /&gt;Pero es que sueño con tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Que no me deja morir.&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/2984054187859970761-1304460214047271925?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/1304460214047271925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=1304460214047271925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1304460214047271925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1304460214047271925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiero-morir-tengo-prisa-ya-no-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-5406252502120586899</id><published>2009-11-24T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:38:35.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;La obscuridad me abrió la puerta&lt;br /&gt;Al encuentro de ella,&lt;br /&gt;La figura prohibida,&lt;br /&gt;Porque  me dejaste verla&lt;br /&gt;Si no puedo poseerla,&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame sin darme cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Y déjame verla a los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Sombra ayuda a borrarla&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que se quede en la luna,&lt;br /&gt;Y solo verla en las noches de locura&lt;br /&gt;Mátame antes de tocarla.&lt;br /&gt;Húndeme en las sombras por favor,&lt;br /&gt;Arráncame los ojos y el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Muerte no dejes que pase eso,&lt;br /&gt;Luna ayúdame a verla diferente,&lt;br /&gt;La hiciste prohibida a mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Y distante al cuerpo de mí deseo,&lt;br /&gt;Máteme o mátala&lt;br /&gt;No quiero seguir en este paseo del destino,&lt;br /&gt;Un juego del destino&lt;br /&gt;Te ofrezco mis ojos para no verla más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-5406252502120586899?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-6636525566985676019</id><published>2009-10-27T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:28:28.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Suc7tdO-yPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8_4420iwQxA/s1600-h/hallo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397348330554444018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Suc7tdO-yPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8_4420iwQxA/s320/hallo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2984054187859970761-6636525566985676019?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Suc7tdO-yPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8_4420iwQxA/s72-c/hallo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-6685061710960927740</id><published>2009-10-05T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:09:25.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿Amor, placer  u obsesión?&lt;br /&gt;Ninguna existe&lt;br /&gt;Solo se posee a la persona,&lt;br /&gt;Se adquiere su cuerpo y su razón&lt;br /&gt;La cabeza nos da malas pasadas,&lt;br /&gt;Solo hay lujuria, deseo, ambición;&lt;br /&gt;¿Amor, placer  u obsesión?&lt;br /&gt;Para mí no existen&lt;br /&gt;Solo existe el placer de estar cerca de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-6685061710960927740?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/6685061710960927740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=6685061710960927740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/6685061710960927740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/6685061710960927740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor-placer-u-obsesion-ninguna-existe.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-7864397854627890512</id><published>2009-10-05T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:08:29.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Entregársela a mis demonios de lujuria,&lt;br /&gt;Abrazarte en la noche eterna&lt;br /&gt;Con la luna llena en la habitación,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero rodear tu cintura&lt;br /&gt;Sin tener que tocarte, solo con una mirada,&lt;br /&gt;Desangrar tus pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Y arrancar tu corazón palpitando de miedo,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me arranques el alma&lt;br /&gt;Y la vendas al mejor postor,&lt;br /&gt;Mátame, mátame lo deseo con fervor,&lt;br /&gt;No me importa la tortura ni el sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;Solo no me dejes decir que estoy enamorada&lt;br /&gt;Odio esa palabra,&lt;br /&gt;Solo diré que me poseíste&lt;br /&gt;Con tu pasión, tu cuerpo, tu devoción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-7864397854627890512?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/7864397854627890512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=7864397854627890512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sola,&lt;br /&gt;Llego a mí su cuerpo obscuro y de sangre caliente,&lt;br /&gt;Me hace compañía por las noches&lt;br /&gt;Y me arrulla en sus brazos,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no tengo miedo de la luna en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Porque sus besos me consuelan,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no lloro sangre cada noche&lt;br /&gt;Porque ahora hago el amor;&lt;br /&gt;Se fueron mis recuerdos con la noche&lt;br /&gt;Y tu piel de canela, ya no la veo cuando cierro los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Un beso puede ser la gloria&lt;br /&gt;Y también el boleto a la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora ya no me  preocupo &lt;br /&gt;Porque mi nuevo amante me llevo lejos de todo eso,&lt;br /&gt;La muerte fue mi destino final&lt;br /&gt;La noche que de mi vida te apartaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-4997636577101751012?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-416911072219796469</id><published>2009-09-06T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:37:43.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SqRx8Q9tOOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Svc_YA60GGA/s1600-h/luna-mujer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378549135147088098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SqRx8Q9tOOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Svc_YA60GGA/s320/luna-mujer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2984054187859970761-416911072219796469?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SqRx8Q9tOOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Svc_YA60GGA/s72-c/luna-mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-3628837166199376343</id><published>2009-09-04T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:55:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amo la obscuridad me lleno de vida&lt;br /&gt;cambio la luna por tú mirada profunda,&lt;br /&gt;amo tú cuerpo y lo que en las noches me provoca,&lt;br /&gt;no le tengo miedo a la muerte&lt;br /&gt;aprendí a amarla en tu ropa,&lt;br /&gt;después de todo nuestra cita&lt;br /&gt;con ella está realmente ganada,&lt;br /&gt;así que bañémonos de lujuria&lt;br /&gt;no tengas miedo a pecar&lt;br /&gt;en este cuarto nadie nos vera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-3628837166199376343?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/3628837166199376343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=3628837166199376343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3628837166199376343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3628837166199376343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SoodiQTeRoI/AAAAAAAAACM/HUI-HLhVIog/s320/rosss.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2984054187859970761-408004712219806545?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/408004712219806545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=408004712219806545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/408004712219806545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/408004712219806545'/><link 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/&gt;una rutina,&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo desnudo&lt;br /&gt;hizo venir a los demonios&lt;br /&gt;llenos de excitación y enojo,&lt;br /&gt;y tus pechos apuntaron a la luna&lt;br /&gt;y tu cintura era una dulzura,&lt;br /&gt;la noche abrió la puerta a la tortura&lt;br /&gt;y mi silencio a la locura,&lt;br /&gt;mi lujuria era incontrolable&lt;br /&gt;y tú llanto perdurable,&lt;br /&gt;la violenta escena&lt;br /&gt;era inolvidable;&lt;br /&gt;tu delgada figura se fue apagando&lt;br /&gt;pero las velas ardieron por el acto,&lt;br /&gt;cuando termino el hechizo&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo estaba sin vida&lt;br /&gt;porque ahora yo la poseía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-1438276213584263409?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-3072100194892854507</id><published>2009-07-15T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:18:54.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;La negra noche me abrazo&lt;br /&gt;con temor a matarme,&lt;br /&gt;la luna no salió&lt;br /&gt;le temía a mi figura,&lt;br /&gt;las sabanas se humedecían&lt;br /&gt;mi rostro palidecía,&lt;br /&gt;el cuarto se tiño de rojo&lt;br /&gt;y nadie lo sabía,&lt;br /&gt;esta noche hay fiesta&lt;br /&gt;en ese templo&lt;br /&gt;y llanto en otros cuerpos,&lt;br /&gt;el sol nunca salió&lt;br /&gt;de luto se vestía,&lt;br /&gt;Ixtab me abrazo&lt;br /&gt;por la vida que ofrecía&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SlN_BV-UHhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z2u_-mxiTlc/s1600-h/juliste20.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355764042928758290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SlN_BV-UHhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z2u_-mxiTlc/s320/juliste20.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-3565170176682041133?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/3565170176682041133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=3565170176682041133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3565170176682041133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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esten muy bien&lt;br /&gt;y les guste lo que realizo&lt;br /&gt;pero creo q es hora de hablarles&lt;br /&gt;de algo que me  tiene un poco&lt;br /&gt;confundida , mi tesis jaja&lt;br /&gt;me confunde el hecho de&lt;br /&gt;no poder redactarla y no encontrar&lt;br /&gt;toda la informacion que m gustaria&lt;br /&gt;pero creo que es parte de vdd jaj .&lt;br /&gt;bueno mi tesis es sobre Pekka Loiri&lt;br /&gt;un diseñador Filandes.&lt;br /&gt;les dejo unas imagenes de su trabajo&lt;br /&gt;espero les gusten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-7843327588588908649?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/7843327588588908649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-6758715075400707603</id><published>2009-07-06T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:48:15.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sientes atracción por su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y ella repulsión por ti,&lt;br /&gt;tócala como los demonios lo han hecho&lt;br /&gt;con intensidad,&lt;br /&gt;logra la excitación de su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;no solo el deseo,&lt;br /&gt;la luna derrama su sangre&lt;br /&gt;por la velada,&lt;br /&gt;sus ojos están rojos de pasión,&lt;br /&gt;y tú no logras la conexión,&lt;br /&gt;viola sus sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;y su corazón,&lt;br /&gt;no solo su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;no temas por su reacción,&lt;br /&gt;enfrenta a ese diablo&lt;br /&gt;al que le temes,&lt;br /&gt;enfrenta su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;sin tener que esconderte,&lt;br /&gt;no uses escudos&lt;br /&gt;ni lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;expón tu mente y tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;rescata la intensión&lt;br /&gt;mal intencionada con la que entraste&lt;br /&gt;a ese templo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-6758715075400707603?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/6758715075400707603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=6758715075400707603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/6758715075400707603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/6758715075400707603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/07/sientes-atraccion-por-su-cuerpo-y-ella.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-3850733456518563011</id><published>2009-07-06T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:45:05.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;En caída libre&lt;br /&gt;solo abrí los brazos,&lt;br /&gt;y sentí el viento en mi rostro,&lt;br /&gt;cerré mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;y saque mi corazón a pasear,&lt;br /&gt;se desnudo de alegría&lt;br /&gt;y yo seguía mi caída,&lt;br /&gt;la belleza de la vida lo hizo palpitar,&lt;br /&gt;abrió sus alas sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;pues solo quería salir a pasear,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón volando&lt;br /&gt;me hizo reflexionar,&lt;br /&gt;no todos los días se puede volar,&lt;br /&gt;pero yo sigo soñando&lt;br /&gt;y abriendo mis brazos para poderlo alcanzar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-3850733456518563011?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/3850733456518563011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=3850733456518563011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3850733456518563011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3850733456518563011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-caida-libre-solo-abri-los-brazos-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-2534477007253510936</id><published>2009-06-22T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:52:49.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengo miedo,&lt;br /&gt;miedo de perder el rumbo,&lt;br /&gt;de huir sin motivo alguno,&lt;br /&gt;de cerrar mis puertas,&lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo&lt;br /&gt;de no saber en donde pisar,&lt;br /&gt;hundirme en un bache y no saber escapar,&lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo&lt;br /&gt;porque me siento vulnerable en mí andar,&lt;br /&gt;perdí mis sueños y en que pensar,&lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo&lt;br /&gt;de abandonar mí rumbo y después llorar,&lt;br /&gt;necesito creer en mí un poco más,&lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo&lt;br /&gt;de entregarme a ti y no poder regresar,&lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo&lt;br /&gt;de causarme un destino fatal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-2534477007253510936?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/2534477007253510936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=2534477007253510936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/2534477007253510936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/2534477007253510936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/06/tengo-miedo-miedo-de-perder-el-rumbo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-3652780855923760117</id><published>2009-06-22T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:50:13.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola hola espero esten muy bien&lt;br /&gt;y pues aqui les dejo otro de mis&lt;br /&gt;poemas espero les guste besos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-3652780855923760117?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-1058820729870565430</id><published>2009-06-18T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:39:48.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SjrsXJ7T99I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TcxhAgVPJY4/s1600-h/preo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348847390001723346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SjrsXJ7T99I/AAAAAAAAAB0/TcxhAgVPJY4/s320/preo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-889992845174012465</id><published>2009-06-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:31:07.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooow tesis !!!!&lt;br /&gt;por que me estan dificil unir letras&lt;br /&gt;al redactar un proyecto importante para mi ,&lt;br /&gt;sera que ¿tengo miedo?&lt;br /&gt;o aun no tengo nada que decir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-889992845174012465?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/889992845174012465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-5845345328318941525</id><published>2009-06-01T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:57:20.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Libertad&lt;br /&gt;Me siento encarcelada&lt;br /&gt;Y no puedo respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Necesito gritar desesperada&lt;br /&gt;Y buscar mi libertad,&lt;br /&gt;No puedo salir huyendo&lt;br /&gt;De mi triste realidad,&lt;br /&gt;Pero necesito ayuda&lt;br /&gt;Para poder mejorar,&lt;br /&gt;La rutina me presiona&lt;br /&gt;Ya no puedo seguir así de sola,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero encontrar a mi persona&lt;br /&gt;No importa que vuelva  a llorar,&lt;br /&gt;Ya invoqué a mis demonios&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez me puedan ayudar,&lt;br /&gt;Ya cambie el conjuro y el cáliz llene&lt;br /&gt;De mi sangre,&lt;br /&gt;Aun no la has bebido&lt;br /&gt;Pero sé que te embrujara&lt;br /&gt;La sombra se llevo mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Y sentí un alivio profundo de dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Puede respirar y gritar&lt;br /&gt;Por que llego mi libertad,&lt;br /&gt;Y mejoro mi realidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-5845345328318941525?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/5845345328318941525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=5845345328318941525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/5845345328318941525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SiQq9X89hBI/AAAAAAAAABs/zmR6Mk8e-AM/s320/pumas-unam-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PUMAS CAMPEON!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-5465625384862971215?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/5465625384862971215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=5465625384862971215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-2027584406912910799</id><published>2009-05-22T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:08:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/ShcUUwaUsyI/AAAAAAAAABk/x4ak2F0XTR4/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338758230096261922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/ShcUUwaUsyI/AAAAAAAAABk/x4ak2F0XTR4/s320/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2984054187859970761-2027584406912910799?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-1243268833546398287</id><published>2009-04-02T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:31:17.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mis letras unidas&lt;br /&gt;tienen dolor y llanto,&lt;br /&gt;tal vez pasión y amor,&lt;br /&gt;algunas lujuria y deseo;&lt;br /&gt;no me inspiro en nadie&lt;br /&gt;no pretendo ser Acuña,&lt;br /&gt;y suicidarme por una inspiración,&lt;br /&gt;prefiero seguir en el presente,&lt;br /&gt;sin preocuparme del pasado,&lt;br /&gt;no me interesa el futuro&lt;br /&gt;por que ninguno esta en mis manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-1243268833546398287?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/1243268833546398287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=1243268833546398287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1243268833546398287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1243268833546398287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/04/mis-letras-unidas-tienen-dolor-y-llanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-2627719388150957760</id><published>2009-03-31T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:37:27.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu tristeza me hace llorar,&lt;br /&gt;Tu felicidad me da fuerzas para amar,&lt;br /&gt;Deja que seque tus lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que sienta el palpitar de tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sientas amor,&lt;br /&gt;Permite que mis brazos te cobijen;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estas en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Y espero que me recuerdes,&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ser la persona que te haga&lt;br /&gt;Feliz solo con escucharte,&lt;br /&gt;Me permito llamarme tu amiga;&lt;br /&gt;No siento que seamos&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente amigos,&lt;br /&gt;La luna me dice que tu pasión&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser tu alivio,&lt;br /&gt;Yo pienso que es tu forma&lt;br /&gt;De amar la vida,&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos me hablan y me dicen&lt;br /&gt;Que así es,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no lamentes el pasado, lastima&lt;br /&gt;Y déjate lastimar,&lt;br /&gt;Rómpele el corazón a alguien,&lt;br /&gt;Y deja que te lo vuelvan a romper&lt;br /&gt;Llora, ríe, agótate&lt;br /&gt;Pero déjame ser parte de&lt;br /&gt;Tus pasos&lt;br /&gt;    Aunque sea solo tu amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-2627719388150957760?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-3883426551090225243</id><published>2009-03-31T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:34:25.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu me enseñaste que en realidad&lt;br /&gt;Solo hay un pecado y es no saber&lt;br /&gt;Disfrutar de la vida;&lt;br /&gt;Tu al mirarme me explicas todo&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no tenga sentido para otros,&lt;br /&gt;Esa noche con la luna en mi espalda&lt;br /&gt;Fingí sentir temor solo para que me abrazaras,&lt;br /&gt;Siento pavor cuando tú no me hablas,&lt;br /&gt;Todos mis pecados han sido sanados&lt;br /&gt;El día que tu me tocaste los labios;&lt;br /&gt;Tu corazón me dijo que no hay&lt;br /&gt;Días en la semana,&lt;br /&gt;Solo instantes cada madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Ojala de verdad me lo dijeras,&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo sueño contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Espero que el veneno que tengo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy,&lt;br /&gt;Me mate para ya no soñarte mañana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-3883426551090225243?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/3883426551090225243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=3883426551090225243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3883426551090225243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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que decir y decirlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oscar Wilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-8366284364782213100?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/8366284364782213100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=8366284364782213100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/8366284364782213100'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sca-MVnT-JI/AAAAAAAAABU/KqW0jjQlAcM/s72-c/dul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-2685637328329506949</id><published>2009-03-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:51:10.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esto es mi pasiòn lo que me mueve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tal vez no sea poesìa, solo son palabras unidas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;lo se y por eso agradezco su existencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;espero sientan lo mismo que yo cuando escribo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;al leer se tiene otra percepciòn de las cosas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;no se sienta lo mismo que el autor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo quiero que sientan la misma pasiòn que yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;espero estarlo consiguiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gracias por leer mis letras unidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-2685637328329506949?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/2685637328329506949/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-8396634025326608421</id><published>2009-03-13T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:43:08.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoy me vi reflejada en tu corazón;&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero amarte, necesito amarte,&lt;br /&gt;Pero al hacerlo mi corazón pecara,&lt;br /&gt;Es pecado mortal para mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Y tus ojos y tu risa me invitan a solucionar mi tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;El beso mortal será la cadena&lt;br /&gt;De mi pasión por ti;&lt;br /&gt;Ámame como yo a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Siente que el cuerpo no puede más,&lt;br /&gt;Que esta excitado de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que estallara en mil pedazos;&lt;br /&gt;Necesito saberlo ahora,&lt;br /&gt;Solo déjame estar cerca de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Amándote y muriendo por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Déjame embriagarme de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque tú no lo sepas,&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres mi destino, la locura de mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;Al amanecer no existo porque tú te has ido,&lt;br /&gt;Mi camino recorre distancias buscándote;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sombra indaga mi sufrimiento,&lt;br /&gt;Me siento morir cuando tú no estás,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me conformo con solo verte;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame estar cerca,&lt;br /&gt;Abrazarte,&lt;br /&gt;Reflejarme en tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir tu aliento en mi rostro,&lt;br /&gt;Tocar tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;Y después déjame morirme lentamente en tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;Con un último beso.&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/2984054187859970761-8396634025326608421?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-1083393051889464594</id><published>2009-03-06T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:07:12.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LA VIDA DA VUELTAS Y ESPERO NO SER&lt;br /&gt;UNO MAS DE LA BOLA&lt;br /&gt;NO QUIERO SER UN BORREGO MAS.&lt;br /&gt;JAJA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-1083393051889464594?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/1083393051889464594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-2110397608323002996?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/2110397608323002996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/2110397608323002996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_8835.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SbHEIHN6wmI/AAAAAAAAABE/4YZhkOZ-Ejc/s72-c/tristeza+iluminada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-4250282590713141598</id><published>2009-03-06T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:34:06.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tengo necesidad de tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;Tú no lo sabes pero me perteneces&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez lo sepas inconscientemente,&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;Aunque tú abraces a otra,&lt;br /&gt;Voy muriendo poco a poco y nadie lo nota,&lt;br /&gt;Soy fría y dura contigo&lt;br /&gt;Y tú solo quieres verme sonreír,&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué esperas de mí?&lt;br /&gt;No puedo darte más porque una vez lo hice&lt;br /&gt;Y tú no lo valoraste,&lt;br /&gt;Ahora no me llores ni supliques&lt;br /&gt;Mañana tal vez ya no me veas,&lt;br /&gt;Así que no te  preocupes&lt;br /&gt;Trata de ser feliz con lo que te doy,&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya aprendí a vivir así&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué tú no lo haces?&lt;br /&gt;Lo sé por miedo a tu fracaso&lt;br /&gt;Tú si vas a llorar y sufrir,&lt;br /&gt;No eres fuerte como yo&lt;br /&gt;Y eso tú lo sabes,&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento, ahora solo sonríe como yo siempre  lo he hecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-4250282590713141598?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4250282590713141598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4250282590713141598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/03/tengo-necesidad-de-tus-labios-tu-no-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-167701005222646269</id><published>2009-03-06T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:33:06.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SbHAuwTheSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LBYNX6oXurA/s1600-h/draft_lens2046020module10160663photo_1214347070anime3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310237345119828258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SbHAuwTheSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LBYNX6oXurA/s320/draft_lens2046020module10160663photo_1214347070anime3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2984054187859970761-167701005222646269?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/167701005222646269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/167701005222646269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SbHAuwTheSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LBYNX6oXurA/s72-c/draft_lens2046020module10160663photo_1214347070anime3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-1140323820719179603</id><published>2009-03-06T16:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:30:03.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El frió consume mi sentido&lt;br /&gt;La sala de espera esta plena,&lt;br /&gt;La silla situada en la orilla&lt;br /&gt;Está llena de tu melancolía,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El frió es más fuerte este día&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero sentirte al oído,&lt;br /&gt;Tu sangre no corre por el pasillo&lt;br /&gt;Y los demonios ya sienten alivio,&lt;br /&gt;La guerra en mi vientre&lt;br /&gt;Despierta a la luna,&lt;br /&gt;Tu rostro aterra a la noche&lt;br /&gt;Mis lágrimas llenan tu copa,&lt;br /&gt;Y el brindis está listo&lt;br /&gt;Para la cena, tus labios no se alegran,&lt;br /&gt;A pasado una noche llena&lt;br /&gt;Y mi frió y mi cuerpo siguen alerta,&lt;br /&gt;Pídeles a los dioses que la ceremonia&lt;br /&gt;Llegue más intensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-1140323820719179603?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1140323820719179603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/1140323820719179603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-frio-consume-mi-sentido-la-sala-de_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-4272598191348520721</id><published>2009-03-06T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:29:42.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El frió consume mi sentido&lt;br /&gt;La sala de espera esta plena,&lt;br /&gt;La silla situada en la orilla&lt;br /&gt;Está llena de tu melancolía,&lt;br /&gt;El frió es más fuerte este día&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero sentirte al oído,&lt;br /&gt;Tu sangre no corre por el pasillo&lt;br /&gt;Y los demonios ya sienten alivio,&lt;br /&gt;La guerra en mi vientre&lt;br /&gt;Despierta a la luna,&lt;br /&gt;Tu rostro aterra a la noche&lt;br /&gt;Mis lágrimas llenan tu copa,&lt;br /&gt;Y el brindis está listo&lt;br /&gt;Para la cena, tus labios no se alegran,&lt;br /&gt;A pasado una noche llena&lt;br /&gt;Y mi frió y mi cuerpo siguen alerta,&lt;br /&gt;Pídeles a los dioses que la ceremonia&lt;br /&gt;Llegue más intensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-4272598191348520721?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4272598191348520721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4272598191348520721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-frio-consume-mi-sentido-la-sala-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-8084968464560569685</id><published>2009-02-13T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:01:18.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SZWnSX8N_YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Kehux3gzN6Y/s1600-h/las-amigas-37109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302328070404701570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SZWnSX8N_YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Kehux3gzN6Y/s320/las-amigas-37109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2984054187859970761-8084968464560569685?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/8084968464560569685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/8084968464560569685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SZWnSX8N_YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Kehux3gzN6Y/s72-c/las-amigas-37109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-4133183060653391399</id><published>2009-02-13T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:56:05.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ese día el baño nos enmarco y ese gran trozo de papel fue el cupido de la unión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que extraña situación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero el locker improvisado nos exigió que amigas deberíamos ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y acompañarnos en nuestro dolor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;el camino no ha sido fácil lo veo en el reloj,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pues la manecillas de la vida caminan con temor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero la amistad que en ese baño un día surgió,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;seguiria su curso y no preciso por el caño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pues fue mas alla la unión ahora eres parte de mi vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y con sinceridad te digo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que nunca olvidare que un escusado y un papel me dieron una lección,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;los amigos no caen del cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;por que tu amiga saliste de una tubería que es tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-4133183060653391399?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4133183060653391399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4133183060653391399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/02/ese-dia-el-bano-nos-enmarco-y-ese-gran.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-3830559813736282027</id><published>2009-01-29T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:27:16.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SYJlf2MkY-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1rcWc7MyH_0/s1600-h/lujuriafc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296907709539705826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SYJlf2MkY-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1rcWc7MyH_0/s320/lujuriafc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2984054187859970761-3830559813736282027?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3830559813736282027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3830559813736282027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SYJlf2MkY-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1rcWc7MyH_0/s72-c/lujuriafc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-574944993246812492</id><published>2009-01-29T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:24:25.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Siente la distancia en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Rodea con tus brazos mi cintura,&lt;br /&gt;Golpea con tus manos mi cabello&lt;br /&gt;Endulza mis labios con tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;Desgarra mi corazón con tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Aumenta mis latidos con tu pecho,&lt;br /&gt;Sonríe a la vida como ayer&lt;br /&gt;Corre entre las sabanas de mi cama,&lt;br /&gt;Termina la guerra en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;Llora y moja mis almohadas,&lt;br /&gt;Despierta viendo el amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Disfruta cada velada,&lt;br /&gt;Cambia lo que quieras de la casa&lt;br /&gt;Pero nunca te alejes de mi alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-574944993246812492?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/574944993246812492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/574944993246812492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2009/01/siente-la-distancia-en-tu-piel-rodea.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-8862451210211337002</id><published>2008-12-29T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:45:47.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SVkom9KyaOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PMSqQ7a2vvs/s1600-h/671374dibujo_anime_gotico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285300287415937250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SVkom9KyaOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PMSqQ7a2vvs/s320/671374dibujo_anime_gotico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El alma suspira mis razones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y mi soledad condenas mis temores.&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/2984054187859970761-8862451210211337002?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/8862451210211337002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/8862451210211337002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2008/12/alas.html' title='alas'/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SVkom9KyaOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PMSqQ7a2vvs/s72-c/671374dibujo_anime_gotico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-7728219310824837041</id><published>2008-12-16T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:22:38.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero que tu mirada me ame,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero soñar con esa tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero morir por tu violencia;&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabes lo que daría por que me amaras?,&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabes lo que realmente pienso de ti?,&lt;br /&gt;La respuesta es no y yo lo se,&lt;br /&gt;Y lloro por ello y vivo sin cambiar nada por que no me dejas,&lt;br /&gt;Y la luna  esta de testigo de todo lo que eh sufrido,&lt;br /&gt;Solo mírame un segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Solo ríe para mí un minuto;&lt;br /&gt;No me ames si no lo quieres,&lt;br /&gt;No me llores, ni me hables,&lt;br /&gt;Solo vive es lo único que te pido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-7728219310824837041?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/7728219310824837041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/7728219310824837041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiero-que-tu-mirada-me-ame-quiero-soar.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-3835564409152656611</id><published>2008-12-16T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:22:11.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esta noche estoy triste,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando la luz del recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;Los gusanos se comen mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Tu llegada es larga y no podré verte;&lt;br /&gt;El amanecer esta cerca,&lt;br /&gt;Y los demonios que me cuidan se alejan,&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo sola con la sangre en las sabanas,&lt;br /&gt;Tu alma no llego esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;La muerte me abrazo,&lt;br /&gt;Y tu ausencia y mi libertad quedo abierta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-3835564409152656611?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3835564409152656611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/3835564409152656611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2008/12/esta-noche-estoy-triste-esperando-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-380680072784578928</id><published>2008-12-16T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:17:08.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;La luna murió  esa noche,&lt;br /&gt;Todos la velaban,&lt;br /&gt;Las nubes lloraron ríos,&lt;br /&gt;Las montañas cayeron rendidas,&lt;br /&gt;La luna murió esa noche,&lt;br /&gt;Y tú ni lo sabias;&lt;br /&gt;Atrapado en tu llanto estabas,&lt;br /&gt;Y caminabas y morías,&lt;br /&gt;Tus pasos no sonaban,&lt;br /&gt;Tus lágrimas me dolían,&lt;br /&gt;Esa noche murió la luna&lt;br /&gt;Y tú con ella, yo lo veía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-380680072784578928?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/380680072784578928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/380680072784578928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-luna-muri-esa-noche-todos-la-velaban.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-812255712381179224</id><published>2008-12-14T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:33:48.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si el amor exisistiera no seria perfecto!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SUU1H3dVVEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LfOyac0V1oE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279684547424113730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SUU1H3dVVEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LfOyac0V1oE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2984054187859970761-812255712381179224?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/812255712381179224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/812255712381179224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2008/12/si-el-amor-exisistiera-no-seria.html' title='si el amor exisistiera no seria perfecto!!!'/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/SUU1H3dVVEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LfOyac0V1oE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-204038474072044629</id><published>2008-12-12T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:54:13.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu sangre es la pócima que necesita mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;la cura buscada entre cada mirada,&lt;br /&gt;el veneno escondido de tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;la poesía inquieta de mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;la carretera de mis desvelos,&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo desnudo envuelto en pecado,&lt;br /&gt;tu sangre es la vida y la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;el llanto y el temor.&lt;br /&gt;la excitación y el placer,&lt;br /&gt;tu sangre es mi duda y mi cadena,&lt;br /&gt;es mi llanto pero tu condena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-204038474072044629?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/204038474072044629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/204038474072044629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2008/12/tu-sangre-es-la-pcima-que-necesita-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-5849673352786763945</id><published>2008-12-10T08:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:31:56.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu cuerpo desnudo susurra a mi oído,&lt;br /&gt;E insita a mi piel a llevarte lejos de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;Y cerca de la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;Tus alas me llevan al vuelo profundo de lo oscuro,&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos mi pasaporte a la aventura,&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tus manos me inundan en lo desconocido de la pasión;&lt;br /&gt;Ese pecado mortal que es visto por demonios,&lt;br /&gt;Su excitación me llena de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios penetran la herida y mi silencio,&lt;br /&gt;Termina el juego de seducción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-5849673352786763945?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/5849673352786763945'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Mi cuerpo flagelado me inunda de dolor,&lt;br /&gt;Me absorbe en un pozo sin fondo;&lt;br /&gt;Y para ti es vida y felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;Mis senos enrojecidos,&lt;br /&gt;Eran dos copas de vino servidas a tu salud,&lt;br /&gt;Y tus ojos llenos de perversión llenaban los míos de piedad y compasión,&lt;br /&gt;Ese amor que tú me mostraste,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifico mi corazón.&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/2984054187859970761-4423894690766529342?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4423894690766529342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4423894690766529342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/ST9Sw1TXaRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U6aNRRmOZaU/s320/punk-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2984054187859970761-7089914565753224408?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/7089914565753224408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=7089914565753224408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/7089914565753224408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/7089914565753224408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/ST9Sw1TXaRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U6aNRRmOZaU/s72-c/punk-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984054187859970761.post-4611937242419745066</id><published>2008-12-09T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:00:41.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abecedario</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu alegría sedujo a mi vacio, tú respirar condujo a  mi aliento, la estructura de mis vicios se derrumbó con tu ruido; la melancolía me llevo a escribir estas líneas, mi mente se perdía, no consigo dirigirme a un destino, las palabras se pierden  en el camino; necesitó tu mirada, tal vez, hoy no escriba nada, ojalá el abecedario se atravesara y la inspiración me abrazara, pero no pasa nada. Otra vez estoy aquí en la espera de la fragancia de su piel, el motor que llevo dentro no puede más, estallara en cualquier momento; la figura de su cuerpo está cerca siento su presencia, el viento me lo dice susurra a mi oído; la sangre derramada en el pozo es le cáliz de sacrificio; obtener un suspiro es como tocar la luna, pero mi alma ah llegado mas allá de lo imaginado solo con rosar su piel dorada; la noche me abrazo y su perfume no llego, las estrellas me sonríen y esperan a mi lado la llegada de ese Ángel ; pero los demonios llegaron y su excitación acelero mi corazón; esta noche sigo con la música en mi cabeza y su sonrisa traviesa, su destello al mirarme me condujo al camino del desvelo y de lo incierto; ¡sí!, por fin esta aquí a mi lado sonriendo, mi ser se hago en llanto y no lo nota, su perfume recorre mi alma y desvarió, deseo beber el veneno exquisito de sus labios, quiero embriagarme de la miel de sus manos; el laberinto en mi mente no me deja salir a su realidad.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo vivir mil años, pero ese tiempo se lo puedo regalar, no puedo darte mis ojos pero tienes mi mirar, esto te canta mi corazón y tu solo suspiras y ríes sin razón; por ahora el camino de la nostalgia se está serrando no lo puedo explicar pues yo sigo respirando y tu a mi lado; la neblina ah caído sobre mi pecho, el cielo se arrodillo a tus pies, no quiero despertar por qué no volveré a ver tus brillantes luceros, pero esta es mi triste realidad y mi castigo divino por seguir  viviendo en mis sueños y no salir de mis vicios, no me importa abrir los ojos y saber que tú no estás, porque me perteneces y tu nunca lo sabrás; por fin se ah terminado el camino y ahora muero por que estoy de pie junto a los demás junto a la realidad esta noche te espero en el mismo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984054187859970761-4611937242419745066?l=wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/feeds/4611937242419745066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984054187859970761&amp;postID=4611937242419745066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4611937242419745066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984054187859970761/posts/default/4611937242419745066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwcuandolasletrasseunen.blogspot.com/2008/12/abecedario.html' title='Abecedario'/><author><name>Caramelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04220078225397201790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GyTFT1LWG1c/Sstn2aEbOQI/AAAAAAAAADg/qyC4UdBvi44/S220/lab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
