<?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-5221295100835697725</id><updated>2011-12-08T11:08:12.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenirs perdus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-7140794703154168695</id><published>2011-02-08T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:11:25.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TVITdlIMYcI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KikL0Obf1K4/s1600/seaching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TVITdlIMYcI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KikL0Obf1K4/s400/seaching.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #515151; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;El verdadero buscador crece y aprende,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;y descubre que siempre es el &lt;b&gt;principal&lt;/b&gt; responsable de lo que sucede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #515151; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jorge Bucay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-7140794703154168695?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/7140794703154168695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2011/02/el-verdadero-buscador-crece-y-aprende-y.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7140794703154168695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7140794703154168695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2011/02/el-verdadero-buscador-crece-y-aprende-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TVITdlIMYcI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KikL0Obf1K4/s72-c/seaching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-19431093966413314</id><published>2010-10-01T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:30:29.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TKY2GYOTWzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/e_vdhF6eV6g/s1600/Drunken_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TKY2GYOTWzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/e_vdhF6eV6g/s320/Drunken_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estás perdido sin saber para qué dirección empezar a moverte .. Hay una sola solución.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Calzate las zapatillas&lt;/u&gt;, por que &lt;i&gt;hay que seguir&lt;/i&gt; caminando (a pesar de todo). &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No hay que darse por vencido nunca, &lt;u&gt;jamás&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-19431093966413314?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/19431093966413314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/10/estas-perdido-sin-saber-para-que.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/19431093966413314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/19431093966413314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/10/estas-perdido-sin-saber-para-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TKY2GYOTWzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/e_vdhF6eV6g/s72-c/Drunken_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2352701311219820078</id><published>2010-09-20T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:31:24.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy es hoy, nene, es hoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TJg0ftOyYII/AAAAAAAAAU8/zjew32Anvag/s1600/y+porque+no+intentar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TJg0ftOyYII/AAAAAAAAAU8/zjew32Anvag/s320/y+porque+no+intentar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;¿y &lt;u&gt;por qué&lt;/u&gt; no intentar? Nunca es más grande lo que se puede perder que lo que se puede ganar. ¿y qué más da lo que digan los demás? Dejar regir tu vida por opiniones que encima no son las tuyas? &lt;b&gt;[No, gracias]&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;¡Arriésgate!&lt;/span&gt; ¿qué tienes que perder?&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/5221295100835697725-2352701311219820078?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2352701311219820078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoy-es-hoy-nene-es-hoy.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2352701311219820078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2352701311219820078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoy-es-hoy-nene-es-hoy.html' title='Hoy es hoy, nene, es hoy.'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TJg0ftOyYII/AAAAAAAAAU8/zjew32Anvag/s72-c/y+porque+no+intentar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8491065441322398470</id><published>2010-09-19T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:40:10.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TJZYyCOH_lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Rv8tgxxhj9I/s1600/I_try_not_to_cry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TJZYyCOH_lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Rv8tgxxhj9I/s320/I_try_not_to_cry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;El alma no tendría arco iris si los ojos no tuviesen lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{Siempre disparo a mansalva, pero &lt;u&gt;esa piel fué particular&lt;/u&gt;} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-8491065441322398470?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8491065441322398470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/el-alma-no-tendria-arco-iris-si-los.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8491065441322398470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8491065441322398470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/el-alma-no-tendria-arco-iris-si-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TJZYyCOH_lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Rv8tgxxhj9I/s72-c/I_try_not_to_cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5255402509267370404</id><published>2010-09-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T16:55:57.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUCHAS veces..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;Muchas veces nos embalamos tratando de buscar  las respuestas &lt;u&gt;tan cerca&lt;/u&gt; del tema en cuestión que se nos &lt;b&gt;pierde&lt;/b&gt; la  perspectiva y nos llevamos por delante el árbol &lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;sin poder contemplar el  bosque.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;• &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TJFcqtzWUrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dnD7rooMwzo/s1600/forest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TJFcqtzWUrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dnD7rooMwzo/s400/forest.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5255402509267370404?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5255402509267370404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/muchas-veces.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5255402509267370404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5255402509267370404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/muchas-veces.html' title='MUCHAS veces..'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TJFcqtzWUrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/dnD7rooMwzo/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4572430406741376478</id><published>2010-09-10T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:08:29.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TIqBLxoqQvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hj4ubnLE4BU/s1600/LIVE.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TIqBLxoqQvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hj4ubnLE4BU/s400/LIVE.png" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas caminando tranquila mente por el camino.. cuando &lt;u&gt;de repente&lt;/u&gt; pisaste mal , y te caes. &lt;i&gt;De esa caída, depende de vos levantarte&lt;/i&gt;. Y no quedarse en el piso culpándose a uno mismo por caerse.. ya que son cosas del destino que no podemos evitar, pero si tomarlas de distintos puntos..&lt;br /&gt;Si en esa caída, por más dolorosa que fuera, nos quedamos en el piso esperando que venga alguien a darnos la mano para ayudarnos a levantar.. eso, es buscar la salida fácil. Y con la salida fácil no ganamos nada, no aprendemos a ser fuertes.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Y la salida fácil aveces termina siendo la peor salida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si en esa caída, en cambio, nos paramos apenas nos caímos, aunque duela, usamos uñas y dientes para poder pararnos por nosotros mismos. Ahí, podemos seguir caminando como si nada hubiera pasado, podemos olvidar esa caída.. teniendo la conciencia tranquila de que &lt;i&gt;pudimos vencerla&lt;/i&gt;,por lo tanto, queda en el pasado y olvidada. Y nosotros.. &lt;b&gt;más fuertes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Todos podemos ser fuerte proponiéndonoslo.&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4572430406741376478?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4572430406741376478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/estas-caminando-tranquila-mente-por-el.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4572430406741376478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4572430406741376478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/estas-caminando-tranquila-mente-por-el.html' title='Stronger'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TIqBLxoqQvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/hj4ubnLE4BU/s72-c/LIVE.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2009352426773418357</id><published>2010-09-09T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:04:47.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TImRihEO-OI/AAAAAAAAAT8/A-bDiMbLkwo/s1600/bipp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TImRihEO-OI/AAAAAAAAAT8/A-bDiMbLkwo/s400/bipp.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoy no &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(porfavor..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hoy no quiero pensar en &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;ada&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, solo quiero estar &lt;u&gt;bien&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;conmigo misma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2009352426773418357?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2009352426773418357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoy-no-porfavor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2009352426773418357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2009352426773418357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoy-no-porfavor.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TImRihEO-OI/AAAAAAAAAT8/A-bDiMbLkwo/s72-c/bipp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2229617180805651438</id><published>2010-09-08T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:16:58.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TIgjLaeS3JI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZrBoU4WB9us/s1600/FALTA+Going+under..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TIgjLaeS3JI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZrBoU4WB9us/s320/FALTA+Going+under..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sera ese trauma que te incita a mostrarte&lt;br /&gt;crees ser parte lo demás descarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;que tu cara es arte&lt;/i&gt;, te sentis un 29 de febrero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;y sos solo otra ceniza en el cenicero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{...}&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pensando que te están filmando con una FUJI&lt;br /&gt;te ves duro como Marlon Brando y &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;sos blando como el sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni el budismo, ni el islam, tu religión es el &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Glamm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pero &lt;b&gt;sos un clon&lt;/b&gt; y tu vida es &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;puro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;spam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;{...}&lt;br /&gt;Tenes una Honda y decis es una Harley, como el cometa&lt;br /&gt;te falta vaqueta cachorro, &lt;i&gt;te fumas un porro y te sentís Bob Marley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{...}&lt;br /&gt;Vas al doctor si en la cara te sale un grano espontáneo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Pericles New&amp;quot;,Pericles,monospace;"&gt; y lo que tenes lleno de pus &lt;u&gt;es el cráneo&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aunque en el fondo &lt;u style="color: #444444;"&gt;das pena&lt;/u&gt;, y nadie te da pelota&lt;br /&gt;Como Dorian Gray,&lt;b&gt; la apariencia es tu ley&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;y no te quiere&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lindsey New&amp;quot;,Lindsey,monospace;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;ni tu mascota&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lindsey New&amp;quot;,Lindsey,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;##&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lindsey New&amp;quot;,Lindsey,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La verdad, hay gente que no siente más que su propia presencia, lo demás no les importa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lindsey New&amp;quot;,Lindsey,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pobres.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lindsey New&amp;quot;,Lindsey,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;{ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axmLscrzUZY }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lindsey New&amp;quot;,Lindsey,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2229617180805651438?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2229617180805651438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/sera-ese-trauma-que-te-incita-mostrarte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2229617180805651438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2229617180805651438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/sera-ese-trauma-que-te-incita-mostrarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TIgjLaeS3JI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ZrBoU4WB9us/s72-c/FALTA+Going+under..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2133334314606163956</id><published>2010-09-05T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T19:42:22.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TIRUzYX0lHI/AAAAAAAAATs/CDcF0VmyHsM/s1600/going_under.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TIRUzYX0lHI/AAAAAAAAATs/CDcF0VmyHsM/s400/going_under.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Todo&lt;/u&gt; parece desmoronarse a cada paso que doy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tengo ganas de sentirme bien&lt;/i&gt;.. pero simplemente hoy en dia me encuentro en el fondo, muy abajo. Es como que retrocedi, caí. Y es ahora donde tengo que admitir que las cosas&lt;b&gt; no van bien&lt;/b&gt;..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;{ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;Después de tanto luchar contra la corriente .. Me quedé sin fuerzas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; }&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2133334314606163956?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2133334314606163956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-under.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2133334314606163956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2133334314606163956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/09/going-under.html' title='Going Under'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TIRUzYX0lHI/AAAAAAAAATs/CDcF0VmyHsM/s72-c/going_under.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-1138188514488237264</id><published>2010-08-06T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:59:42.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TFzZ8tWIYHI/AAAAAAAAATc/koauxTmiDS0/s1600/Waiting_by_coolingtea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TFzZ8tWIYHI/AAAAAAAAATc/koauxTmiDS0/s320/Waiting_by_coolingtea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;s algo que hacemos constantemente, todos los días de nuestra vida; esperamos oír las palabras magicas todo el tiempo, esperamos por sentir, por decir cosas, y de esta forma vivimos pausando nuestras vidas, sin notar que nuestras vidas ya comenzarón y que el primer día del resto de tu vida ya fue hace mucho tiempo, y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;cada día que esperamos, es un día menos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; para nuestro cuerpo, alma y corazón&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-1138188514488237264?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/1138188514488237264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/08/esperar-e-s-algo-que-hacemos.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1138188514488237264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1138188514488237264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/08/esperar-e-s-algo-que-hacemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TFzZ8tWIYHI/AAAAAAAAATc/koauxTmiDS0/s72-c/Waiting_by_coolingtea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-6640709437720918658</id><published>2010-08-05T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:31:37.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TFs7bP24qCI/AAAAAAAAATU/xce3Qe75DKw/s1600/Run_away.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TFs7bP24qCI/AAAAAAAAATU/xce3Qe75DKw/s400/Run_away.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nunca te detengas&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no desperdicies este tiempo&lt;/b&gt; tan maravilloso que tenemos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;sabemos que los días se convierten en años&lt;/i&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;envejecemos y ahi es cuando vemos pasar todo nuestra infancia &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;de repente&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;uando por los años no puedas correr&lt;i&gt; no lo hagas&lt;/i&gt; y &lt;b&gt;trota&lt;/b&gt;, cuando no puedas trotar&lt;i&gt; agarra el baston&lt;/i&gt; y &lt;b&gt;camina&lt;/b&gt; pero nunca &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nunca &lt;/span&gt;hagas que nada &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ni nadie&lt;/span&gt; te detenga&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-6640709437720918658?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/6640709437720918658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/08/nunca-te-detengas-no-desperdicies-este.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6640709437720918658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6640709437720918658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/08/nunca-te-detengas-no-desperdicies-este.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TFs7bP24qCI/AAAAAAAAATU/xce3Qe75DKw/s72-c/Run_away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4008184877037931619</id><published>2010-08-03T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:40:48.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TFi2_2Deh3I/AAAAAAAAATM/dVxAeCf1wFA/s1600/leaving_to_start.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TFi2_2Deh3I/AAAAAAAAATM/dVxAeCf1wFA/s400/leaving_to_start.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;El comienzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt; y el final....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos me lanzo a pensar..&lt;br /&gt;por qué a veces algunos finales son tan difíciles así como también algunos comienzos, otros son alegres, también están los tristes, pero por más que sepamos que siempre habrán finales y comienzos, que llegará el momento que algo terminará y otra cosa comenzará,&lt;br /&gt;...nos cuesta entender por qué nos pasa a nosotros, principalmente cuando es triste.&lt;br /&gt;Es simplemente porqué nuestras vidas no es algo estático, estamos en constante cambio, en constante evolución. Tenemos caídas, a veces estamos en la cima del mundo y en otros estamos en lo más profundo de nuestra agonía. &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Y muchas veces para eso solo es necesario un segundo, esa maldita fracción de segundo en que el castillo que con tanto amor construimos en el arenero de nuestra vida es derribado por una simple brisa que ni sabemos de donde vino&lt;/span&gt;. Muchas veces nos preguntamos el porque algo que comienza eufóricamente y lleno de sentimientos se desvanece en medio de una realidad que no era la que conocíamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es simple, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;así es la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, nosotros tratamos de comprenderla y tratamos de que ella nos comprenda, imaginamos lo perfecto, pero vivimos de la realidad. &lt;i&gt;Y &lt;b&gt;muchas veces&lt;/b&gt; esa realidad no es la que esperábamos ni la que imaginábamos.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Muchas veces esa realidad nos alegra, en otras nos lastima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En algunos momentos nosotros provocamos finales y comienzos… lo mejor de ellos es que &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;siempre habrán de marcar nuestras vidas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;nos habrán de enseñar&lt;/b&gt; y &lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;le dan sentido&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;por más que a veces no le encontremos ese sentido&lt;/span&gt;… y siempre reclamamos de lo difícil que es la vida. Pero, un momento!! Y si no fuese difícil, si todo fuese fácil y servido… mmmm ¿no estaríamos reclamando de lo aburrida que es la vida? De seguro que si!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que para cada comienzo, o cada final es bueno que sepas que de seguro existe la posibilidad de que te caigas, &lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;muchas veces&lt;/span&gt;, que te lastimes &lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;cientos de veces&lt;/span&gt;, que te emociones y alegres &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;miles de veces&lt;/span&gt;… pero ya sea cual sea el modo que terminas algo o comienzas otro debes saber que &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; tendrás la oportunidad de levantarte&lt;b&gt; con más fuerza&lt;/b&gt; si te caes&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;b&gt; que puedes comenzar algo nuevo si terminas otro&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;que puedes acabar algo que comenzaste&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e69138;"&gt;siempre&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;tendrás la oportunidad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4008184877037931619?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4008184877037931619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/08/el-comienzo-y-el-final.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4008184877037931619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4008184877037931619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/08/el-comienzo-y-el-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TFi2_2Deh3I/AAAAAAAAATM/dVxAeCf1wFA/s72-c/leaving_to_start.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5482121156305797951</id><published>2010-07-27T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:49:49.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TE9wZ-bFR3I/AAAAAAAAATE/y8vIKtGBTfs/s1600/A_Walk_Above_the_Clouds_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TE9wZ-bFR3I/AAAAAAAAATE/y8vIKtGBTfs/s640/A_Walk_Above_the_Clouds_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando no puedas sortear las piedras del camino o los obstáculos que aparecen en tu vida, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;es mejor calzarse unas zapatillas,&lt;/b&gt; que alfombrar todo el mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5482121156305797951?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5482121156305797951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/cuando-no-puedas-sortear-las-piedras.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5482121156305797951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5482121156305797951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/cuando-no-puedas-sortear-las-piedras.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TE9wZ-bFR3I/AAAAAAAAATE/y8vIKtGBTfs/s72-c/A_Walk_Above_the_Clouds_by_Citrusfrukt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8649025088183469376</id><published>2010-07-26T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:47:19.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TE4efLWGqhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sHzsnbStwjo/s1600/maybe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TE4efLWGqhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sHzsnbStwjo/s320/maybe.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada paso, cada mañana, cada segundo… pensando en cambiar al mundo, caminando a solas, y sin futuro, negando lo obvio y perdiendo la fe en vos mismo… manteniendo el núcleo de quién sos intacto, y deseando que aquellos que creen que cambiastes, con el pasar del tiempo se den cuenta que la gente no cambia… que cada cual ...es cada cual… y dependiendo del tiempo ves menos o ves más…&lt;br /&gt;Decime vos si se puede volver atrás, decime vos si podes volver sobre tus pasos y cambiar; &lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;decime vos, si no es más que perder el tiempo lo que haces al volver atrás&lt;/i&gt;, decime vos si no es más complicado caminar hacia delante,&lt;i&gt; y olvidar&lt;/i&gt;; decime vos, si acaso seguis viviendo en el pasado, y si todo aquello por lo que has luchado alguna vez, tuvo sentido, si aquello por lo que luchaste y perdiste ahora tiene más sentido, decime vos… …&lt;br /&gt;Y hay días que es mejor no levantarse… pero esos días están para que al siguiente, intentes cambiar lo que ese día falló… y te den la oportunidad de alguna manera,&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;cambiar&lt;/b&gt; ese mal sabor de boca que se te quedó al acabar ese dia....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-8649025088183469376?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8649025088183469376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/cada-paso-cada-manana-cada-segundo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8649025088183469376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8649025088183469376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/cada-paso-cada-manana-cada-segundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TE4efLWGqhI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sHzsnbStwjo/s72-c/maybe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-7255069794190217278</id><published>2010-07-17T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:12:03.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Los que trabajan tienen miedo de perder el trabajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Los que no trabajan tienen miedo de no encontrar nunca trabajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quien no tiene miedo al hambre, tiene miedo a la comida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Los automovilistas tienen miedo de caminar y los peatones tienen miedo de ser atropellados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;La democracia tiene miedo de recordar y el lenguaje tiene miedo de decir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Los civiles tienen miedo a los militares, los militares tienen miedo a la falta de armas, &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;las armas tienen miedo a la falta de guerras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Es el tiempo del miedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Miedo de la mujer a la violencia del hombre y miedo del hombre a la mujer sin miedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Miedo a los ladrones, miedo a la policía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Miedo a la sin cerradura, miedo al tiempo sin relojes, &lt;i&gt;al niño sin televisión&lt;/i&gt;, miedo a la noche sin pastillas para dormir y miedo al día sin pastillas para despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Miedo a la multitud, miedo a la soledad, miedo a lo que fue y a lo que puede ser, miedo de morir,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;miedo de vivir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TEJvZktFAPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1yeNduIyXCA/s1600/don__t_be_afraid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TEJvZktFAPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1yeNduIyXCA/s400/don__t_be_afraid.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cambiemos esto.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-7255069794190217278?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/7255069794190217278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/los-que-trabajan-tienen-miedo-de-perder.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7255069794190217278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7255069794190217278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/los-que-trabajan-tienen-miedo-de-perder.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TEJvZktFAPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/1yeNduIyXCA/s72-c/don__t_be_afraid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2331287907594221130</id><published>2010-07-15T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:14:26.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TD-yaAz7OGI/AAAAAAAAASs/-mXrB6I_FSw/s1600/chimpanzee_thinking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TD-yaAz7OGI/AAAAAAAAASs/-mXrB6I_FSw/s400/chimpanzee_thinking.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La paradoja de nuestro tiempo es que:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tenemos edificios más altos, pero temperamentos &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;cortos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Autopistas más anchas, pero puntos de vista &lt;i&gt;más estrechos&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gastamos más, pero &lt;u&gt;tenemos menos&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Compramos más, pero &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;disfrutamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;menos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tenemos casas más grandes, pero familias más pequeñas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Más compromisos, pero menos tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tenemos más títulos, pero menos sentido común. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Más conocimiento, pero menos criterio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Más expertos, pero más&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;ble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Más medicinas y&lt;i&gt; menos salud.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Hemos multiplicado nuestras posesiones, &lt;b&gt;pero hemos reducido nuestros valores&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Hablamos mucho, amamos poco, odiamos &lt;i&gt;demasiado&lt;/i&gt;. Aprendimos a armar una vida pero &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;no a vivirla plenamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Hemos llegado a la luna y regresado, pero tenemos problemas a la hora de cruzar la calle y conocer a nuestro vecino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Hemos conquistado el espacio exterior, pero&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; no &amp;nbsp; el&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; interior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Limpiamos el aire, pero polucionamos nuestras &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;almas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Tenemos mayores ingresos, pero &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;menos&lt;/span&gt; moral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Hemos aumentado la cantidad, pero no la &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;calidad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Estos son tiempos de personas más altas, con caracteres más débiles, &lt;i&gt;con más libertad, pero menos alegría&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;con más comida pero menos nutrición&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Son días en los que llegan dos sueldos a casa pero aumentan los &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;divorcios&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Son tiempos de casas más lindas, &lt;b&gt;pero hogares &lt;i&gt;rotos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Un tiempo con &lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;demasiado&lt;/b&gt; en la vidriera y poco de puertas adentro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es un tiempo en que la tecnología puede hacerte llegar este mensaje y al mismo tiempo tú puedes decidir marcar la diferencia o apretar eliminar. "No guardes nada para una ocasión especial" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada día que vives es una ocasión especial, por eso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Lee más y limpia menos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Siéntate en la terraza y admira la vista&lt;i&gt; sin fijarte únicamente en las malas hierbas&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Pasa más tiempo con tu familia y amigos y menos tiempo trabajando. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; La vida es una sucesión de experiencias &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;para &lt;b&gt;disfrutar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;no para sobrevivir&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Usa tus copas de cristal, ponte tu nueva ropa para ir al supermercado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; No guardes tu mejor perfume para esa fiesta especial, úsalo &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;cada vez que te den ganas&lt;/span&gt; de hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Las frases "algún día", "uno de estos días"... &lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;quítalas de tu vocabulario&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Si vale la pena hacerlo, oírlo, verlo, quiero poder disfrutarlo &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;ahora&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si supiéramos el tiempo de vida que nos queda, seguramente desearíamos estar con nuestros seres queridos, iríamos a comer nuestra comida preferida, visitaríamos los sitios que amamos...&lt;br /&gt;Son pequeñas cosas las que nos harían enojar si supiéramos que nuestras horas están limitadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; Enojados porque dejamos de ver a nuestros mejores amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Enojados porque no escribimos aquellas cartas que pensábamos escribir "&lt;i&gt;uno de estos días&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;Enojados y tristes porque no dijimos a nuestros padres, hermanos, hijos, sobrinos, amigos, &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;cuánto los queremos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por eso... no intentes retardar o detener o guardar nada que agregaría &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;risa y alegría&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;b&gt;tu &lt;/b&gt;vida, cada día, hora, minuto, semana…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2331287907594221130?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2331287907594221130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-paradoja-de-nuestro-tiempo-es-que.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2331287907594221130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2331287907594221130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-paradoja-de-nuestro-tiempo-es-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TD-yaAz7OGI/AAAAAAAAASs/-mXrB6I_FSw/s72-c/chimpanzee_thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-6388199367738892932</id><published>2010-07-12T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:58:08.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TDtlKuYuMbI/AAAAAAAAASk/mE7FVTRCBQ8/s1600/Run.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TDtlKuYuMbI/AAAAAAAAASk/mE7FVTRCBQ8/s640/Run.jpg" width="484" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando te sientas mal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mejor corredor no es la persona incansable &lt;br /&gt;que no se resiente por nada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no es aquel que tarda menos tiempo en llegar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No es aquel que olvida a sus compañeros de carrera,&lt;br /&gt;tampoco es el más robusto y fuerte físicamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;El mejor corredor es aquel que sencillamente... corre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;con lo que puede, con lo que tiene y es;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquel que tiene un objetivo concreto de llegada.&lt;br /&gt;Aquel para quien la meta se hace motivo &lt;br /&gt;de sus sueños e ideales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mejor corredor no es el que no se cansa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ni el que llega el primero. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino el que sencillamente... &lt;b style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;corre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos sos el mejor corredor de tu propia vida,&lt;br /&gt;vos el que soñas con esa meta cargada &lt;br /&gt;de ilusiones y generosidad.&lt;br /&gt;Sos fuerte, valiente, tenaz y constante &lt;br /&gt;y... &lt;i&gt;llegarás a la meta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorda que no vas solo en la carrera,&lt;br /&gt;que otros como vos tenemos sueños &lt;br /&gt;e ideales que compartir con vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a pesar de nuestras fuerzas físicas-psíquicas...&lt;br /&gt;por encima de ellas se encuentra Aquel que todo lo puede.&lt;br /&gt;Y Aquel que todo lo puede... corre a nuestro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Corre, &lt;i&gt;no te ancles&lt;/i&gt;, si no podes ir deprisa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;anda despacio, &lt;b&gt;a tu ritmo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nadie te pide que llegues a la meta ahora mismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ni en unas condiciones concretas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos queres , y yo quiero que corras, &lt;br /&gt;sencillamente... corre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vas solo, muchos corremos a tu lado,&lt;br /&gt;refresca tu sed con el alivio y consuelo de Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Descansa&lt;/span&gt; cuando sientas que tenes menos fuerzas pero...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;... no dejes de correr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-6388199367738892932?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/6388199367738892932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/cuando-te-sientas-mal.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6388199367738892932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6388199367738892932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/07/cuando-te-sientas-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TDtlKuYuMbI/AAAAAAAAASk/mE7FVTRCBQ8/s72-c/Run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5811135817137225428</id><published>2010-06-30T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:33:33.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TCubidzO2UI/AAAAAAAAASc/u2RqIsYKuF8/s1600/justwalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TCubidzO2UI/AAAAAAAAASc/u2RqIsYKuF8/s400/justwalk.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Caminando es la unica forma en la cual podemos llegar al lugar donde queremos estar. Y si nos escondemos en las tormentas, lluvias, o dificultades.. simplemente se tarda más, mucho más.. Brindemos por no esperar que las cosas nos lleguen por arte de magia, hay que cerrar los ojos, no piensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt; y empezar a caminar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;, en busca de lo que queremos.&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/5221295100835697725-5811135817137225428?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5811135817137225428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/caminando-es-la-unica-forma-en-la-cual.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5811135817137225428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5811135817137225428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/caminando-es-la-unica-forma-en-la-cual.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TCubidzO2UI/AAAAAAAAASc/u2RqIsYKuF8/s72-c/justwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5577009512101974557</id><published>2010-06-23T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T11:18:36.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TCJPEFUkNLI/AAAAAAAAASU/Btl247y6_Ag/s1600/4_am.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TCJPEFUkNLI/AAAAAAAAASU/Btl247y6_Ag/s320/4_am.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Si uno mismo no lucha por sus cosas, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; nadie &lt;/span&gt;lo hará. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5577009512101974557?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5577009512101974557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-uno-mismo-no-lucha-por-sus-cosas.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5577009512101974557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5577009512101974557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-uno-mismo-no-lucha-por-sus-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TCJPEFUkNLI/AAAAAAAAASU/Btl247y6_Ag/s72-c/4_am.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-1047605309944765142</id><published>2010-06-20T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T12:56:37.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TB5yHy2tznI/AAAAAAAAASM/DFWldIfUq2c/s1600/Glass_Ball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TB5yHy2tznI/AAAAAAAAASM/DFWldIfUq2c/s320/Glass_Ball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo arrojo una pelota contra una pared y vuelve con la misma fuerza. En relación a uno mismo, si arrojo pensamientos, palabras o acciones hacia afuera, ellos &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;vuelven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;con la misma intensidad&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pensalo ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-1047605309944765142?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/1047605309944765142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/yo-arrojo-una-pelota-contra-una-pared-y.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1047605309944765142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1047605309944765142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/yo-arrojo-una-pelota-contra-una-pared-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TB5yHy2tznI/AAAAAAAAASM/DFWldIfUq2c/s72-c/Glass_Ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-1734658455805620511</id><published>2010-06-16T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:37:22.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TBlDBxbQiNI/AAAAAAAAASE/U3n0uQlza0g/s1600/Free_Fallin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TBlDBxbQiNI/AAAAAAAAASE/U3n0uQlza0g/s320/Free_Fallin.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca rompes un racimo de uva , nunca tendrás un vaso de vino sobre tu mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca te arriesgas a perder, nunca te das la oportunidad de ganar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca afrontas la pena de partir, nunca conocerás la alegría del regreso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca sufres muriéndote en la siembra, nunca te gozarás renacido en la cosecha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca te dueles bajo el peso de tu culpa, nunca saborearás el alivio del perdón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca mueles los granos de tu trigo, nunca conocerás el sabor del pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca afrontas el miedo de dejar de ser como eres, nunca descubrirás la alegría de ser como puedes ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca estás dispuesto a dejar todo lo que tienes, nunca sentirás que lo tienes libremente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca estás dispuesto a morir por una causa, nunca sabrás para qué vives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Si nunca encaras tu pena y dejas de reír para llorar, nunca conocerás la dicha del que deja de llorar para reír.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #45818e;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si nunca te arriesgas a cruzar el río, nunca sabrás lo que te aguarda en la otra orilla...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-1734658455805620511?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/1734658455805620511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-nunca-rompes-un-racimo-de-uva-nunca.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1734658455805620511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1734658455805620511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/si-nunca-rompes-un-racimo-de-uva-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TBlDBxbQiNI/AAAAAAAAASE/U3n0uQlza0g/s72-c/Free_Fallin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5075497567338190617</id><published>2010-06-12T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:48:52.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TBQcs2K-2gI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WKRoYSiviHI/s1600/black__white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TBQcs2K-2gI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WKRoYSiviHI/s320/black__white.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre van a estar las cosas buenas y las malas.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre, las personas que te hacen bien y las que hacen mal.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre cosas que tenes, y cosas que queres.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estan los sueños por cumplir, y otros que dejaste atras a medida que vas creciendo.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ahi que olvidarse de esto. Existe lo malo y lo bueno.&lt;br /&gt;Lo malo no siempre es malo, si se tiene la capacidad de poder verlo con otros ojos..&lt;br /&gt;Son cosas de la vida.&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aveces, pensamos que somos angel o demonio. Pero, todos llevamos dentro una parte buena y  otra mala. Según potenciemos una u otra, va a salir más nuestro lado oscuro o  nuestro lado bondadoso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somos lo que aprendimos en la vida, y la  consecuencia de haber vivido, tanto los buenos como los malos momentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Somos un c&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;onjunto de elementos, sensaciones y actos,  &lt;i&gt;que no podemos clasificar en buenos o malos&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;En la diversidad está la  vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sin ella no habríamos podido sobrevivir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Se encuentra en nuestro  mundo y a nuestro lado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;Por lo tanto, potenciar una actitud u otra, nos va a llevar a ser más un ángel o un demonio, pero &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;no vamos a dejar de tener  parte de los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5075497567338190617?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5075497567338190617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/siempre-van-estar-las-cosas-buenas-y.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5075497567338190617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5075497567338190617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/siempre-van-estar-las-cosas-buenas-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TBQcs2K-2gI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WKRoYSiviHI/s72-c/black__white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-6848192849275171197</id><published>2010-06-06T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:29:40.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TAxLCKbapqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FRU2hioopK8/s1600/day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TAxLCKbapqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FRU2hioopK8/s320/day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La vida es &lt;u&gt;una&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No te arrepientas de nada y nunca pares de.. bueno.. &lt;b&gt;de vivirla&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-6848192849275171197?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/6848192849275171197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-vida-es-una.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6848192849275171197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6848192849275171197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-vida-es-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TAxLCKbapqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FRU2hioopK8/s72-c/day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-570990573642273764</id><published>2010-05-28T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:23:16.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TAAJXyyi0lI/AAAAAAAAARs/5n-Fwaq80vg/s1600/sun_bath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TAAJXyyi0lI/AAAAAAAAARs/5n-Fwaq80vg/s320/sun_bath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,arial,verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Borrón&lt;/b&gt; y cuenta nueva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,arial,verdana;"&gt;La vida sigue...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-570990573642273764?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/570990573642273764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/05/borron-y-cuenta-nueva.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/570990573642273764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/570990573642273764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/05/borron-y-cuenta-nueva.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/TAAJXyyi0lI/AAAAAAAAARs/5n-Fwaq80vg/s72-c/sun_bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-347414567086651881</id><published>2010-05-02T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:58:48.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S92g-xH9p9I/AAAAAAAAARk/zT9DqqTIpEw/s1600/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S92g-xH9p9I/AAAAAAAAARk/zT9DqqTIpEw/s400/heart.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990033; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Buscas alegría en  torno a ti y en el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990033;"&gt;¿&lt;i&gt;No sabes que sólo nace en el fondo del  corazón&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-347414567086651881?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/347414567086651881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/05/buscas-alegria-en-torno-ti-y-en-el.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/347414567086651881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/347414567086651881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/05/buscas-alegria-en-torno-ti-y-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S92g-xH9p9I/AAAAAAAAARk/zT9DqqTIpEw/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5259563626220841504</id><published>2010-04-27T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:31:12.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S9cs8Mx9rNI/AAAAAAAAARc/ngnQn6SV3h4/s1600/f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S9cs8Mx9rNI/AAAAAAAAARc/ngnQn6SV3h4/s320/f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una sonrisa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es la  luz en la ventana de tu cara,&lt;br /&gt;que avisa a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la gente que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;tu corazón  está en casa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5259563626220841504?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5259563626220841504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/04/una-sonrisa-es-la-luz-en-la-ventana-de.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5259563626220841504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5259563626220841504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/04/una-sonrisa-es-la-luz-en-la-ventana-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S9cs8Mx9rNI/AAAAAAAAARc/ngnQn6SV3h4/s72-c/f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8720541782607514247</id><published>2010-04-23T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:00:54.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S9IYWX0zHnI/AAAAAAAAARU/sBlss1uKUBM/s1600/All_I_see_is_LOVE_by_Roux_S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S9IYWX0zHnI/AAAAAAAAARU/sBlss1uKUBM/s400/All_I_see_is_LOVE_by_Roux_S.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Valora &lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;la belleza&lt;/span&gt; de las cosas &lt;i&gt;simples&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-8720541782607514247?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8720541782607514247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/04/valora-la-belleza-de-las-cosas-simples.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8720541782607514247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8720541782607514247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/04/valora-la-belleza-de-las-cosas-simples.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S9IYWX0zHnI/AAAAAAAAARU/sBlss1uKUBM/s72-c/All_I_see_is_LOVE_by_Roux_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2851435738444808477</id><published>2010-03-24T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:51:35.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo By : http://marinshe.deviantart.com/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S6pQ1cOX_8I/AAAAAAAAARM/UHzw_rYexYI/s1600/Imagine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S6pQ1cOX_8I/AAAAAAAAARM/UHzw_rYexYI/s400/Imagine.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La vida es tan misteriosa y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a veces te trata mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;la vida es tan caprichosa,te quita y te da...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;la vida es tan sorda que le gritas&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y no escucha nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;la vida es un tesoro que hay que aprovechar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Suelta ya los sacos que no te dejaran volar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;qué dificil es respirar cuando duele el corazon, pero no sigas pensando, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olvida lo malo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La vida sigue&lt;/b&gt;, la vida suena, la vida tiene razones de más,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;la vida es vida &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y hay que vivirla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;levanta el vuelo para continuar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La vida es&lt;/b&gt;, la vida es,&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2851435738444808477?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2851435738444808477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/03/photo-by-httpmarinshedeviantartcom.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2851435738444808477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2851435738444808477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/03/photo-by-httpmarinshedeviantartcom.html' title='Photo By : http://marinshe.deviantart.com/'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S6pQ1cOX_8I/AAAAAAAAARM/UHzw_rYexYI/s72-c/Imagine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-7426679178672488330</id><published>2010-03-14T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:15:02.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S501fvA-LeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/nvLwtOpKWLw/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S501fvA-LeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/nvLwtOpKWLw/s320/p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448569943500926434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;No creo en el destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; creo que la vida se la tiene que ir forjando uno mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;No es lo mismo que la vida te dé golpes, a dejarte golpear por la vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Para todo siempre hay salida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Este juego tan sólo tiene dos partes, no hay empates.. quedas atrás o adelante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Decídelo en este instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-7426679178672488330?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/7426679178672488330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-creo-en-el-destino-creo-que-la-vida.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7426679178672488330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7426679178672488330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-creo-en-el-destino-creo-que-la-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S501fvA-LeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/nvLwtOpKWLw/s72-c/p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4871455057017340588</id><published>2010-03-11T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:11:57.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S5kyO-E3hhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eW3z5-NHlW0/s1600-h/Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S5kyO-E3hhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eW3z5-NHlW0/s320/Light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447440457044297234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aunque es dificil ver en la oscuridad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la noche siempre acaba y llega la Claridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4871455057017340588?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4871455057017340588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunque-es-dificil-ver-en-la-oscuridad.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4871455057017340588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4871455057017340588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/03/aunque-es-dificil-ver-en-la-oscuridad.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S5kyO-E3hhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eW3z5-NHlW0/s72-c/Light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2769833449268552003</id><published>2010-02-23T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:39:58.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S4RYJu8tocI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lOzrzRQHDvM/s1600-h/I__ve_Learned_by_73x45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S4RYJu8tocI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lOzrzRQHDvM/s200/I__ve_Learned_by_73x45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441571174015148482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Con el tiempo aprendí a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no creer en las palabras sino en las actitudes&lt;/span&gt;, porque a las primeras las rige la mente y las segundas son el reflejo de la esencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aprendí, que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cierto&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; primera &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impresión&lt;/span&gt; es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; que&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cuenta&lt;/span&gt;, que se necesita mucho más que eso para crear un concepto y ese punto todavía es relativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aprendí, que no importa lo que digan,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; si no hago lo que siento me estoy traicionando&lt;/span&gt; y a la larga el precio que se paga por eso es muy alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;Aprendí que&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; es más fácil levantarse de una caída&lt;/span&gt;, si me animo a saltar, que de una cobardía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Aprendí a ser libre, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reconociendo&lt;/span&gt; mis puntos débiles y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enfrentando&lt;/span&gt; mis miedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aprendí que no es el tiempo el que sana las heridas sino &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;el amor y la compañía&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Aprendí, que cuando se ama de verdad, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; vuelve a ser igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aprendí, que estar de un lado o estar de otro, es solo una barrera social, que cuando uno se atreve a escuchar la voz del corazón, crea su único y propio lado y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ese es el que en verdad cuenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aprendí a animarme, a arriesgarme, a jugarme y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; pelear por lo que creo&lt;/span&gt; que vale la pena, porque eso me hace sentir realmente viva, aunque se convierta a veces en algo peligroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;Aprendí&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a seguir&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; aún, cuando creo que no puedo más ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2769833449268552003?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2769833449268552003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/con-el-tiempo-aprendi-no-creer-en-las.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2769833449268552003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2769833449268552003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/con-el-tiempo-aprendi-no-creer-en-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S4RYJu8tocI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lOzrzRQHDvM/s72-c/I__ve_Learned_by_73x45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-9101124399215556758</id><published>2010-02-22T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:59:05.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S4LveWvV88I/AAAAAAAAAP0/nb8NwtRUk_s/s1600-h/Poor_is_Good_by_pcstreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S4LveWvV88I/AAAAAAAAAP0/nb8NwtRUk_s/s400/Poor_is_Good_by_pcstreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441174604596245442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Una vez un padre de una familia llevo a su hijo a un viaje por el campo con el proposito de que su hijo viera que tan pobres eran la gente del campo.&lt;br /&gt;Estuvieron por un dia y una noche completos en una granja de una familia campesina muy humilde, Cuando acabo el viaje, de regreso a casa, el padre le pregunta a su hijo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-¿Qué te parecio el viaje, hijo mío?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-! muy bonito Papa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-¿Viste que tan pobre puede ser la gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;-!Si!&lt;br /&gt;- ¿y que aprendiste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Vi que nosotros tenemos un perro en casa, ellos tienen cuatro,&lt;br /&gt;nosotros tenemos una alberca que llega de una barda a la mitad del jardin, ellos tienen un arroyo que no tiene fin ,&lt;br /&gt;nosotros tenemos unas lamparas importadas en el patio, ellos tienen las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;nuestro patio llega hasta la otra parte de la casa,y ellos tienen todo un inmenso campo como patio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuando acabo de hablar el hijo el padre se quedo mudo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;y su hijo dijo: -Gracias Papa, por enseñarme lo pobre que somos!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hay tantas cosas a nuestro alrededor que llegan a ser invisibles a nuestra vista. Aprendamos a apreciar tantas bellas cosas que tenemos a nuestro lado y vivir aferrados a ellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-9101124399215556758?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/9101124399215556758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/una-vez-un-padre-de-una-familia-llevo.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/9101124399215556758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/9101124399215556758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/una-vez-un-padre-de-una-familia-llevo.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S4LveWvV88I/AAAAAAAAAP0/nb8NwtRUk_s/s72-c/Poor_is_Good_by_pcstreet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-7048532040796404248</id><published>2010-02-19T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:36:42.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by ~lowapproach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S36vgeorF8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/UXi3ZtrsnM8/s1600-h/Tree_Of_Light_by_lowapproach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S36vgeorF8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/UXi3ZtrsnM8/s320/Tree_Of_Light_by_lowapproach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439978372424472514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;No puedes quedarte   e s p e r a n d o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;es tiempo de hacer &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;algo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;toma tu vida de raiz y dirijela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hacia donde seas &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-7048532040796404248?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/7048532040796404248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/by-lowapproach.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7048532040796404248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7048532040796404248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/by-lowapproach.html' title='by ~lowapproach'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S36vgeorF8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/UXi3ZtrsnM8/s72-c/Tree_Of_Light_by_lowapproach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-3363047476469042305</id><published>2010-02-17T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:16:22.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S3wyRf7JsvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Zw6oBAFPt0Q/s1600-h/Enjoy__by_ShadowsInMyEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S3wyRf7JsvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Zw6oBAFPt0Q/s400/Enjoy__by_ShadowsInMyEyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439277726165480178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Si mi mundo fuera a desmoronarse mañana, echaría la vista atrás a los placeres, las ilusiones y todo lo que ha merecido la pena y que, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por suerte he vivido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No evocaría las penas, ni los fracasos, ni los problemas, sino la alegría de todo lo demás,&lt;br /&gt;y realmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; me bastaría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-3363047476469042305?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/3363047476469042305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-mi-mundo-fuera-desmoronarse-manana.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3363047476469042305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3363047476469042305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-mi-mundo-fuera-desmoronarse-manana.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S3wyRf7JsvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Zw6oBAFPt0Q/s72-c/Enjoy__by_ShadowsInMyEyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5130144031616777603</id><published>2010-02-16T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:14:26.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S3rgRPYT6ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/t71CLcommyo/s1600-h/___Laugh____by_Jazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S3rgRPYT6ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/t71CLcommyo/s320/___Laugh____by_Jazer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438906086794193298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Una Sonrisa significa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Puesn eriquese a quien la recibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;sin empobrecer a quien la ofrece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Dura un segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; pero su recuerdo, a veces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca&lt;/span&gt; se Borra *. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5130144031616777603?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5130144031616777603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/una-sonrisa-significa-mucho-puesn.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5130144031616777603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5130144031616777603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/una-sonrisa-significa-mucho-puesn.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S3rgRPYT6ZI/AAAAAAAAAPc/t71CLcommyo/s72-c/___Laugh____by_Jazer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5865113872129911737</id><published>2010-02-15T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:45:20.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S3ncKtcAa6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SWRDje0vkSw/s1600-h/sky_by_Fu11Co11apse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S3ncKtcAa6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SWRDje0vkSw/s400/sky_by_Fu11Co11apse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438620101580450722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;La verdad es que cada día se aprende algún truquillo más para aprovechar mejor esto que llamamos “vida”, a mi la mía me ha enseñado de todo, y mientras creía aprender unas cosas… aprendía otras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Supongo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; sin darme cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; aprendí a querer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;el valor de la sinceridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; y a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;reconocer la ventaja que le lleva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;el corazón a la razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. Aprendí a superar que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;puedes perder a un amigo por muy bien que lo trates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; que algunos seguirán a tu lado aunque no lo merezcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. Y todo aquello que aprendes, gradúa y altera tu escala de valores, y un día reconoces lo que es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;verdaderamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5865113872129911737?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5865113872129911737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-verdad-es-que-cada-dia-se-aprende.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5865113872129911737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5865113872129911737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-verdad-es-que-cada-dia-se-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S3ncKtcAa6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SWRDje0vkSw/s72-c/sky_by_Fu11Co11apse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-7777784944059815588</id><published>2010-02-02T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:48:02.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creer en uno mismo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S2hzFQ-de4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/7jU3POr74GE/s1600-h/1857657751_small_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S2hzFQ-de4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/7jU3POr74GE/s400/1857657751_small_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433719484715989890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Creer&lt;/span&gt; en lo imposible &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;es algo que casi nadie cree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Observar el cielo por un rato,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;es sentirse en las nubes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Caminar por la calle, es avanzar cada paso, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;superandolo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nada ni nadie te puede derrotar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;es creer en uno mismo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-7777784944059815588?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/7777784944059815588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/creer-en-uno-mismo.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7777784944059815588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7777784944059815588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/creer-en-uno-mismo.html' title='Creer en uno mismo.'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S2hzFQ-de4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/7jU3POr74GE/s72-c/1857657751_small_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5448371157264127738</id><published>2010-02-01T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:26:40.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S2dws5mpZ9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z8Cnot98zg8/s1600-h/5cf3d0dcad4a41b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S2dws5mpZ9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z8Cnot98zg8/s400/5cf3d0dcad4a41b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433435392125265874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;La felicidad es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;te&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rior&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no exterior;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;por lo tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;no depende de lo que tenemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;sino de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;☼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5448371157264127738?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5448371157264127738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-felicidad-es-in-te-rior-no-exterior.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5448371157264127738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5448371157264127738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-felicidad-es-in-te-rior-no-exterior.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S2dws5mpZ9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/Z8Cnot98zg8/s72-c/5cf3d0dcad4a41b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-1668049320748421913</id><published>2010-01-29T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:58:21.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale la pena leer :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S2OuSmMKvxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Vyn6qZ3wt5A/s1600-h/Crazy_in_love_by_surrealistycznie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S2OuSmMKvxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Vyn6qZ3wt5A/s400/Crazy_in_love_by_surrealistycznie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432377210051411730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuentan que una vez se reunieron en un lugar de la tierra&lt;br /&gt;todos los sentimientos y cualidades de los hombres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ABURRIMIENTO&lt;/span&gt; había bostezado por tercera vez,&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, como siempre tan loca, les propuso:&lt;br /&gt;* ¿Vamos a jugar a las escondidas?&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;INTRIGA&lt;/span&gt; levantó la ceja intrigada&lt;br /&gt;y la &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;CURIOSIDAD&lt;/span&gt;, sin poder contenerse preguntó:&lt;br /&gt;* ¿A las escondidas? ¿Y cómo es eso?&lt;br /&gt;*Es un juego - explicó la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;en que yo me tapo la cara y comienzo a contar&lt;br /&gt;desde uno hasta un millón mientras ustedes&lt;br /&gt;se esconden y cuando yo haya terminado de contar,&lt;br /&gt;el primero de ustedes que encuentre ocupará&lt;br /&gt;mi lugar para continuar el juego.&lt;br /&gt;El &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ENTUSIASMO&lt;/span&gt; bailó secundado por la &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;EUFORIA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ALEGRÍA&lt;/span&gt; dio tantos saltos que terminó por convencer a&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;DUDA&lt;/span&gt;, e incluso a la &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;APATÍA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a la que nunca le interesaba nada.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no todos quisieron participar,&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;VERDAD&lt;/span&gt; prefirió no esconderse.&lt;br /&gt;¿Para qué?, si al final siempre la hallaban,&lt;br /&gt;y la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SOBERBIA&lt;/span&gt; opinó que era un juego muy tonto&lt;br /&gt;(en el fondo lo que le molestaba era que la idea no hubiese sido de ella)&lt;br /&gt;y la &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;COBARDÍA&lt;/span&gt; prefirió no arriesgarse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Uno, dos, tres... comenzó a contar la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;La primera en esconderse fue la &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;PEREZA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que como siempre se dejó caer tras la primera piedra del camino.&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FE&lt;/span&gt; subió al cielo&lt;br /&gt;y la &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ENVIDIA&lt;/span&gt; se escondió tras la sombra del &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;TRIUNFO&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;que con su propio esfuerzo había logrado subir&lt;br /&gt;a la copa del árbol más alto.&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;GENEROSIDAD&lt;/span&gt; casi no alcanzaba a esconderse,&lt;br /&gt;cada sitio que hallaba le parecía&lt;br /&gt;maravilloso para alguno de sus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;que sí ¿un lago cristalino?&lt;br /&gt;Ideal para la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;BELLEZA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Que sí la ¿hendija de un árbol?&lt;br /&gt;Perfecto para la &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;TIMIDEZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Que sí el ¿vuelo de la mariposa?&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor para la &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VOLUPTUOSIDAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Que sí ¿una ráfaga de viento?&lt;br /&gt;Magnífico para la &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así terminó por ocultarse en un rayito de sol.&lt;br /&gt;El &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ÍSMO&lt;/span&gt;, en cambio encontró un sitio muy bueno&lt;br /&gt;desde el principio, ventilado, cómodo... pero sólo para él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;MENTIRA&lt;/span&gt; se escondió en el fondo de los océanos&lt;br /&gt;(mentira, en realidad se escondió detrás del arco iris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PASIÓN&lt;/span&gt; y el &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DESEO&lt;/span&gt; en el centro de los volcanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;OLVIDO&lt;/span&gt;... se me olvidó donde se escondió...&lt;br /&gt;pero eso no es lo importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; contaba 999.99...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; aún no había encontrado sitio para esconderse,&lt;br /&gt;pues todo se encontraba ocupado...&lt;br /&gt;hasta que divisó un rosal y, enternecido,&lt;br /&gt;decidió esconderse entre sus flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Un millón- contó la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; y comenzó a buscar.&lt;br /&gt;La primera en aparecer fue la &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;PEREZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo a tres pasos de una piedra.&lt;br /&gt;Después se escuchó la &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discutiendo con Dios en el cielo sobre Teología&lt;br /&gt;y la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PASIÓN&lt;/span&gt; y el &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DESEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los sintió en el vibrar de los volcanes.&lt;br /&gt;En un descuido encontró a la &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ENVIDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y claro, así pudo deducir donde estaba el&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;TRIUNFO&lt;/span&gt;. Al &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ÍSMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tuvo ni que buscarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Él solito salió disparado de su escondite&lt;br /&gt;que había resultado ser un nido de avispas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto caminar sintió sed&lt;br /&gt;y al acercarse al lago descubrió&lt;br /&gt;a la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;BELLEZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y con la &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DUDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resultó más fácil todavía,&lt;br /&gt;pues la encontró sentada sobre una cerca&lt;br /&gt;sin decidir aún de qué lado esconderse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así fue encontrando a todos,&lt;br /&gt;el &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;TALENTO&lt;/span&gt; entre la hierba fresca;&lt;br /&gt;a la&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; ANGUSTIA&lt;/span&gt;, en una oscura cueva;&lt;br /&gt;a la &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;MENTIRA&lt;/span&gt; detrás del arco iris...&lt;br /&gt;(mentira, si ella estaba en el fondo del océano),&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;OLVIDO&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;que ya se le había olvidado que estaba&lt;br /&gt;jugando a las escondidas,&lt;br /&gt;pero sólo el &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; no aparecía por ningún sitio.&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; buscó detrás de cada árbol bajo,&lt;br /&gt;cada arroyuelo del planeta,&lt;br /&gt;en la cima de las montañas&lt;br /&gt;y cuando estaba por darse por vencida&lt;br /&gt;divisó un rosal y las rosas...&lt;br /&gt;Y tomó una horquilla y comenzó a mover las ramas,&lt;br /&gt;cuando de pronto un doloroso grito se escuchó.&lt;br /&gt;Las espinas habían herido en los ojos al &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; no sabía qué hacer para disculparse,&lt;br /&gt;lloró, rogó, imploró, pidió perdón&lt;br /&gt;y hasta prometió ser su lazarillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde entonces, desde que por primera vez se jugó&lt;br /&gt;a las escondidas en la Tierra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¡¡¡ EL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AMOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ES CIEGO&lt;/span&gt; Y LA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIEMPRE&lt;/span&gt; LO ACOMPAÑA !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No esta echo por mi, es un texto que lo encontre por ahi- &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo queria compartir ya que me parecio algo muy lindo y muy cierto a la vez :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5221295100835697725-1668049320748421913?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/1668049320748421913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/vale-la-pena-leer.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1668049320748421913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1668049320748421913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/vale-la-pena-leer.html' title='Vale la pena leer :)'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S2OuSmMKvxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Vyn6qZ3wt5A/s72-c/Crazy_in_love_by_surrealistycznie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5792259102716046806</id><published>2010-01-24T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:25:06.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by_aeon_100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1ychv8IEaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/y_VzL7oICU4/s1600-h/Treasure_by_aeon_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1ychv8IEaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/y_VzL7oICU4/s320/Treasure_by_aeon_100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430387354320245154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cuenta la leyenda que un hombre escucho decir que la felicidad era un tesoro, a partir de aquel instante comenzo a buscarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Primero se aventuró por el placer y por todo lo sensual, luego por el poder y la riqueza, después por la fama y la gloria, y así fue recorriendo el mundo del orgullo, del saber, de los viajes, del trabajo, del ocio y de todo cuanto estaba al alcance de su mano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;En una parte del camino vio un letrero que decía: "Le quedan dos meses de vida". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Aquel hombre, cansado y desgastado por los sinsabores de la vida, se dijo: Estos dos meses los dedicare a compartir todo lo que tengo de experiencia, de saber y de vida con las personas que me rodean y aquel buscador infatigable de la felicidad, solo al final de sus días, encontró que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;en su interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;, en lo que podía compartir, en el tiempo que le dedicaba a los demás, en la renuncia que hacía de si mismo por servir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;estaba el tesoro que tanto había deseado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Comprendio que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para ser feliz se necesita amar, aceptar la vida como viene, disfrutar de lo pequeño y de lo grande, conocerse a sí mismo y aceptarse así como se es, sentirse querido y valorado, pero también querer y valorar, tener razones para vivir y esperar y también razones para morir y descansar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Entendió que&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; la felicidad brota en el corazón&lt;/span&gt;, la ternura y la comprension, que son instantes y momentos de plenitud y bienestar, que esta unida y ligada a la forma de ver a la gente y de relacionarse con ella, que siempre esta de salida y que para tenerla hay que gozar de paz interior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Finalmente descubrió que cada edad tiene su propia medida de felicidad y en su mente recordó aquella frase que dice: "Cuanto gozamos con lo poco que tenemos, y cuanto sufrimos por lo mucho que echamos de menos." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Ser Feliz, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es una actitud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:200%;"  &gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5792259102716046806?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5792259102716046806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/byaeon100.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5792259102716046806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5792259102716046806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/byaeon100.html' title='by_aeon_100'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1ychv8IEaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/y_VzL7oICU4/s72-c/Treasure_by_aeon_100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4720702680963904627</id><published>2010-01-22T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:45:51.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by_Pitrisek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1nyNolx6FI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rAQ61WJona4/s1600-h/FEAR_In_My_Eyes_by_Pitrisek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1nyNolx6FI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rAQ61WJona4/s200/FEAR_In_My_Eyes_by_Pitrisek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429637141819942994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No es malo&lt;/span&gt; tener miedo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lo malo es dejar que el miedo domine tu vida&lt;/span&gt;,porque entonces no tendras vida...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solo miedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4720702680963904627?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4720702680963904627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/bypitrisek.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4720702680963904627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4720702680963904627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/bypitrisek.html' title='by_Pitrisek'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1nyNolx6FI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rAQ61WJona4/s72-c/FEAR_In_My_Eyes_by_Pitrisek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4801541265249923494</id><published>2010-01-21T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:48:18.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1jLXQsTZsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6gdgc_splf8/s1600-h/la+sonrisa+CUESTA+MENOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1jLXQsTZsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6gdgc_splf8/s400/la+sonrisa+CUESTA+MENOS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429312951273350850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;La Sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;cuesta menos que la electricidad &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;y da más luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4801541265249923494?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4801541265249923494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-sonrisa.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4801541265249923494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4801541265249923494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-sonrisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1jLXQsTZsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6gdgc_splf8/s72-c/la+sonrisa+CUESTA+MENOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5936296339973314808</id><published>2010-01-20T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:05:56.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by_procrastinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1eaGFAXLJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vAliy_xMOew/s1600-h/Blast_from_the_Past_by_procrastinations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1eaGFAXLJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vAliy_xMOew/s320/Blast_from_the_Past_by_procrastinations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428977305032010898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos tenemos nuestra máquina del tiempo. Lo que nos lleva hacia atrás, son recuerdos; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lo que nos lleva hacia adelante, son sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Las cosas más bonitas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a veces son las que menos se valoran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; y cuidas, hasta que por ti misma entiendes que es lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; de lo que verdaderamente estás segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para ser irremplazable, uno debe buscar siempre &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ser diferente&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/5221295100835697725-5936296339973314808?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5936296339973314808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/byprocrastinations.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5936296339973314808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5936296339973314808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/byprocrastinations.html' title='by_procrastinations'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1eaGFAXLJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vAliy_xMOew/s72-c/Blast_from_the_Past_by_procrastinations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2453927733728290304</id><published>2010-01-19T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:01:38.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by_Lucas__92</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1YrXAmCcUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mOCtbh-oheQ/s1600-h/marguerite_by_Lucas__92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1YrXAmCcUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mOCtbh-oheQ/s400/marguerite_by_Lucas__92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428574075138240834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Nasrudín, el monje Sufí, había decidido plantar flores en su jardín. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Para eso preparó el suelo, sembró semillas de las flores que le parecían más bellas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Cuando las flores comenzaron a nacer, observó con enfado que su jardín se iba llenando de flores que él no había elegido, especialmente de margaritas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Fue en busca de consejo especializado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Habló con todos los jardineros que conocía y leyó las instrucciones para librarse de las margaritas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Todo fue en vano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Las margaritas crecían cada vez más fuertes, se mezclaban con los claveles, con las dalias y con otras flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Por fin, decidió ir a la capital y entrevistarse con el jardinero real, jefe del jardín del palacio del Rey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;El sabio jardinero ya había aconsejado a muchos otros de cómo librarse de flores y plantas indeseables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Nasrudín contó su esfuerzo por librarse de las margaritas que crecían en su jardín. El viejo jardinero lo escuchó atentamente y después de un largo silencio dijo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;- Por lo visto, tienes que cambiar tu decisión y&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; aprender a amar a las margaritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2453927733728290304?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2453927733728290304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/bylucas92.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2453927733728290304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2453927733728290304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/bylucas92.html' title='by_Lucas__92'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1YrXAmCcUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mOCtbh-oheQ/s72-c/marguerite_by_Lucas__92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-1974976171519280821</id><published>2010-01-18T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:38:58.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by_L_Ashley17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1Tije_hinI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Yt_9unHzsT4/s1600-h/Tail__by_L_Ashley17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1Tije_hinI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Yt_9unHzsT4/s320/Tail__by_L_Ashley17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428212550131092082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Un gato grande ve como un gatito trata de agarrarse la cola y le pregunta: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: webdings;"&gt;-¿por qué lo haces? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: webdings;"&gt;-Porque he aprendido que lo mejor es la felicidad, y mi cola es la felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Y el gato grande respondió:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: webdings;"&gt;-Yo tambien sé que mi cola es la felicidad, pero me he dado cuenta que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuando la persigo se me escapa&lt;/span&gt; y cuando voy haciendo lo que tengo que hacer ella &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;viene detrás de mí&lt;/span&gt;... por donde quiera que yo vaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-1974976171519280821?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/1974976171519280821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/bylashley17.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1974976171519280821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1974976171519280821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/bylashley17.html' title='by_L_Ashley17'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1Tije_hinI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Yt_9unHzsT4/s72-c/Tail__by_L_Ashley17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-1891066070874700505</id><published>2010-01-17T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:41:52.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by_FigoTheCat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1PYQd3jz8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ow2TGVHOIVM/s1600-h/nation_and_river_by_FigoTheCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1PYQd3jz8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ow2TGVHOIVM/s400/nation_and_river_by_FigoTheCat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427919753318748098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: webdings;"&gt;Lo que ahoga a alguien no es caerse al rio, sino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: webdings;"&gt;mantenerse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: webdings;"&gt; sumergido en él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-1891066070874700505?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/1891066070874700505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/byfigothecat.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1891066070874700505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1891066070874700505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/byfigothecat.html' title='by_FigoTheCat'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S1PYQd3jz8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ow2TGVHOIVM/s72-c/nation_and_river_by_FigoTheCat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-7022959944230233961</id><published>2010-01-14T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:54:55.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by =MrStickman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S09Zt5dmpeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/daTVmNqXRsA/s1600-h/889d5adc2492c4328e836fb60f6d49d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S09Zt5dmpeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/daTVmNqXRsA/s320/889d5adc2492c4328e836fb60f6d49d9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426654721058711010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estaba en la escuela primaria, me dijeron que escriba que es lo que quería ser cuando sea grande.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que escribí fue &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me dijeron que no había entendido la consigna, les dije que&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no entendían la vida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-7022959944230233961?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/7022959944230233961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/by-mrstickman.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7022959944230233961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7022959944230233961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/by-mrstickman.html' title='by =MrStickman'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S09Zt5dmpeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/daTVmNqXRsA/s72-c/889d5adc2492c4328e836fb60f6d49d9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8911213893364277095</id><published>2010-01-13T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:59:51.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by_Grodden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S05QNwhUz8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/eL3db5MtUgw/s1600-h/Happy_Toe_by_Grodden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S05QNwhUz8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/eL3db5MtUgw/s400/Happy_Toe_by_Grodden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426362798321225666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada mañana al abrir mis ojos me digo: Yo, nadie más , tengo el poder de ser feliz o infeliz en este día. Puedo elegir cualquiera de las dos opciones. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El ayer se fue&lt;/span&gt;, esta muerto.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El mañana todabía no llegó&lt;/span&gt;. Tengo solo un dia, hoy , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y voy a ser  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feliz.&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/5221295100835697725-8911213893364277095?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8911213893364277095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/bygrodden.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8911213893364277095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8911213893364277095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/bygrodden.html' title='by_Grodden'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S05QNwhUz8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/eL3db5MtUgw/s72-c/Happy_Toe_by_Grodden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4076416660986918473</id><published>2010-01-10T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:21:44.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S0pu4hoewyI/AAAAAAAAANs/y6OlO4wziso/s1600-h/paredon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S0pu4hoewyI/AAAAAAAAANs/y6OlO4wziso/s320/paredon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425270618501071650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cada día&lt;/span&gt; trae siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;todo lo que no pasó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hoy tenés camino libre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ya sabés lo que es peor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hay quien siempre está llorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;y culpa todo alrededor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hay quien abre una ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;en medio del paredón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4076416660986918473?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4076416660986918473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/cada-dia-trae-siempre-todo-lo-que-no.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4076416660986918473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4076416660986918473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2010/01/cada-dia-trae-siempre-todo-lo-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/S0pu4hoewyI/AAAAAAAAANs/y6OlO4wziso/s72-c/paredon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-9127388569850156071</id><published>2009-12-21T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:38:58.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by_mr_twingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sy-yTwT0leI/AAAAAAAAANk/cr8ajNaKg08/s1600-h/can__t_stop_losing_control_by_mr_twingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sy-yTwT0leI/AAAAAAAAANk/cr8ajNaKg08/s400/can__t_stop_losing_control_by_mr_twingo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417744929205294562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El verdadero perdedor no es aquél que no gana.&lt;br /&gt;El verdadero perdedor es aquél que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiene tanto miedo&lt;/span&gt; a no ganar que&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ni siquiera lo intenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; siempre se llega alguna parte si se camina lo bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisá me canse y sea la hora de decir basta y ponerle&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; un punto&lt;/span&gt; a esta historia que&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; viene y va&lt;/span&gt;. Quisá me canse de guardar silencios que terminan haciendo mal, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;te quise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;, pero se quedó en el pasado.&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/5221295100835697725-9127388569850156071?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/9127388569850156071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/bymrtwingo.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/9127388569850156071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/9127388569850156071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/bymrtwingo.html' title='by_mr_twingo'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sy-yTwT0leI/AAAAAAAAANk/cr8ajNaKg08/s72-c/can__t_stop_losing_control_by_mr_twingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-6344192784566036836</id><published>2009-12-19T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:52:37.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by ~psychofunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sy1DYsGY-2I/AAAAAAAAANc/qQpJgSh9f3Y/s1600-h/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sy1DYsGY-2I/AAAAAAAAANc/qQpJgSh9f3Y/s400/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417060018230459234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recuerdo el sabor de aquel momento amargo,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sonaban esas risas, y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mi refugio era la soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando descubrí que era mejor callar, mis lágrimas salían mas &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;en mi eso era normal&lt;/span&gt;, no veía en mis actos&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt; la frialdad&lt;/span&gt;, era un gusto estar en lo oscuro, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;era más feliz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aun que no fuera verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;En medio de mentiras encontré mi realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Escribía por horas, también lloraba &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;después me secaba&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;era imposible volver a sentir algo&lt;/span&gt;, no sabia que día era, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perdí mi calendario de vida&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no tenia esperanza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ni me interesaba tenerla&lt;/span&gt;, esperaba &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y esperaba&lt;/span&gt;, y después, esperaba. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No sabia que llegaría, pero seguía sentada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-6344192784566036836?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/6344192784566036836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-psychofunk.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6344192784566036836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6344192784566036836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-psychofunk.html' title='by ~psychofunk'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sy1DYsGY-2I/AAAAAAAAANc/qQpJgSh9f3Y/s72-c/Alone_by_psychofunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-974538625101124211</id><published>2009-12-15T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:51:28.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprender a bailar en la lluvia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SyfZtCElhjI/AAAAAAAAANU/LG6p-utrAF4/s1600-h/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SyfZtCElhjI/AAAAAAAAANU/LG6p-utrAF4/s400/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415536444609758770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Si piensas que la luz del sol es la causa de la felicidad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;es por que todabía no has bailado en la lluvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;By =    Marinshe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-974538625101124211?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/974538625101124211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/aprender-bailar-en-la-lluvia.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/974538625101124211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/974538625101124211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/aprender-bailar-en-la-lluvia.html' title='Aprender a bailar en la lluvia.'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SyfZtCElhjI/AAAAAAAAANU/LG6p-utrAF4/s72-c/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-649287701424723153</id><published>2009-12-10T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:43:59.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V I V E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SyFwdOUGzhI/AAAAAAAAANE/hQhi0Daz-g0/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SyFwdOUGzhI/AAAAAAAAANE/hQhi0Daz-g0/s400/crazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413731874436992530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;By = MonoPhoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Podría hablar de cómo cambia la perspectiva de todo cuando realmente estás dispuesta a lograrlo.&lt;br /&gt;Podría describir qué se siente respirando el aire de carcajadas, intoxicándote de un optimismo que deshace las entrañas.&lt;br /&gt;Podría decir que es tiempo de pisar con garbo, bailar si quieres, sobre todo aquel pesimismo que caracterizó muchos días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es hora de no saber qué significa el tener la vista apuntando a los pies y los ojos cansados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienes que sacar del bolsillo la moneda con la otra cara hacia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arriba&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Demostrar que debajo de la piel existe alguien con cientos de inquietudes que ni el día a día puede subsanar, que está repleta de alicientes y motivaciones, que la conquistan las pequeñas cosas que nadie se da cuenta que regala al viento.&lt;br /&gt;Dar a conocer una sonrisa indeleble y una risa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;ifícil &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;squivar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mantén tu afán de agarrarte con fuerza a aquello que te proporciona confianza y felicidad, pero &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;no dejes que tu vida prenda de un hilo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Por lo tanto, sigue con esas personas que merecen un sitio en tu mente, o aún más, en tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;No vuelques tu existencia en días infinitos al lado de quién sabe quién, recuérdalos para saber que te pertenecen y que nadie podrá hacer que dejes de extrañar, pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;no sacrifiques tus días llorando por presencias que no están.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revive la locura que entonces tuvieron y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disfruta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;la sinrazón&lt;/span&gt; de los que corren&lt;/span&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/5221295100835697725-649287701424723153?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/649287701424723153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-monophoenix.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/649287701424723153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/649287701424723153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-monophoenix.html' title='V I V E'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SyFwdOUGzhI/AAAAAAAAANE/hQhi0Daz-g0/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-3792673117690182787</id><published>2009-12-04T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:34:26.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxmNfkylPyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lpN83NPwxt4/s1600-h/Keep_on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxmNfkylPyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lpN83NPwxt4/s400/Keep_on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411512000853655330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Decidí no esperar a las oportunidades sino yo misma buscarlas&lt;/span&gt;, d&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ecidí ver cada problema como la oportunidad de encontrar una solución&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;decidí ver cada desierto como la oportunidad de encontrar un oasis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;decidí ver cada noche como un misterio a resolver&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decidí ver cada día como una nueva oportunidad de ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Aquel día descubrí que mi único rival no eran más que mis propias debilidades, y que en éstas, está la única y mejor forma de superarnos, aquel día dejé de temer a perder y empecé a temer a no ganar, me dejó de importar quién ganara o perdiera, ahora me importa simplemente saberme mejor que ayer. &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Aprendí que lo difícil no es llegar a la cima, sino &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jamás dejar de subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;prendí que el mejor triunfo que puedo tener, es tener el derecho de llamar a alguien &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Amigo"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Descubrí que el amor es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;más&lt;/span&gt; que un simple estado de enamoramiento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aprendí que de nada sirve ser luz si no vas a iluminar el camino de los demás.&lt;/span&gt; Aquel día decidí cambiar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tantas&lt;/span&gt; cosas.. Aquel día aprendí que&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; los sueños son solamente para hacerse realidad&lt;/span&gt;, desde aquel día ya no duermo para descansar.. Ahora simplemente &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;duermo para soña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-3792673117690182787?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/3792673117690182787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/decidi-no-esperar-las-oportunidades.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3792673117690182787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3792673117690182787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/decidi-no-esperar-las-oportunidades.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxmNfkylPyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lpN83NPwxt4/s72-c/Keep_on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-6472354136837147016</id><published>2009-12-03T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:47:52.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxhNcEytZqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dUs7VOYJ_q0/s1600-h/Goodbye_Memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxhNcEytZqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dUs7VOYJ_q0/s320/Goodbye_Memories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411160097003759266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Añadir imagen" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Añadir imagen" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;Yo temía a estar sola, hasta que aprendí a quererme a mí misma.&lt;br /&gt;Yo temía fracasar, hasta que comprendí que únicamente fracaso si no lo intento.&lt;br /&gt;Temía a lo que la gente opinara de mí, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hasta que me dí cuenta de que de todos modos opinarían de mí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temía al dolor, pero me dí cuenta que es necesario para crecer, para hacerme fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Añadir imagen" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;Temía al ridículo, hasta que aprendí a reirme de mí misma. Pero sobre todas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;temía al pasado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que comprendí que no podía herirme más,que sólo&lt;br /&gt;puede regresar en forma de recuerdos, por lo tanto, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el pasado se va.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se recuerda, te hace daño, pero &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;el pasado siempre acaba lléndose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Añadir imagen" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-6472354136837147016?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/6472354136837147016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-temia-estar-sola-hasta-que-aprendi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6472354136837147016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6472354136837147016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-temia-estar-sola-hasta-que-aprendi.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxhNcEytZqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dUs7VOYJ_q0/s72-c/Goodbye_Memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8051981819627660043</id><published>2009-12-01T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:37:43.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxWoUCJRBVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OniRgg7VYss/s1600/i_feel_lost_by_stamatisdesiree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxWoUCJRBVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OniRgg7VYss/s400/i_feel_lost_by_stamatisdesiree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410415589482104146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si alguna vez te encuentras perdido, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alza tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;respira hondo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;y empieza &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Donde vive tu esperanza, encontrarás de nuevo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-8051981819627660043?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8051981819627660043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/si-alguna-vez-te-encuentras-perdido.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8051981819627660043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8051981819627660043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/12/si-alguna-vez-te-encuentras-perdido.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxWoUCJRBVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OniRgg7VYss/s72-c/i_feel_lost_by_stamatisdesiree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8797560684831883517</id><published>2009-11-30T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:01:43.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxQHzxx-tQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QrSaWRarcoE/s1600/Adelante.+por+los+sue%C3%B1os+que+nos+quedan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxQHzxx-tQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QrSaWRarcoE/s400/Adelante.+por+los+sue%C3%B1os+que+nos+quedan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409957638496498946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;por los sueños que nos quedan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-8797560684831883517?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8797560684831883517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/d-e-l-n-t-e-por-los-suenos-que-nos.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8797560684831883517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8797560684831883517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/d-e-l-n-t-e-por-los-suenos-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxQHzxx-tQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/QrSaWRarcoE/s72-c/Adelante.+por+los+sue%C3%B1os+que+nos+quedan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4108332233096218887</id><published>2009-11-29T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:16:48.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No te rindas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxLGqCOo3UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FHDpv35I9hE/s1600/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxLGqCOo3UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FHDpv35I9hE/s400/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409604527880461634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aceptar tus sombras, enterrar tus miedos,&lt;br /&gt;liberar el lastre, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; el vuelo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No te rindas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que la vida es eso&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;continuar el viaje, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; tus sueños,&lt;br /&gt;destrabar el tiempo, correr los escombros&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No te rindas&lt;/span&gt;, por favor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no cedas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;aunque el frío &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queme&lt;/span&gt;, aunque el miedo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muerda&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;aunque el sol &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se esconda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y calle el viento,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;aun hay fuego en tu alma, aun hay &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; en tus sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque la vida &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es tuya&lt;/span&gt; y tuyo también &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque lo has querido y porque te quiero&lt;br /&gt;porque existe el vino y el amor, es cierto&lt;br /&gt;porque &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;no hay heridas que no cure el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abrir las puertas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;quitar cerrojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abandonar&lt;/span&gt; las murallas que te protegieron...&lt;br /&gt;vivir la vida y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aceptar el reto&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;recuperar la risa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ensayar&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; un canto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajar la guardia y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extender las manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;despegar las alas e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;intentar de nuevo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;celebrar la vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;y retomar los cielos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No te rindas&lt;/span&gt;, por favor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no cedas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;aunque el frio queme, aunque el miedo muerda,&lt;br /&gt;aunque el sol se esconda y calle el viento,&lt;br /&gt;aun hay fuego en tu alma, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aun hay vida en tus sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;porque cada día es un comienzo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuevo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;porque esta es la hora y el mejor momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;porque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no estás sólo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4108332233096218887?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4108332233096218887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-te-rindas.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4108332233096218887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4108332233096218887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-te-rindas.html' title='No te rindas.'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxLGqCOo3UI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FHDpv35I9hE/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-3158305769045644656</id><published>2009-11-27T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:50:25.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxAPoaXb2nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YYgwB1INh4M/s1600/Destiempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxAPoaXb2nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YYgwB1INh4M/s320/Destiempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408840339418765938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Todo llega, dicen.... y es verdad, el problema no es si llega, sino &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando&lt;/span&gt; llega.&lt;br /&gt;Aveces las cosas llegan cuando ya es tarde, otras veces, lo que esperas llega antes...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;cuando no estas listo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo&lt;/span&gt; tiene su momento, antes o después de ese momento, nada próspera.&lt;br /&gt;El destiempo son dos calles que &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;nunca &lt;/span&gt;se cruzan.&lt;br /&gt;El destiempo es llegar cuando la fiesta &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: courier new;"&gt;termino&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;El destiempo no es solo que algo te llegue tarde, es también llegar tarde a eso, es no tocar a tiempo la nota justa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El destiempo es perder el tren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El destiempo es como una fruta verde, amarga.&lt;br /&gt;5 segundos &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;antes&lt;/span&gt;... puede ser el momento ideal, 5 segundos &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;después&lt;/span&gt;... el peor momento.&lt;br /&gt;El destiempo es un desencuentro, es sabiduría que llega &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuando ya no la necesitas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;El destiempo es una tarde fría en verano,&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; es lo opuesto al lugar y la hora indicada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;El destiempo es una discusión entre solos. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El destiempo es una ironía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-3158305769045644656?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/3158305769045644656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/destiempo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3158305769045644656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3158305769045644656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/destiempo.html' title='Destiempo.'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SxAPoaXb2nI/AAAAAAAAAMU/YYgwB1INh4M/s72-c/Destiempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-3043241817809830752</id><published>2009-11-23T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:30:41.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SwrUV-rG-VI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cHfEmkb9cQk/s1600/las+alegr%C3%ADas,+cuando+se+comparten,+se+agrandan..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SwrUV-rG-VI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cHfEmkb9cQk/s200/las+alegr%C3%ADas,+cuando+se+comparten,+se+agrandan..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407367776677853522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dicen         que &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;las alegrías, cuando se comparten, se agrandan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         Y que en cambio, con las penas pasa al revés. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Se achican.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         Tal vez lo que sucede, es que al compartir, lo que se dilata es el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         Y un corazón dilatado esta mejor capacitado para gozar de las alegrías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         y mejor defendido para que las penas no nos lastimen por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-3043241817809830752?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/3043241817809830752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/dicen-que-las-alegrias-cuando-se.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3043241817809830752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3043241817809830752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/dicen-que-las-alegrias-cuando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SwrUV-rG-VI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cHfEmkb9cQk/s72-c/las+alegr%C3%ADas,+cuando+se+comparten,+se+agrandan..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2674273056381545569</id><published>2009-11-10T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:11:08.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SvmsmsnNQbI/AAAAAAAAAME/viEM6cynLcc/s1600-h/Just_Enjoy__by_DawoX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SvmsmsnNQbI/AAAAAAAAAME/viEM6cynLcc/s400/Just_Enjoy__by_DawoX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402539008818233778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;l final, lo que importa no son los años de vida, sino la vida de los años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2674273056381545569?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2674273056381545569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/l-final-lo-que-importa-no-son-los-anos.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2674273056381545569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2674273056381545569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/l-final-lo-que-importa-no-son-los-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SvmsmsnNQbI/AAAAAAAAAME/viEM6cynLcc/s72-c/Just_Enjoy__by_DawoX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4422714407563658016</id><published>2009-11-06T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:02:18.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SvRyRcl6dQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5a5fC5n9nkY/s1600-h/dreamy_days_by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SvRyRcl6dQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5a5fC5n9nkY/s400/dreamy_days_by_ByLaauraa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401067497182622978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nunca se aprende a no caer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero sí a caer menos&lt;/span&gt;, y levantarse después de hacerlo. Si algo he podido aprender estos últimos años ha sido a saber que nada es imposible para el que quiere algo y lo da todo por ello. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;A veces las cosas parecen estar muy lejos, pero las tenemos más cerca de lo que creemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4422714407563658016?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4422714407563658016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/nunca-se-aprende-no-caer-pero-si-caer.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4422714407563658016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4422714407563658016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/nunca-se-aprende-no-caer-pero-si-caer.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SvRyRcl6dQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5a5fC5n9nkY/s72-c/dreamy_days_by_ByLaauraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-7623527414480459602</id><published>2009-11-05T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:38:17.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SvM3UsS3yDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LFQqhfb1UFs/s1600-h/devian+art+breath_of_the_summer__by_lanale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SvM3UsS3yDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LFQqhfb1UFs/s400/devian+art+breath_of_the_summer__by_lanale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400721206774581298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuando crees que el cielo te tragara, cuando piensas que al girar la esquina de la calle, los problemas los dejarás atrás y no los veras más, cuando piensas que tu vida realmente es un fracaso, cuando crees que el mundo está en contra de ti, cuando crees que las cosas no pueden ir a peor y hay algo que lo consigue, cuando las personas que quieres no están, cuando el frío de una vez por todas ya se instaló en tú corazón, cuando te sientes en el abandono, cuando te gustaría dejar de vivir, cuando quieres que el tiempo se pare, cuando quieres terminar con algo que no le puedes decir adiós, cuando quieres olvidar y no lo consigues, cuando crees que eres fuerte y sabes en el fondo que no lo eres, cuando sientas tantas cosas en una milésima de segundo, cosas que te haran explotar, que te haran decir barbaridades con todas las letras del abecedario y sobretodo que te haran llorar de rabia y también de tristeza. En esos momentos lo único que tienes que hacer es sonreír, tienes que dejar todo lo malo dentro del armario y salir de la habitación, salir corriendo y no parar. Tienes que arrancar los meses que pasaron del calendario, tienes que reír con carcajadas grandes, tienes que tararear alguna canción que no recuerdes, tienes que saltar encima de los charcos que dejo la lluvia por la mañana, tienes que sentirte feliz porque esta mañana te has levantado de la cama y has empezado un nuevo día. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No sabes&lt;/span&gt; cuando dejarás de levantarte por las mañanas y ver el sol salir por la ventana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Vive los días como si no hubiera un mañana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-7623527414480459602?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/7623527414480459602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuando-crees-que-el-cielo-te-tragara.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7623527414480459602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7623527414480459602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuando-crees-que-el-cielo-te-tragara.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SvM3UsS3yDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LFQqhfb1UFs/s72-c/devian+art+breath_of_the_summer__by_lanale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-5409436106069519758</id><published>2009-10-28T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:33:58.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La soledad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Suip2A706rI/AAAAAAAAALs/DnbFop5Zj6c/s1600-h/La+soledad+es+saber+que+la+piedad+de+los+dem%C3%A1s+no+existe,+que+la+infelicidad+les+causa+espanto+y+miedo+porque+temen+que+sea+contagiosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Suip2A706rI/AAAAAAAAALs/DnbFop5Zj6c/s400/La+soledad+es+saber+que+la+piedad+de+los+dem%C3%A1s+no+existe,+que+la+infelicidad+les+causa+espanto+y+miedo+porque+temen+que+sea+contagiosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397750898832501426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La soledad no es que no haya nadie. La soledad es ir acompañado por la calle, ver algo que nos llama la atención y saber que uno no puede comentarlo, porque al que viene al lado no le importa, o no escucha, o se encoge de hombros, o mira y ni siquiera se encoge de hombros.&lt;br /&gt;La soledad es estar esperando ,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; aunque el que esperemos esté junto a nosotros&lt;/span&gt;...junto , al lado...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero no CON NOSOTROS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oyéndonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;no escuchándonos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mirándonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pero no viéndonos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Estando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;no acompañando, ni participando, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni tratando&lt;/span&gt; de entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La soledad es querer gritar que aquí, dentro del pecho, se revuelve un dolor formado por silencios, llantos disimulados, &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;preguntas sin respuesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que no podamos decir que nos va mal, pero que tampoco podamos decir que hay una luz de entusiasmo y de ganas en nuestra vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Es &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que los demás lo vean a uno como apacible y dulce. Que piensen que esa apariencia es producto de una maravillosa paz interior, de una sabiduría que los años han ido dejando lujosamente en nuestro ser.&lt;br /&gt;La soledad es empezar a decir:&lt;br /&gt;"Me da lo mismo", o : "No te preocupes", cuando quisiéramos gritar: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"DEBE SER HOY Y AHORA", "QUIERO IR...QUIERO HACER...QUIERO VER...QUIERO HABLAR":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;La soledad es saber que la piedad de los demás no existe, que la infelicidad les causa espanto y miedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;porque temen que sea contagiosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;...es saber que para estar acompañados hay que bañarse, hay que peinarse bien, vestirse cuidadosamente y &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;parecer&lt;/span&gt; totalmente despreocupados y dichoso, sin necesidades apremiantes, sin problemas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;y sin que nadie, nadie se de cuenta que estás solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-5409436106069519758?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/5409436106069519758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-soledad.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5409436106069519758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/5409436106069519758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-soledad.html' title='La soledad.'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Suip2A706rI/AAAAAAAAALs/DnbFop5Zj6c/s72-c/La+soledad+es+saber+que+la+piedad+de+los+dem%C3%A1s+no+existe,+que+la+infelicidad+les+causa+espanto+y+miedo+porque+temen+que+sea+contagiosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2870744942616360178</id><published>2009-10-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:17:15.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las dificultades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SuXzIwrQtZI/AAAAAAAAALk/yiqWKAJypPI/s1600-h/Las+dificultades+se+nos+revelan+pues,+como+etapas+positivas+de+la+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SuXzIwrQtZI/AAAAAAAAALk/yiqWKAJypPI/s400/Las+dificultades+se+nos+revelan+pues,+como+etapas+positivas+de+la+vida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396987060304262546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as dificultades se nos revelan pues, como etapas positivas de la vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;ya que son ellas las que nos permiten llegar a la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;elicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2870744942616360178?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2870744942616360178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/las-dificultades.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2870744942616360178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2870744942616360178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/las-dificultades.html' title='Las dificultades...'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SuXzIwrQtZI/AAAAAAAAALk/yiqWKAJypPI/s72-c/Las+dificultades+se+nos+revelan+pues,+como+etapas+positivas+de+la+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8271372444548691286</id><published>2009-10-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:00:57.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insignificante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SuDVoQm3K2I/AAAAAAAAALc/w9OKj-mesXI/s1600-h/sorrow_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SuDVoQm3K2I/AAAAAAAAALc/w9OKj-mesXI/s320/sorrow_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395547241219304290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sus palabras se clavaron en mi pecho como si de pequeños cuchillos afilados se tratara. Fui notando, a medida de que mi cerebro procesaba sus palabras, como mi corazón se rasgaba y desesperado lloraba. Y de pronto, me sentí pequeña. &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Muy pequeña&lt;/span&gt;. Incluso más que las hormigas, más que los granos de arena... creo que la palabra que realemente busco es &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;insignificante&lt;/span&gt;. Sí, me sentí insignificante. Tan solo una muñeca que un niño toma de la calle y termina tirando, porque acaba rota. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Destruida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-8271372444548691286?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8271372444548691286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/insignificante.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8271372444548691286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8271372444548691286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/insignificante.html' title='insignificante'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SuDVoQm3K2I/AAAAAAAAALc/w9OKj-mesXI/s72-c/sorrow_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-3913477190721037363</id><published>2009-10-19T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:14:37.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StzUk62eguI/AAAAAAAAALE/xkKUqX7YFn0/s1600-h/Dream_on_by_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StzUk62eguI/AAAAAAAAALE/xkKUqX7YFn0/s400/Dream_on_by_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394420184421139170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Siempre solía decir que la vida no es más que un camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;uno que aunque quieras o no, muy a tú pesar debes recorrer atravesando diferentes obstáculos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;uno que siempre debes seguir hacía adelante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;sin ni siquiera pestañear hacía atrás a menos que sea para corregir errores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Muchas veces en mi trayecto no lo vi claro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;mil neblinas me impedían&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;el paso y fue precisamente ahí cuando debí de parar para analizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;mi anterior trayecto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;, para reflexionar sobre que cosas había hecho mal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;En mi opinión, de las grandes crisis que solemos atravesar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;esas mismas que nos bajan el animo, rompen nuestro corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;y nos llevan a la depresión, alguna enseñanza siempre nos queda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;todas esas experiencias te fortalecen, te hacen madurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;y porque no, sacarte la tremenda venda que quizás has llevado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;por años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Y todo aquel que dice que su camino ha sido creado por “Alguien más”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;miente descaradamente, el camino lo construimos nosotros mismos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;porque todo eso que la vida nos presenta no son más que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;las causas de lo que nosotros hemos cometido, de esos errores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;de esos pequeños aciertos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;todo no es más que una consecuencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;de nuestros propios actos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Y aunque muchas veces suela parecernos difícil afrontar esas responsabilidades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;asumir nuestros errores, debemos disponernos de voluntad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;ser muy firmes y actuar de la mejor forma posible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Porque como todo en la vida, después que las cosas te suceden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;podes entender los porqués de las mil preguntas que soles hacerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;mientras la vida va pasando;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Uno es dueño de su vida, de sus propias decisiones y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de lo que lo haga feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;la vida se vive mirando hacía delante y no hacía atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;para atrás están las enseñanzas, para delante queda el no cometerlas en tú futuro…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-3913477190721037363?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/3913477190721037363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/siempre-solia-decir-que-la-vida-no-es.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3913477190721037363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3913477190721037363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/siempre-solia-decir-que-la-vida-no-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StzUk62eguI/AAAAAAAAALE/xkKUqX7YFn0/s72-c/Dream_on_by_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-905306317698586540</id><published>2009-10-18T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:40:32.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueña</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sts2S00Z4HI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3b_wIBI_h90/s1600-h/Dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sts2S00Z4HI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3b_wIBI_h90/s320/Dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393964675750289522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cuando todo parece perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cuando la soledad y el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ensombrecen el pensamiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;existe un pequeño remedio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;simplemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt; soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cuando el desengaño toca tu puerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;y la desilucion paso&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sin avisar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;es dificil, pero inténtalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;simplemente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;cuando el amor parece insignificante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;y la vida la espalda te dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;busca la cura en tu corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;simplemente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-905306317698586540?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/905306317698586540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/suena.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/905306317698586540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/905306317698586540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/suena.html' title='Sueña'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sts2S00Z4HI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3b_wIBI_h90/s72-c/Dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-6990509535200172280</id><published>2009-10-16T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:11:12.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que es lo que nos motiva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StjsK36fLGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/OWEmq9XnAX0/s1600-h/Gone_with_the_wind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StjsK36fLGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/OWEmq9XnAX0/s400/Gone_with_the_wind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393320225328278626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qué es lo que nos motiva en la vida para poder seguir adelante, para nunca rendirnos, para no abandonar, para no decir &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;basta&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Y esperar ese momento justo, indicado,oportuno, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;; que nos devuelva todo lo que fuimos perdiendo para alcanzar un objetivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Qué se pierde cuando no logramos avanzar, cuando no vemos la luz, cuando creemos que&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "ese"&lt;/span&gt; fue el último partido&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Muchos nos dicen: "mantenete firme en la esperanza que va a rendir sus frutos" (y nosotros contestamos que si.. viéndolo todo negro).&lt;br /&gt;Nos entregamos  &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ciega y fervientemente&lt;/span&gt;  en busca de un objetivo que encontramos inalcanzable pero no imposible de lograr. Nos empeñamos en buscar venganza, revancha, alegría: en demostrar coraje, valor, una pared a la adversidad que no se derribe facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;Todos sabemos lo que nos cuesta y va a costar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que no se remontan los barriletes sin viento, y que el viento no sopla si no hay condiciones.&lt;/span&gt; Eso sí, presentes están, sólo hay que conectarlas: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ahí empieza.&lt;/span&gt; Eso muestra el principio de algo que no va a terminar rápido, algo que no se acaba facilmente. que no se lleva puesto a la ligera.&lt;br /&gt;Y si está todo, y lo mostramos &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;Qué no funciona&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt; La batalla empezó, la suerte ya está echada, el corazón se nos sigue muriendo,&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; pero no sé entiende por qué&lt;/span&gt;  todo se vuelve más negro cuando el empeño es el mayor posible. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No vemos donde está la luz de la que nos hablan.&lt;/span&gt; Pero la verdad es que está ahí, frente a nuestros ojos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y no queremos verla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;a carga es pesada, es la culpa, es el dolor, es el peso de pensar que defraudamos a alguien, es creer que rompemos ilusiones, pero más que nada es la frustración que nos provocamos  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s o l o s&lt;/span&gt; : y así la niebla se empieza a cerrar. Qué más nos piden cuando el efecto positivo no está, y lo bueno no se encuentra: nos piden todo. El que mira de afuera no sabe, &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pero escuchando se entiende.&lt;/span&gt; No hay nada que decir, la motivación se va consumiendo, la revancha no llega y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el callejón parece no tener salida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque el partido todavía no terminó, todavía estamos llegando al segundo tiempo y como todos sabemos puede ser el más&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impredecible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sólo tenemos que preguntarnos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cómo fue que llegamos a este partido&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Y aclarar que las cosas van a ser diferentes, no nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;Esto es tan simple como un juego de serpientes y escaleras: &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;es tan posible avanzar como caer,&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pero no te preocupes que los escalones están siempre a la mano para volver a subir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"No hay que darse por vencido ni aún vencido"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aire&lt;/span&gt; todavía nos queda y un tiempo más para seguir peleando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-6990509535200172280?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/6990509535200172280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-es-lo-que-nos-motiva.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6990509535200172280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6990509535200172280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-es-lo-que-nos-motiva.html' title='Que es lo que nos motiva.'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StjsK36fLGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/OWEmq9XnAX0/s72-c/Gone_with_the_wind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-7843030094478870167</id><published>2009-10-15T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:26:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El abrazo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Steer3jFXoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/li3rV9DIHa4/s1600-h/_Hug__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Steer3jFXoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/li3rV9DIHa4/s400/_Hug__.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392953555282124418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Al hablar de gestos que representan sentimientos podemos nombrar muchísimos, por ejemplo, un beso, un apretón de manos, una caricia en la mejilla, un guiño de ojo, una palmada en la espalda, y muchos más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pero hay un gesto que nunca podriamos pasar por alto, un gesto que a mi humilde entender, es capaz de hacer maravillas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;az&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Si, el abrazo, tan simple como suena, encierra mil sensaciones escondidas a la espera de quien sepa descubrirlas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;El abrazo no es solo apretar a quien nos haga compañia contra el pecho y nada más, sino que es, en primera instancia, símbolo de fraternidad, de comprención y de compatibilidad.&lt;br /&gt;Pero si vamos más allá en el asunto, podemos encontrar nuevas e inigualables experiencias en este gesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;errar los ojos y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sentir el corazón del otro golpear contra nuestro pecho&lt;/span&gt;, contra nuestro corazón que a la vez golpea contra el otro, escuchar esa converzación silenciosa entre ambos cuerpos, percibir el intercambio de energias, &lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;por que los sentimientos son energia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;errar los ojos y ser solo espíritu, ser, junto con el otro, &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;solo uno&lt;/span&gt;. Confundir nuestros límites corporales y pasar a planos donde lo sentimental rige y ordena.&lt;br /&gt;Abrazando, podemos sentir que aunque el mundo se venga abajo, nada nos sucederá, la suma de los dos es más fuerte que cualquier otra cosa, y al menos por ese momento de union, todos los problemas parecen tener solución, nada es tan malo ni tan terrible y los dolores se dejan vencer otorgando lugar a la paz y la alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;n abrazo, por más corta que sea su duración, &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;llena el espíritu, llena el corazón y nos renueva por dentro y por fuera&lt;/span&gt;. Un abrazo saca el frío, el frío del cuerpo y el frío del espíritu como así también el frío interno del corazón, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ese que muchas veces nuestra dura capa de orgullo no nos deja ver&lt;/span&gt;, pero que lo sentimos constantemente cuando estamos secos de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-7843030094478870167?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/7843030094478870167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-abrazo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7843030094478870167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7843030094478870167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-abrazo.html' title='El abrazo'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Steer3jFXoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/li3rV9DIHa4/s72-c/_Hug__.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2709602849435316568</id><published>2009-10-12T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:42:12.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting waiting wishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StO7WULLDzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xeJCoT9WqmI/s1600-h/Sitting__waiting__wishing_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StO7WULLDzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xeJCoT9WqmI/s400/Sitting__waiting__wishing_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391859170939703090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sentada,esperando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;deseando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo estube sentada, esperando,deseando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;que crelleras en superticiones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;entonces quizas así podrias ver las señales..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pero el Señor sabe que este mundo es cruel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;y yo no soy el señor,no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;solo soy tu bufón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Con aprender a amar a alguien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;no haces que él te ame también...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Deberia de estar siempre esperando,esperandote? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Deberia de estar siempre jugando,jugando a hacer tu bufón? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cante tus canciones, baile tu danza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;di a tus amigos una oportunidad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;tolerarlos,nunca fue suficiente para tenerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;quizas tu debiste de pensar esto antes  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pero es mi primera ves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;asi, que por favor ignora las siguientes líneas ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; por que van diriguidas a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo no puedo estar siempre esperando,esperandote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo no puedo estar siempre jugando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; jugando a ser tu bufon.&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/5221295100835697725-2709602849435316568?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2709602849435316568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-waiting-wishing.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2709602849435316568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2709602849435316568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/sitting-waiting-wishing.html' title='Sitting waiting wishing'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StO7WULLDzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xeJCoT9WqmI/s72-c/Sitting__waiting__wishing_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-1790396992795898334</id><published>2009-10-10T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:25:36.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ese hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StEIgpJkSOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fZ2ILDnDHZs/s1600-h/Waiting__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StEIgpJkSOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fZ2ILDnDHZs/s400/Waiting__.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391099585834010850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un día lo vas a querer a él otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero no va a estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un día vas a querer a ese hombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ese hombre que sabía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que no era perfecto, &lt;u&gt;pero trataba de ser perfecto&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; para vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ese hombre que todabía no puede permitirse odiarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a pesar que aveces lo merecías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ese hombre que atesoraba partes de vos que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nadie más pudo alguna vez apreciarlas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ese hombre que se dio cuenta que no podía tener tu corazón otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero llevaría tu foto con el &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;por siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ese hombre que ve esto y te sigue amando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ese hombre que esperó y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esperó a que cambies tu opinión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ese hombre que se dio por vencido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;por que vos se lo dijiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ese hombre tendría que tenerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero él &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nisiquiera piensa que lo merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-1790396992795898334?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/1790396992795898334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/ese-hombre.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1790396992795898334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1790396992795898334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/ese-hombre.html' title='Ese hombre'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StEIgpJkSOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fZ2ILDnDHZs/s72-c/Waiting__.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8811352065594528590</id><published>2009-10-07T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:46:49.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy  L I F E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Este es un video que encontre.. me parecio muuuy bueno . Son 7 minutos. Pero dice muchas verdades. Espero que les guste :) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgzHrI61CuM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgzHrI61CuM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-8811352065594528590?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8811352065594528590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/enjoy-l-i-f-e.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8811352065594528590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8811352065594528590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/enjoy-l-i-f-e.html' title='Enjoy  L I F E'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4216058322994206310</id><published>2009-10-06T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:49:23.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan frágil como el viento ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SsuwIgtkZRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gIhsg3CZsuQ/s1600-h/tan+fragil+como+el+viento.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389595039345435922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SsuwIgtkZRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gIhsg3CZsuQ/s400/tan+fragil+como+el+viento.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 259px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;or eso no te veía a los ojos, por que era&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;Por que podría haber dejado alguna huella o tal vez la historia completa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;or eso no te besaba&lt;/span&gt; , por que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moriría&lt;/span&gt; en tres segundos de mentira escondida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;Por que tu no me amabas ni querías hacerlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;Por que tu gastabas con &lt;span style="color: #66cccc;"&gt;alguien mas&lt;/span&gt; el tiempo,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; y yo &lt;/span&gt; era &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo un momento&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tan frágil &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;como el viento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #336666;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;Bueno, aprovecho la entrada para agradecer a http://misslonelygirl27.blogspot.com/ por el premio :) , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gracias ! &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;- ¿ Por que reís por todo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc66cc;"&gt;- No sé.. Soy así. ¿ Tiene algo de malo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;- No ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt; Me encanta que te rías .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;La frase Souvenir perdus significa Recuerdos Perdidos.&lt;br /&gt;.esta en frances..&lt;br /&gt;Por si alguien se preguntaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4216058322994206310?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4216058322994206310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/tan-fragil-como-el-viento.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4216058322994206310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4216058322994206310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/tan-fragil-como-el-viento.html' title='Tan frágil como el viento ...'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SsuwIgtkZRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/gIhsg3CZsuQ/s72-c/tan+fragil+como+el+viento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-582813390569508166</id><published>2009-10-05T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:15:22.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SsphD9sBmYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LCTSuVinEHo/s1600-h/En_el_precipicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SsphD9sBmYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LCTSuVinEHo/s400/En_el_precipicio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389226624828938626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;No creo que vértigo sea tenerle miedo a una altura real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; ni miedo a resbalar y caer de un lugar considerablemente alto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; ni pánico al ver el suelo tan bajo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Realmente sufrimos vértigo por la atracción incontrolable que siente nuestro cuerpo hacia el vacío del precipicio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;al ver que nos atrae algo que podría hacernos ''daño'' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nos asustamos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos apartamos del acantilado&lt;/span&gt; o simplemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cerramos los ojos&lt;/span&gt; frente a esa panorámica del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casi sin darme cuenta&lt;/span&gt; he trasladado esta definición a la vida real, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;al día a día&lt;/span&gt;, y me he dado cuenta de que todos nosotros, por mucho que no subamos de nivel en cuanto a alturas, sufrimos vértigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;No dejes de ver, decir, ir, sentir, por el miedo o respeto a esa atracción involuntaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Puede ser que lo notes por el particular hormigueo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;el que muchas veces sentimos con los pies en el suelo y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nos hace sentir que estamos a metros y metros de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;altura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Personalmente, ante el Vértigo, me lanzo al vacío antes que cerrar los ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-582813390569508166?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/582813390569508166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-creo-que-vertigo-sea-tenerle-miedo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/582813390569508166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/582813390569508166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-creo-que-vertigo-sea-tenerle-miedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SsphD9sBmYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LCTSuVinEHo/s72-c/En_el_precipicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8244578007409542719</id><published>2009-10-01T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:41:44.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is such a CRAZY thing ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SsUhQ_HjlUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HKFz2q4Zx78/s1600-h/the_crazy_thing_called_looove__by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SsUhQ_HjlUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HKFz2q4Zx78/s400/the_crazy_thing_called_looove__by_ByLaauraa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387749104923415874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  El amor es como una cosa   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;l o c a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  Nunca entiendí la manera en la que debia sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿ Es este amor real ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  He soñado con alguien como tu antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  Pero&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nunca&lt;/span&gt; pense en tener la oportunidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  De un romance con alguien como tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero que sientas lo mismo que yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  Tu eres mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  Mi unico amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  Cariño mi corazón pertenece a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No juegues conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  Si quieres amor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dejamelo saber&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/5221295100835697725-8244578007409542719?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8244578007409542719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-such-crazy-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8244578007409542719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8244578007409542719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-such-crazy-thing.html' title='Love is such a CRAZY thing &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SsUhQ_HjlUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HKFz2q4Zx78/s72-c/the_crazy_thing_called_looove__by_ByLaauraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-1960412386540972902</id><published>2009-09-24T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:36:39.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Srvl-Ii_mlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/L8fV7vmv1wM/s1600-h/Nada+merece+m%C3%A1s+la+pena+que+el+instante+que+tenemos+delante+y+el+siguiente,+y+la+oportunidad+de+hacerlo+diferente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Srvl-Ii_mlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/L8fV7vmv1wM/s400/Nada+merece+m%C3%A1s+la+pena+que+el+instante+que+tenemos+delante+y+el+siguiente,+y+la+oportunidad+de+hacerlo+diferente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385150635060468306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nada merece más la pena que el instante que tenemos delante y el siguiente, y la oportunidad de hacerlo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diferente ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/5221295100835697725-1960412386540972902?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/1960412386540972902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-merece-mas-la-pena-que-el-instante.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1960412386540972902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1960412386540972902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada-merece-mas-la-pena-que-el-instante.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Srvl-Ii_mlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/L8fV7vmv1wM/s72-c/Nada+merece+m%C3%A1s+la+pena+que+el+instante+que+tenemos+delante+y+el+siguiente,+y+la+oportunidad+de+hacerlo+diferente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-907029311874704171</id><published>2009-09-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:21:52.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SreLYdd-BcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t4r5BLARNQc/s1600-h/No+vivir+el+momento,+eso+ser%C3%ADa+materialista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SreLYdd-BcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t4r5BLARNQc/s400/No+vivir+el+momento,+eso+ser%C3%ADa+materialista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383925131888166338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;No vivir el momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;eso sería materialista&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;sino &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Soy consciente de que la mayoría de nosotros vive en la superficie sin apreciar lo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hermoso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que es estar sencillamente&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Así que... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;ante esto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo prefiero &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;disfrutarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-907029311874704171?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/907029311874704171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-vivir-el-momento-eso-seria.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/907029311874704171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/907029311874704171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-vivir-el-momento-eso-seria.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SreLYdd-BcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/t4r5BLARNQc/s72-c/No+vivir+el+momento,+eso+ser%C3%ADa+materialista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-7713286310791507693</id><published>2009-09-17T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:35:49.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y la aguja del reloj sigue girando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SrLjpVMb-OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G8VXByrnzQ8/s1600-h/la+aguja+del+reloj+sigui%C3%B3+girando,+como+siempre,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SrLjpVMb-OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G8VXByrnzQ8/s400/la+aguja+del+reloj+sigui%C3%B3+girando,+como+siempre,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382614803864615138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el sol salió &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;como todos los días,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;la aguja del reloj siguió girando, como siempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;una nueva mañana ha asomado por mi ventana, para no perder la costumbre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Porque &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la vida sigue&lt;/span&gt;, y el ciclo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por más que duela&lt;/span&gt; o no, no se para&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ni por nada, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ni por nadie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-7713286310791507693?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/7713286310791507693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-la-aguja-del-reloj-sigue-girando.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7713286310791507693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/7713286310791507693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-la-aguja-del-reloj-sigue-girando.html' title='Y la aguja del reloj sigue girando.'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SrLjpVMb-OI/AAAAAAAAAJE/G8VXByrnzQ8/s72-c/la+aguja+del+reloj+sigui%C3%B3+girando,+como+siempre,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-352089899245557345</id><published>2009-09-13T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:01:58.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicio del pecado ♣</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sq1buu8ZWpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iagCApDc_g0/s1600-h/vicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sq1buu8ZWpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iagCApDc_g0/s400/vicio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381057988211071634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Poco a poco voy besando el dulce miel de tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Con el miedo que me arropa por que no nos vean aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Lentamente voy despacio, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vas quitandote la ropa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;De repente &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;como loco&lt;/span&gt; te abalanzas sobre mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Infieles, luego que se encuentran el amor haciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Mientras sus parejas estan durmiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Y al dia siguiente me habla mi conciencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Y no me deja vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Nos llama &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;el vicio del pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seguimos cayendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;En la cama fuego como un infierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Sentenciame dios mio el dia del juicio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Pero ten piedad de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;No tenemos la culpa de amarnos asi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Somos seres humanos&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jugando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a mentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Enfrentando el destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Solo hay dos caminos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Amar&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ulpa&lt;/span&gt; del daño y el mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Que a nuestras parejas podamos causar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Nos veremos mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;A la misma hora, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;en el mismo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;No tenemos la culpa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-352089899245557345?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/352089899245557345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/vicio-del-pecado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/352089899245557345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/352089899245557345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/vicio-del-pecado.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Vicio del pecado&lt;/i&gt; &amp;clubs;'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sq1buu8ZWpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iagCApDc_g0/s72-c/vicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-812067627884493711</id><published>2009-09-11T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:11:32.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqsCPsci3CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AjyTMN-EMnM/s1600-h/SMILE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqsCPsci3CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AjyTMN-EMnM/s320/SMILE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380396648476367906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And you've got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; that could light up this whole town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I havent seen it in a while, since she brought you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You say you find I know you better than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hey, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing with a girl like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She wears high heels, I wear sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She's cheer captain,  and I'm on the bleachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dreaming about the day when you'll wake up and find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;what you're looking for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-812067627884493711?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/812067627884493711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/812067627884493711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/812067627884493711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqsCPsci3CI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AjyTMN-EMnM/s72-c/SMILE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8293329684817697087</id><published>2009-09-11T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:05:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqpmpkKN9UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wK7RXwI2leE/s1600-h/Acostumbraba+a+pensar+en+ti+de+ese+modo,+ya+sabes,+como+el+sol,+mi+propio+sol..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqpmpkKN9UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wK7RXwI2leE/s320/Acostumbraba+a+pensar+en+ti+de+ese+modo,+ya+sabes,+como+el+sol,+mi+propio+sol..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380225569114682690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Acostumbraba a pensar en ti de ese modo, ya sabes, como el sol, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mi propio sol.&lt;/span&gt; Tu luz compensaba sobradamente mis sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-8293329684817697087?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8293329684817697087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/acostumbraba-pensar-en-ti-de-ese-modo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8293329684817697087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8293329684817697087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/acostumbraba-pensar-en-ti-de-ese-modo.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqpmpkKN9UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wK7RXwI2leE/s72-c/Acostumbraba+a+pensar+en+ti+de+ese+modo,+ya+sabes,+como+el+sol,+mi+propio+sol..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-9031681393542419625</id><published>2009-09-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:23:03.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqmlqIDHbhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0S-JYO436Nc/s1600-h/looseanendless7me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqmlqIDHbhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0S-JYO436Nc/s320/looseanendless7me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380013373004410386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cómo olvidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;tu sonrisa&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cómo olvidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tu mirada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Como olvidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que rezaba &lt;u&gt;para que no te marcharas&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cómo olvidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;tus locuras&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cómo olvidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que volabas&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Como olvidar que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;aún te quiero&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-9031681393542419625?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/9031681393542419625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-olvidar-tu-sonrisa-como-olvidar-tu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/9031681393542419625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/9031681393542419625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-olvidar-tu-sonrisa-como-olvidar-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqmlqIDHbhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0S-JYO436Nc/s72-c/looseanendless7me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-1241084559390519165</id><published>2009-09-08T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:28:37.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sqbg1zCCBqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EAis5xmoDQ4/s1600-h/extra%C3%B1ar+a+una+persona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sqbg1zCCBqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EAis5xmoDQ4/s320/extra%C3%B1ar+a+una+persona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379234019777054370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Extrañar a una persona, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿ has llegado a sentir eso?&lt;/span&gt;.. Yo si... extraño el sentimiento de felicidad que me evargaba &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;antes&lt;/span&gt;.. extraño la ilusion de que llegue a mi el amor.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extraño sonreir de verdad y no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;extraño como mi corazon se desbocava &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada vez que te veia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; extraño tu calor.. extraño escribir sobre lo lindo que es el amor.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;extraño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;tu olor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; extraño a la persona que eras &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. extraño al chico que me decia&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;uiero&lt;/span&gt;.. extraño ver tus ojos y saber que me querias&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; o eso hacias que pensara..&lt;/span&gt; extraño todas las veces que me cantabas y tocabas la guitarra.. extraño tus besos.. extraño poder sentir tu mano con la mia.. extraño cuando me hablabas.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;¡ extraño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; cosas de ti !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Extraño al chico que eras &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, el chico que no me hacia llorar, el que me decia te quiero, cuidate o nos vemos mañana. Ahora ya ni me vez, ya ni me hablas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;pareciera que fuera como si me destestaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me duele extrañarte, pensarte &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;hasta imaginarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-1241084559390519165?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/1241084559390519165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/extranar-una-persona-has-llegado-sentir.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1241084559390519165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/1241084559390519165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/extranar-una-persona-has-llegado-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sqbg1zCCBqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EAis5xmoDQ4/s72-c/extra%C3%B1ar+a+una+persona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-3574202486216467190</id><published>2009-09-07T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:32:45.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqWl19fK52I/AAAAAAAAAGw/s0vaUw8pFow/s1600-h/Is_It_Love__by_ArmyBrat1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqWl19fK52I/AAAAAAAAAGw/s0vaUw8pFow/s320/Is_It_Love__by_ArmyBrat1521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378887676420876130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ave you ever wanted to ask a question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;But you didn't because you knew in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you wouldn't be able to handle the answer ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-3574202486216467190?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/3574202486216467190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3574202486216467190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3574202486216467190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqWl19fK52I/AAAAAAAAAGw/s0vaUw8pFow/s72-c/Is_It_Love__by_ArmyBrat1521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-6002656305886706007</id><published>2009-09-06T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:49:04.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqRVoaIbL-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f6LpcDABosE/s1600-h/looseanendless7me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqRVoaIbL-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f6LpcDABosE/s320/looseanendless7me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378518007685001186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ue &lt;u&gt;imposible&lt;/u&gt; sacar tus recuerdos de mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fue imposible olvidar que algún día &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yo te quise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anto tiempo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; paso desde el día que te fuiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;allí supe que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5221295100835697725-6002656305886706007?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/6002656305886706007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/f-ue-imposible-sacar-tus-recuerdos-de.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6002656305886706007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/6002656305886706007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/f-ue-imposible-sacar-tus-recuerdos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqRVoaIbL-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/f6LpcDABosE/s72-c/looseanendless7me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2260641572432807481</id><published>2009-09-05T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:07:52.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqLt-Qi9YRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9Dw6wFWnG98/s1600-h/rain_by_biblegeek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqLt-Qi9YRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9Dw6wFWnG98/s320/rain_by_biblegeek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378122558883062034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;sta eres tú, los ojos cerrados, bajo la lluvia. Nunca imaginaste que harías algo así, nunca te habías visto como… no sé como describirlo, como una de esas personas a las que le gusta la luna o que pasan horas contemplando el mar o una puesta de sol. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seguro que sabes de qué gente estoy hablando&lt;/span&gt;… o tal vez no. Da igual, a ti te gusta estar así, desafiando al frío, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sintiendo como el agua empapa tu camiseta y te moja la piel&lt;/span&gt;, y notar como la tierra se vuelve mullida bajo tus pies y el olor, y el sonido de la lluvia al golpear las hojas. Todas esas cosas que dicen los libros que no has leido. Esta eres tú, quién lo iba a decir… &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2260641572432807481?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2260641572432807481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2260641572432807481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2260641572432807481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/tu.html' title='Tú'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqLt-Qi9YRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9Dw6wFWnG98/s72-c/rain_by_biblegeek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-363700853412020319</id><published>2009-09-03T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:56:23.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqAOBmhZ9EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z0YU-U5ZbqI/s1600-h/celos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqAOBmhZ9EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z0YU-U5ZbqI/s320/celos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377313375763690562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;n viejo campesino estaba de mal humor contemplando los estragos de la inundación. “Hiram!” le gritó un vecino, “todos tus cerdos fueron a dar al riachuelo”.&lt;br /&gt;“¿Y los cerdos de Thompson?”, preguntó el campesino. “También”.&lt;br /&gt;“¿Y los de Larsen?”.&lt;br /&gt;“Igual”.&lt;br /&gt;“Uff!” masculló el campesino, alegrándose. “No es tan malo como pensé”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;i todos están en miseria, se siente bien; si todos están perdiendo, se siente bien. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si todos están felices y teniendo éxito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el sabor es muy amargo&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pero, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;por qué la idea del otro entra en tu cabeza en primer lugar&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Permíteme decirte: porque no has permitido que tu propia savia fluya; no has permitido que tu propia dicha crezca, no has permitido que tu propio ser florezca. De ahí que te sientas vacío por dentro y mires el exterior de cada uno, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;porque sólo se puede ver el exterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tú conoces tu interior y conoces el exterior de los otros: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; crea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;celos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Ellos conocen tu exterior y conocen su interior: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;crea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; celos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nadie más conoce tu interior.&lt;/span&gt; Y los otros en el exterior miran sonriendo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sus sonrisas pueden ser falsas&lt;/span&gt;, pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿cómo puedes saber que son falsas?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Quizás&lt;/span&gt; sus corazones también están &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Tú sabes que tu sonrisa es falsa, porque tu corazón no está para nada sonriendo, puede estar llorando y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lamentándose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tú conoces tu interioridad y sólo tú la conoces,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; más&lt;/span&gt;. Y conoces el exterior de todos y las personas han hecho hermoso su exterior. Los exteriores son piezas de exhibición &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y son muy engañosos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;p face="verdana" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Hace algún tiempo que este amor se acabó,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;ya todo estaba desierto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; pero al saber q&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ue hay otra que no soy yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, se ha desatado el infierno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que los besos que me dabas ayer ya tienen dueña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;, y hoy son para &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); text-align: right; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ver que ella también consigue hacerte reir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); text-align: right; font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;despierta otra vez mis ganas de tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-363700853412020319?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/363700853412020319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/celos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/363700853412020319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/363700853412020319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/09/celos.html' title='Celos'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SqAOBmhZ9EI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z0YU-U5ZbqI/s72-c/celos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4726452088719957297</id><published>2009-08-28T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:28:21.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Spg8GOqw-uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KvmSdiuiilk/s1600-h/It+is+better+to+be+hated+for+what+you+are+than+to+be+loved+for+what+you+are+not.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Spg8GOqw-uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KvmSdiuiilk/s320/It+is+better+to+be+hated+for+what+you+are+than+to+be+loved+for+what+you+are+not.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375112232981035746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It is better to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;for what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; than to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; for what &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4726452088719957297?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4726452088719957297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-better-to-be-hated-for-what-you.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4726452088719957297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4726452088719957297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-better-to-be-hated-for-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Spg8GOqw-uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KvmSdiuiilk/s72-c/It+is+better+to+be+hated+for+what+you+are+than+to+be+loved+for+what+you+are+not.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-3657001435357662130</id><published>2009-08-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:00:35.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SpceDGbEswI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K4oe_k646LA/s1600-h/A+veces,+basta+el+roce+de+un+dedo+para+que+abraces+a+todo+el+universo+....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SpceDGbEswI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K4oe_k646LA/s320/A+veces,+basta+el+roce+de+un+dedo+para+que+abraces+a+todo+el+universo+....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374797718902584066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;A veces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; basta el&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; roce de un dedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; para que abraces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;a todo el universo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-3657001435357662130?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/3657001435357662130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/08/veces-basta-el-roce-de-un-dedo-para-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3657001435357662130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/3657001435357662130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/08/veces-basta-el-roce-de-un-dedo-para-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SpceDGbEswI/AAAAAAAAAFo/K4oe_k646LA/s72-c/A+veces,+basta+el+roce+de+un+dedo+para+que+abraces+a+todo+el+universo+....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-723330744297170584</id><published>2009-08-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T09:53:08.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SpAf1e55orI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f5d-Sqryy7Y/s1600-h/Dance+like+nobody%27s+watching%3B+love+like+you%27ve+never+been+hurt.+Sing+like+nobody%27s+listening%3B+live+like+it%27s+heaven+on+earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SpAf1e55orI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f5d-Sqryy7Y/s320/Dance+like+nobody%27s+watching%3B+love+like+you%27ve+never+been+hurt.+Sing+like+nobody%27s+listening%3B+live+like+it%27s+heaven+on+earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372829359142445746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;#9829;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;like nobody's watching;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;like you've never been hurt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ike nobody's listening; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;like it's heaven on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&amp;#9833;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-723330744297170584?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/723330744297170584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/08/d-n-c-e-like-nobodys-watching-l-o-v-e.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/723330744297170584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/723330744297170584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/08/d-n-c-e-like-nobodys-watching-l-o-v-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SpAf1e55orI/AAAAAAAAAFY/f5d-Sqryy7Y/s72-c/Dance+like+nobody%27s+watching%3B+love+like+you%27ve+never+been+hurt.+Sing+like+nobody%27s+listening%3B+live+like+it%27s+heaven+on+earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4947173531989023098</id><published>2009-08-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:33:03.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SoHm6YUlJFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dERSnJBIOf0/s1600-h/goodbye_my_almost_lover_II_by_saragoetz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SoHm6YUlJFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dERSnJBIOf0/s320/goodbye_my_almost_lover_II_by_saragoetz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368826121437914194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me duele&lt;/span&gt; en el fondo de mi &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la herida &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;no ha cerrado todavía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no hay forma&lt;/span&gt; en que pueda&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; olvidarte&lt;/span&gt; yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/u&gt; te has llevado &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; intento olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;y te vuelvo a encontrar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siempre en cada rincón y debajo del mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;si me voy del planeta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;si en las noches yo duermo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ñ&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ú&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.  ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-4947173531989023098?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4947173531989023098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-duele-en-el-fondo-de-mi-corazon-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4947173531989023098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4947173531989023098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-duele-en-el-fondo-de-mi-corazon-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SoHm6YUlJFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dERSnJBIOf0/s72-c/goodbye_my_almost_lover_II_by_saragoetz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-8907540249358106657</id><published>2009-07-31T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:52:42.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SnPCWWQP7FI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pCz7dZsEWGk/s1600-h/z72342798.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364845270315035730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SnPCWWQP7FI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pCz7dZsEWGk/s320/z72342798.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 219px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu me dices que estas enamorado de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;j&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;No es que no me quiera quedar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; Pero cada vez que te acercas &lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;yo me alejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Quiero creer en todo lo que dices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; Porque suena &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt; bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; Pero si me quieres realmente, &lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ve despacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; Todavía hay cosas de mi que tienes que conocer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;# #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5221295100835697725-8907540249358106657?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/8907540249358106657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/07/tu-me-dices-que-estas-enamorado-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8907540249358106657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/8907540249358106657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/07/tu-me-dices-que-estas-enamorado-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SnPCWWQP7FI/AAAAAAAAAEY/pCz7dZsEWGk/s72-c/z72342798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-252306228665622016</id><published>2009-07-30T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:03:05.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Donde?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SnIHjEtcApI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/67RTXq_szEY/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SnIHjEtcApI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/67RTXq_szEY/s320/123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364358405292819090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;¿Donde quedo el amor en el que yo quería creer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;¿Donde quedo &lt;u&gt;la única esperanza&lt;/u&gt; de ayer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;¿Donde quedo el sueño del que baje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Donde quedo el niño que me decía querer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Donde quedo &lt;u&gt;tu dulzura&lt;/u&gt; que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; me hubiera gustado perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;¿Donde? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Donde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;¿Donde quedo &lt;u&gt;mi&lt;/u&gt; cuento de hadas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;¿Donde quedo el cuento donde por fin yo respiraba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;¿Donde quedaron &lt;u&gt;tus ojos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me miraban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;# #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;No hay nada que decir. El texto lo dice todo.. Fui, viajé , llegué , y no quiero volver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Él penso que le menti en una cosa.. no pude hacer nada. Le asegure que jamas le mentiria,que no le menti,que la mentira fue de otra persona y no mia..pero no me creyo. Creo que cuando ya no hay confianza..es muy dificil que haya algo de querer.. Asi , que, estoy intentando olvidarlo.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Otra  vez ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5221295100835697725-252306228665622016?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/252306228665622016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/07/donde.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/252306228665622016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/252306228665622016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/07/donde.html' title='¿Donde?'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SnIHjEtcApI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/67RTXq_szEY/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2940333709551826131</id><published>2009-07-11T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:38:09.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sljp8kXvmyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qcBOy0ZS5Cs/s1600-h/space_by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sljp8kXvmyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qcBOy0ZS5Cs/s320/space_by_ByLaauraa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357288983521893154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Si hay final es porque hubo recorrido, y si hay dolor es porque amamos lo vivido, aunque se ría el destino. Y las promesas suspendidas en el aire, se las va a llevar el tiempo cuando avance intentando encontrar si hay algún otro par donde encajen. Y los momentos tan intensos que nos dimos, en la mente ya ocuparon un buen sitio, y así van a quedar,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no se puede borrar lo vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2940333709551826131?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2940333709551826131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-hay-final-es-porque-hubo-recorrido-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2940333709551826131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2940333709551826131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-hay-final-es-porque-hubo-recorrido-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sljp8kXvmyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qcBOy0ZS5Cs/s72-c/space_by_ByLaauraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2042937512609104357</id><published>2009-06-20T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:53:48.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sj2POJcENvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5IEbW4B-eq8/s1600-h/goodbye+my+almost+lover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349589405600593650" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sj2POJcENvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5IEbW4B-eq8/s320/goodbye+my+almost+lover.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 180px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc66cc;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;, my almost lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;, my hopeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333300; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Can't you just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;let me b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;e &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Should've known you'd bring me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Almost lovers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5221295100835697725-2042937512609104357?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2042937512609104357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-my-almost-lover-goodbye-my.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2042937512609104357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2042937512609104357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-my-almost-lover-goodbye-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sj2POJcENvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5IEbW4B-eq8/s72-c/goodbye+my+almost+lover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-4712728474362680734</id><published>2009-06-12T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:18:40.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SjLW1cB25aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/geCwWdbrPuw/s1600-h/devian+art++A_fake_rose_by_scaret.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SjLW1cB25aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/geCwWdbrPuw/s320/devian+art++A_fake_rose_by_scaret.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346571921187595682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can do the math a thousand ways but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;you can't erase the facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That others come and others go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;always&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm a winter flower underground &lt;/span&gt;always thirsty for summer rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like the change of seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;you'll be back &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto By &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scaret&lt;/span&gt; Of DeviantArt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jajaj no puedo creer que haya escrito lo que escribi en la otra entrada u.u .. Ahora &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me arrepiento. &lt;/span&gt;Ahora sé que este blog lo hago para poder sacarme un poco todo esto que tengo adentro.. Si lo léen, bien, sino, no importa, me sirve igual ^^ como ya dije antes, para poder desquitarme de cosas que aunque se las diga a mis amigas siguen adentro mio. y necesito sacarlas .. escribirlas n.n .. Hoy paso algo&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;raro&lt;/span&gt;. Él volvio,(sisi, el mismo chico de la entrada anterior), justo cuando lo estaba olvidando, justo cuando estaba conociendo a otras personas.. él decidio por algun motivo, mandarme un mensaje.. al principio no sabía quien era. Porque lo borre de mi agenda en un momento de locura.. Su mensaje fue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hola como andas Meli&lt;/span&gt; (mi nombre xD) . Sí.fue seco su saludo.. pero más duro fue que me haya mandando un mensaje despues de un año. despues de el verano pasado que nos cruzabamos y no me decia ni un&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt;.. Despues cuando le pregunte quien era.. me contesto con un simple: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Toto&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (digamosle Toto xD). Y yo es como que en el fondo sentia que era él..pero no lo podia creer.. conosco varios "Totos" .. no me convencía.. no queria que vuelva la esperanza.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;esa esperanza que te la pueden sacar de un dia para otro dejandote en un estado como de &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;muerta&lt;/span&gt; por varios.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.vaaarios días.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Como una tonnta le pregunte si era él. El me dijo : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Si soy yo... Que haces ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;. También era una respuesta medio cortante..por como es él.. siempre tan alegre.. algo raro tenia todo esto..igual yo segui contestandole.. le conteste. y el me respondio: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yo estoy arreglando la bicicleta . &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Quiero saber como andas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Ese fue como el mensaje importante,mas lindo en otras palabras..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;¿ se estaba preocupando por mi ?&lt;/span&gt;Yo lo conosco muchisimo.. y esa misma pregunta me la hacia cuando él me veia rara o triste.. no era un simple "como andas ?" esa frase ,por lo menos antes, mostraba que se interesaba por mi,por como estaba.. Bueno no voy a seguir contando todo.. algunas partes importantes nada más. Asi no aburro con mi historia.. Despues de algunos mensajes se empezo a soltar un poco.. y ser mas &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Él&lt;/span&gt;, Empezo a hacer chistes.. y me hacia reir.. como siempre.  Despues de unos mensajes note que él me tenia &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;otra vez ilusionada u.u&lt;/span&gt; .. Y me dije que no podia seguir asi. Cuesta mucho que alguien cambie.. ¿ porque de un momento a otro decidio mandarme mensajes ?.. Asi que, le menti diciendole que me tenia que ir a natacion..&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;¿ Para qué le habre dicho eso ?&lt;/span&gt; .Me ilusiono más todabia.. respondiendome: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Uh :( . bueno seguimos tipo 19:00 hs. porque ahora tendria que estar haciendo ed fisica..pero prefiero hablar con vos., Te mando un beso &lt;/span&gt;.. nosé .. nosé para que me enriedo en esto otra vez. él cambio.. él ya no es el mismo, me va a lastimar otra vez.. Ahora en este momento son las 20hs.. no me habia dado cuenta.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;las 19hs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya pasaron&lt;/span&gt;. Otra vez. Se me fue la ilución .. Otra vez vuelvo a pensar en él, y otra vez me arrepiento de haber confiado en que él no era ese tipo de chicos que simplemente por aburrimiento empiezan a romper iluciones.. romper algo &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;lindo&lt;/span&gt;.. Me confundi. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y mucho&lt;/span&gt; . Él termino siendo como la gran mayoría .. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;¿ Donde quedo el chico que conoci hace tan poco ?&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;¿ Donde quedaron las tardes que pasaba con él ?&lt;/span&gt;.. riendome, viendo el tiempo pasar &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;volando&lt;/span&gt;.. Por ahi el sigue siendo esa persona con la que me siento &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;muy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; comoda&lt;/span&gt; llendo en bicicleta por toodo el pueblo. agarrados de las manos... haciendonos bromas mutuamente  .. Por ahi eso no se le fue, por ahi él no cambio.. pero, ¿ como lo voy a saber si no puedo confiar en él ?. ¿ Como lo voy a saber si él sigue &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jugando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;conmigo&lt;/span&gt;.. Basta . Esto va a terminar. Hasta que él no me demuestre lo contrario.. Obviamente no puedo decir: no lo voy a ver más.. porque vive en un lugar donde voy todos los años. cada 3 o 4 meses. siempre lo voy a estar viendo.. Lo que tengo que vencer es algo llamado ilución.. Esperanza. Ya no creo que vuelvan esos tiempos que pasaron..hace como 2 años- ya no. Hay que aprender a decir &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Adios.&lt;/span&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/5221295100835697725-4712728474362680734?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/4712728474362680734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4712728474362680734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/4712728474362680734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-for-now.html' title='Goodbye For Now'/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/SjLW1cB25aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/geCwWdbrPuw/s72-c/devian+art++A_fake_rose_by_scaret.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-3537972023251517169</id><published>2009-05-21T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:56:48.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/ShXnxV5IhmI/AAAAAAAAADo/Odi5hpvvtdY/s1600-h/Supiste+como+serlo+todo+y+transformarte+en+nada.+Supiste+como+jugar+el+juego" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338427768193975906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/ShXnxV5IhmI/AAAAAAAAADo/Odi5hpvvtdY/s320/Supiste+como+serlo+todo+y+transformarte+en+nada.+Supiste+como+jugar+el+juego" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 186px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supiste como serlo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; y transformarte en &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;. 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/ShXlTsTQ5hI/AAAAAAAAADY/CmK3kc20GYY/s320/Things+don%27t+happen+for+a+reason.+They+just+happen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338425059789825554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't happen for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;just happen&lt;/u&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/5221295100835697725-2820592505648786223?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2820592505648786223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-dont-happen-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2820592505648786223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2820592505648786223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-dont-happen-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/ShXlTsTQ5hI/AAAAAAAAADY/CmK3kc20GYY/s72-c/Things+don%27t+happen+for+a+reason.+They+just+happen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5221295100835697725.post-2639030615558934684</id><published>2009-05-10T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:20:47.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sgc2u6I0kMI/AAAAAAAAACs/YrZlGP5y6bI/s1600-h/no+puedo+controlarlo,+la+decepci%C3%B3n+es+un+sentimiento+tan+triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sgc2u6I0kMI/AAAAAAAAACs/YrZlGP5y6bI/s320/no+puedo+controlarlo,+la+decepci%C3%B3n+es+un+sentimiento+tan+triste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334292463151780034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No puedo controlarlo&lt;/span&gt;, la decepción es un sentimiento &lt;u style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tan triste&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5221295100835697725-2639030615558934684?l=souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/feeds/2639030615558934684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-puedo-controlarlo-la-decepcion-es-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2639030615558934684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5221295100835697725/posts/default/2639030615558934684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://souvenirs--perdus.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-puedo-controlarlo-la-decepcion-es-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Souvenirs perdus</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/StHsjxugZNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8i4lnfnEu5I/S220/Obsession_by_imaginary_imagery.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lq2lKAJuq8s/Sgc2u6I0kMI/AAAAAAAAACs/YrZlGP5y6bI/s72-c/no+puedo+controlarlo,+la+decepci%C3%B3n+es+un+sentimiento+tan+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
