<?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-8789909278746501562</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:58:50.044-07:00</updated><category term='Poema político'/><category term='Poema corto'/><category term='la guerra'/><category term='cuento de hadas'/><category term='poema a la felicidad efímera'/><title type='text'>Cuentos y Poemas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789909278746501562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link 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mezclándose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Es un deleite amarte así, sin pensar en el sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dormir sobre tus pechos desnudos mis pensamientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Clavarte una mirada y al rato besarte en la boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quiero recordarme de mis besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hacerte sentir lo que anhelo tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Respirar sobre vuestra piel, tensa y deliciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Y repetir muchas veces nuestro amor como venganza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No quiero despertar y ser testigo de tu ausencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;No quiero caminar acompañado de la soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quiero vivir sin que el mundo se entere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tu a mi lado solos seremos nuestro mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hoy disfrutemos de nuestro amor revolucionario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Vivamos de nuestra rebeldía danzante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Despertemos nuestras almas guerrilleras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Y gocemos de nuestras cinco auroras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Me extraña que la luna este a medias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Cuando nosotros nos amamos enteramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tu te duermes y yo aprovecho besarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yo te toco y tu me bañas con besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nuestro amor es simple y sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Y tu aún no lo crees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sabes que amarte es tan fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sabes que nuestra humedad refleja el sentido mutuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Clamas sin razón que mi huella no se borre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Habiendo dejado tu firma sobre mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Y clavando tu mirada en lo más profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Este día no se convierte en solo un símbolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Es nuestra quinta huella profunda de nuestra bella historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aquella que recordamos sutilmente mientras nos miramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aquella que se convierte en algo más que un bello recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789909278746501562.post-4914352061585770753</id><published>2010-01-09T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:02:22.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soledad y Compañia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CUSUARI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt; 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	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;No es lo que yo siento lo que me preocupa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;es lo que vayas a sentir tú&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;no son mis manos las que tiemblan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;pero siento que tiemblas tú&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;son&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mis ojos los que descubren &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;que tienes miedo de mirar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;y en tus palabras descubro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;que tienes mucho por contar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Por alguna razón siento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;que puedo confiar en ti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;pero tus acciones me demuestran&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;que quizás me confundí&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Eres tan diferente al resto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;y tan ajeno para mi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;que no logro comprender &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;que me une a ti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Quizás sea amistad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;o pueda ser simpatía&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Podría ser necesidad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;o un tanto de rebeldía&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Solo sé que en mi soledad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;eres de gran compañía&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;y tampoco quiero descubrir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;para que entraste a mi vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/8789909278746501562-4914352061585770753?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789909278746501562.post-7566957065682770292</id><published>2009-05-11T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:25:06.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madre mía</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos que me vieron nacer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me vigilan ahora al crecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tus manos que me dieron de comer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;son ahora las que beso al salir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Son tus palabras que me alentaron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y hoy por ella he triunfado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sólo faltan los te quiero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que me enseñaste a pronunciar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahora que estoy grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no encuentro palabra igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sólo un te amo Madre mía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no me dejes jamás de cuidar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te prometo que mientras yo viva&lt;br /&gt;no te dejaré de adorar.&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/8789909278746501562-7566957065682770292?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/7566957065682770292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/05/madre-mia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Que te quiero abrazar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja tus juguetes&lt;br /&gt;Y busca mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Tu con tus sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;Me harás participar&lt;br /&gt;En tu historia inocente&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero jugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son ahora tus ansias&lt;br /&gt;De llamar mi atención&lt;br /&gt;De que el mundo no exista&lt;br /&gt;Y que toda mi razón&lt;br /&gt;Seas tu mi inocencia&lt;br /&gt;Sea yo tu admiración.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-2509540149531813826?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/2509540149531813826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/04/inocencia.html#comment-form' title='0 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content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Los ojos espejos del alma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Su voz me suena a canción&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Su sonrisa ilumina mi alma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sus manos me dan protección&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son sus besos mi alimento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y sus lágrimas mi dolor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Son sus manos mi sustento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y sus consejos mi perfección&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No me dejes sola en el mundo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sin ti se va mi razón&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tú eres mi complemento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eres más que una atracción&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Esto es amor verdadero&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y lo viviré con pasión.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-5711565066918317499?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/5711565066918317499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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IRREAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///D:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tanta felicidad no es real&lt;br /&gt;Sólo pienso que la imagino&lt;br /&gt;Pues una ilusión divina&lt;br /&gt;No puede ser verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este mundo complicado&lt;br /&gt;Para buscar el amor latente&lt;br /&gt;es necesario ser paciente&lt;br /&gt;Para poder esperar&lt;br /&gt;Que el ser que me imagino&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú y nadie mas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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despertar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;Saltos y saltos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;Brincos y mimos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;Tus ojos divinos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;Me llaman mamá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;Palabras tan dulces&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span 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lang="ES-CO"&gt;¿Sabrás tu pequeña&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;Que eres mi niña?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;Aunque aún &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;En este mundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;Aun tú no estas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/8789909278746501562-6432673222745448919?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789909278746501562.post-3746871035943848379</id><published>2009-02-27T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:05:45.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEROE DE VILLANOS</title><content type='html'>Ojos que claman verdades&lt;br /&gt;Labios que suplican perdón&lt;br /&gt;Manos que exigen justicia&lt;br /&gt;Rostro que da compasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuerpo rendido entre rejas&lt;br /&gt;Mente perdida sin razón&lt;br /&gt;Su fuerza se quedo en la acera&lt;br /&gt;De la calle donde reclamó&lt;br /&gt;Justicia para  sus hermanos&lt;br /&gt;Por eso encerrado quedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora solo en el mundo&lt;br /&gt;El hombre sin nada quedo&lt;br /&gt;Pues la gente por la que luchó&lt;br /&gt;Nunca más lo vio o escucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que triste es ser el héroe&lt;br /&gt;De un mundo de villanos&lt;br /&gt;Mas triste es defender&lt;br /&gt;A quienes ahora te negaron su mano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-3746871035943848379?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/3746871035943848379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/02/heroe-de-villanos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789909278746501562/posts/default/3746871035943848379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789909278746501562/posts/default/3746871035943848379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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tocaban&lt;br /&gt;Mi pregunta es ¿habré tocado yo su corazón?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversaciones largas a distancia&lt;br /&gt;Juegos de niños y seducción&lt;br /&gt;Besos ocultos entre palabras&lt;br /&gt;Sentirá el una atracción?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sólo sé que su mirada&lt;br /&gt;Una vez me conquistó&lt;br /&gt;Su sonrisa me ilusionó&lt;br /&gt;Y en Sus palabras aún encuentro&lt;br /&gt;Algo más que a un amigo&lt;br /&gt;¿Serás tú el perfecto amor?.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-9129003017509604207?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/9129003017509604207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema a la felicidad efímera'/><title type='text'>Hipócritas</title><content type='html'>Pasiones prohibidas&lt;br /&gt;por mentes insanas&lt;br /&gt;mentes cargadas de frustración&lt;br /&gt;deseos mal vistos&lt;br /&gt;caricias ocultas&lt;br /&gt;temerosos del reproche social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La crueldad de los hombres&lt;br /&gt;se expresa entre dientes&lt;br /&gt;hipócritas mentes&lt;br /&gt;sonriendo a la cara escupiendo al voltear&lt;br /&gt;son ellos capaces&lt;br /&gt;de ser aún peores&lt;br /&gt;golpean la espalda&lt;br /&gt;de quien en su mundo&lt;br /&gt;no esconden la cara&lt;br /&gt;no ocultan su amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquellos que antes&lt;br /&gt;sentían repudio&lt;br /&gt;de amar con pasión&lt;br /&gt;son ahora ellos&lt;br /&gt;que claman y ansían&lt;br /&gt;morir por pasión&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789909278746501562.post-2922694052410666017</id><published>2009-02-09T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:55:45.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAS DIEZ COSAS QUE AMO DE TI</title><content type='html'>Amo tu sonrrisa y la manera como me haces reir&lt;br /&gt;Amo tus caricias y la forma de engreirte para mi&lt;br /&gt;Amo que me quieras pero más amo que te dejes querer por mi&lt;br /&gt;Amo el que me escuches pero más amo que me permitas escucharte a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo por que perdonas actitudes tontas de una infantil,&lt;br /&gt;pero más amo cuando me comprendes lo tonta que fui.&lt;br /&gt;Amo tu forma de amarme&lt;br /&gt;pero más amo lo que hiciste para enamorarme como una loca de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuentalas son diez..... por ahora.&lt;div 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AMO DE TI'/><author><name>Anabelen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789909278746501562.post-6838494003522544706</id><published>2009-02-09T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:53:43.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AL ESPEJO DESDE EL ESPEJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mirando al espejo&lt;br /&gt;que refleja una figura inerte&lt;br /&gt;una figura sin suerte&lt;br /&gt;vestida para el funeral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando desde el espejo&lt;br /&gt;observando una vida en plenitud&lt;br /&gt;una escultura sin protección&lt;br /&gt;un cuerpo de admiración&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando al espejo&lt;br /&gt;sintiéndose desagradable&lt;br /&gt;mirando su figura distorsionada&lt;br /&gt;por su mente traicionada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando desde el espejo&lt;br /&gt;su injusta destrucción&lt;br /&gt;una meta sin razón&lt;br /&gt;una falsa belleza "Su maldición"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando con la razón&lt;br /&gt;a una niña en un cajón&lt;br /&gt;vestida de funeral&lt;br /&gt;por culpa de un mundo ilógico y sin razón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-6838494003522544706?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/6838494003522544706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/02/al-espejo-desde-el-espejo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;con nuestros labios siempre juntos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nuestras miradas cruzadas y nuestros brazos entrelazados &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cual nudo de chicos scaut difícil de romper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mil horas transcurridas mirando tus lindos ojos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;susurrándote al oído dulces palabras de amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Días interminables de caricias fogosas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;queriendo gritarle al mundo nuestro gran amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pocas semanas de agonía sufriendo la triste espera de verte llegar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonriendo para mi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meses de sonrisas frágiles borradas por las palabras crueles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que brotan de mi y que te hacen llorar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Años de tenerte cerca, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pidiendo perdón a lo mudo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues lo que debemos escuchar es sólo mi amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues en una relación como la nuestra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amar significa nunca tener que decir “Lo siento”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-5615915838806658467?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/5615915838806658467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/02/amar-es-nunca-tener-que-decir-lo-siento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apariencia falaz... que crees tener, y que te engaña inadmisiblemente... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sin darte cuenta que la esencia de tu alma esta donde esta.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;solo que te es dificil entender con sinceridad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-2906845220494292269?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/2906845220494292269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-verdad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789909278746501562/posts/default/2906845220494292269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789909278746501562/posts/default/2906845220494292269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-verdad.html' title='LA VERDAD'/><author><name>Anabelen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789909278746501562.post-2830033037516271203</id><published>2009-02-09T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:46:52.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA AMISTAD</title><content type='html'>Para todas aquellas personitas que creen en la amistad sincera... Confía en mi, aún existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensé que en mi vida encontraría persona mas sincera,&lt;br /&gt;capaz de calmar penas con tan solo una mirada,&lt;br /&gt;capaz de perdonar mirando solo una sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;capaz de recordar lo que se llevo la brisa... No dejes nunca de ser la persona mas querida,&lt;br /&gt;no permitas que el silencio derrita nuestra amistad,&lt;br /&gt;de ti depende que mi vida sea felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;pues una amistad sincera es lo mejor que dios nos da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-2830033037516271203?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/2830033037516271203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-amistad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789909278746501562/posts/default/2830033037516271203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8789909278746501562/posts/default/2830033037516271203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-amistad.html' title='LA AMISTAD'/><author><name>Anabelen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789909278746501562.post-8071380574798812850</id><published>2009-02-09T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:46:04.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EL AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada me enamoro y tus palabras me cautivaron, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tus brazos fueron los remos que de ese océano me salvaron &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu silencio me arrulla y tus caricias me bañan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sólo me faltan tus labios que me acompañan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no quiero mas caminar si tu no estas a mi lado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;contigo el mundo es de miel y todo es como el helado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no me dejes mi bien...aunque yo no este a tu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-8071380574798812850?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/feeds/8071380574798812850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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vínculos de necesidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hombres con ansias, sueños y metas&lt;br /&gt;Que luchan bajo el sol sin descansar&lt;br /&gt;Cargan el agua, remueven la tierra&lt;br /&gt;Quieren cambiar el arenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabajan duro de sol a sol&lt;br /&gt;Cubriendo el frío tapando el sol&lt;br /&gt;Noches en vela con mano firme&lt;br /&gt;Construyen calles y hasta un mirador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo ha pasado&lt;br /&gt;La fuerza del hombre ha pasado también&lt;br /&gt;Sentado en la banca observa el distrito&lt;br /&gt;Cuyas manos dañadas&lt;br /&gt;La hicieron crecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora su tierra&lt;br /&gt;No es sólo un distrito&lt;br /&gt;Es el sueño que toda visita&lt;br /&gt;Ansía tener&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-8894178427490874336?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8789909278746501562.post-8943799678896160661</id><published>2009-02-08T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:45:26.299-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuento de hadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema corto'/><title type='text'>Cuento de Hadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tormenta de sueños&lt;br /&gt;Sonrisas que llaman&lt;br /&gt;Al Hada madrina&lt;br /&gt;De los cuentos de hadas&lt;br /&gt;Que con su magia&lt;br /&gt;Salvará al mundo&lt;br /&gt;De la enorme bestia malvada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8789909278746501562-8943799678896160661?l=cuentosypoemasdeanabeblen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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