<?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-5113668617682819917</id><updated>2012-01-02T08:58:55.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MI PEQUEÑO REFUGIO</title><subtitle type='html'>NO SOY RARA, SOLO SOY DIFERENTE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-412849702455690597</id><published>2011-05-11T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:34:25.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGO AQUI</title><content type='html'>No he desaparecido, simplemente me escondí&lt;br /&gt;No es que no tuviera que contar,&lt;br /&gt;simplemente me olvide de como hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;No logre unir las palabras que salían&lt;br /&gt;de cada poro de mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;No sabia como explicar la rabia,&lt;br /&gt;sin que se notara que fuera tal.&lt;br /&gt;Como hablar de las &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustraciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin sentirme mas frustrada.&lt;br /&gt;No he desaparecido, simplemente me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;escondí&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-412849702455690597?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/412849702455690597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2011/05/sigo-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/412849702455690597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/412849702455690597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2011/05/sigo-aqui.html' title='SIGO AQUI'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1539364701894734262</id><published>2009-12-09T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:46:43.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ES LO MEJOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sx9x5TCVCGI/AAAAAAAABS8/XMmd93Arv38/s1600-h/yuEwlnfrUNs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413170506299148386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sx9x5TCVCGI/AAAAAAAABS8/XMmd93Arv38/s320/yuEwlnfrUNs1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;siempre fue lo mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Se sabia,&lt;br /&gt;en algún lugar&lt;br /&gt;estaba escrito.&lt;br /&gt;No hay un adiós,&lt;br /&gt;porque nunca hubo un hola.&lt;br /&gt;El daño ya esta hecho,&lt;br /&gt;y me duele.&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;ya esta vacunado,&lt;br /&gt;y pronto todo&lt;br /&gt;un recuerdo será. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sx9xiX_CaMI/AAAAAAAABS0/udoMpgijTDM/s1600-h/WH5FCAYN3AU5CA3ZLTE3CAR6U620CA0RKCMPCAN2J50GCAUFWAU7CAOXY363CA2PXYDVCAX2TIJUCAQD5IBZCA0JP4D0CADC95A0CAAPMTECCAX3SZZHCAU9A3YLCAWYY5NHCAPU330DCA0MNO7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413170112490531010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sx9xiX_CaMI/AAAAAAAABS0/udoMpgijTDM/s320/WH5FCAYN3AU5CA3ZLTE3CAR6U620CA0RKCMPCAN2J50GCAUFWAU7CAOXY363CA2PXYDVCAX2TIJUCAQD5IBZCA0JP4D0CADC95A0CAAPMTECCAX3SZZHCAU9A3YLCAWYY5NHCAPU330DCA0MNO7E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volveré a ser,&lt;br /&gt;aquella que invente,&lt;br /&gt;Y lograre que mi cama&lt;br /&gt;ni te eche de menos.&lt;br /&gt;Es lo mejor,&lt;br /&gt;siempre fue lo mejor.&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/5113668617682819917-1539364701894734262?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1539364701894734262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/12/es-lo-mejor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1539364701894734262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1539364701894734262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/12/es-lo-mejor.html' title='ES LO MEJOR'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sx9x5TCVCGI/AAAAAAAABS8/XMmd93Arv38/s72-c/yuEwlnfrUNs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1331041080779811866</id><published>2009-12-01T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T07:26:54.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>POR FIN HICE LA MALETA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SxU1X6btPVI/AAAAAAAABSk/GqMkRkbLMKs/s1600/maltrato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410289212294249810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SxU1X6btPVI/AAAAAAAABSk/GqMkRkbLMKs/s320/maltrato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando me miro al espejo&lt;br /&gt;ya no me veo.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando hablo&lt;br /&gt;ya no me oigo.&lt;br /&gt;No se quien soy&lt;br /&gt;Ni recuerdo quien fui.&lt;br /&gt;Olvide los sueños&lt;br /&gt;Perdí las ilusiones.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que volverme&lt;br /&gt;a inventar.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que el espejo&lt;br /&gt;me devuelvo el reflejo.&lt;br /&gt;Cogí la maleta, en la que metí&lt;br /&gt;los restos que quedan de mí.&lt;br /&gt;Cerré la puerta sin portazos,&lt;br /&gt;sin ruido, en calma. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SxU1gCaTGHI/AAAAAAAABSs/i0d_DbOdGUo/s1600/maletaAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410289351874779250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SxU1gCaTGHI/AAAAAAAABSs/i0d_DbOdGUo/s320/maletaAS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el se quedo mirando,&lt;br /&gt;No grito.&lt;br /&gt;No insulto.&lt;br /&gt;No amenazo.&lt;br /&gt;No golpeo.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que por fin,&lt;br /&gt;me dejo marchar..&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/5113668617682819917-1331041080779811866?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1331041080779811866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-fin-hice-la-maleta.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1331041080779811866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1331041080779811866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-fin-hice-la-maleta.html' title='POR FIN HICE LA MALETA'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SxU1X6btPVI/AAAAAAAABSk/GqMkRkbLMKs/s72-c/maltrato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1429437198224326277</id><published>2009-10-01T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:13:25.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROBLEMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SsTxO0fbcqI/AAAAAAAABRs/S88UslQ9Odk/s1600-h/Guatemala_Amor_Pareja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387696291152884386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SsTxO0fbcqI/AAAAAAAABRs/S88UslQ9Odk/s320/Guatemala_Amor_Pareja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tus problemas,&lt;br /&gt;Mis problemas&lt;br /&gt;Te preocupas de los míos&lt;br /&gt;Me preocupo de los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;Las matemáticas son exactas&lt;br /&gt;cada uno ha doblado sufrimientos&lt;br /&gt;en nombre del amor&lt;br /&gt;Que mierda de palabra&lt;br /&gt;que hace que nos sintamos&lt;br /&gt;doblemente mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-1429437198224326277?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1429437198224326277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/10/problemas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1429437198224326277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1429437198224326277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/10/problemas.html' title='PROBLEMAS'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SsTxO0fbcqI/AAAAAAAABRs/S88UslQ9Odk/s72-c/Guatemala_Amor_Pareja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-8561287024618368673</id><published>2009-10-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:11:09.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿QUIEN TE PIDIO QUE LO HICIERAS?</title><content type='html'>Porque tuviste que enamorarte &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SsTE3RWlF7I/AAAAAAAABRc/Al4MCLQdCEU/s1600-h/sabanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387647508071913394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SsTE3RWlF7I/AAAAAAAABRc/Al4MCLQdCEU/s320/sabanas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién te pidió que lo hicieras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi reino es un caos&lt;br /&gt;donde soñar esta prohibido&lt;br /&gt;Donde no existe la línea&lt;br /&gt;entre la libertad y el libertinaje&lt;br /&gt;Donde creo las leyes&lt;br /&gt;para luego romperlas&lt;br /&gt;Donde cada noche es una aventura&lt;br /&gt;Y el amanecer me dibuja el rostro&lt;br /&gt;de quien pidió cobijo en mi sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paseaste por mi reino&lt;br /&gt;y te quedaste en el&lt;br /&gt;aceptando cualquier ley&lt;br /&gt;que quisiera imponer&lt;br /&gt;doblando tu pijama&lt;br /&gt;debajo de mi almohada,&lt;br /&gt;como el perro&lt;br /&gt;que marca su territorio,&lt;br /&gt;haciendo huir&lt;br /&gt;a todos los que venían&lt;br /&gt;a disfrutar en mi cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SsTFUIVdrhI/AAAAAAAABRk/v55k6oT247k/s1600-h/ff1c1dd4b13450886ac8551d23c5303d_we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387648003867520530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SsTFUIVdrhI/AAAAAAAABRk/v55k6oT247k/s320/ff1c1dd4b13450886ac8551d23c5303d_we.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;sin darme cuenta&lt;br /&gt;pones orden en mi caos&lt;br /&gt;poniendo te quieros en cada rincón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién te mando enamorarte de mi?&lt;br /&gt;con lo bien que estaba sin soñar.&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso como volver para atrás&lt;br /&gt;sin provocar una guerra&lt;br /&gt;en la que alguien salga herido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tuviste que enamorarte&lt;br /&gt;y lo peor, hacerlo de mi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-8561287024618368673?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/8561287024618368673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/10/quien-te-pidio-que-lo-hicieras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8561287024618368673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8561287024618368673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/10/quien-te-pidio-que-lo-hicieras.html' title='¿QUIEN TE PIDIO QUE LO HICIERAS?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SsTE3RWlF7I/AAAAAAAABRc/Al4MCLQdCEU/s72-c/sabanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-3322171342262723931</id><published>2009-07-20T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:30:37.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En este juego la toco perder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SmSbYS4MPFI/AAAAAAAABN0/ElsE-v2ejFs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360580298164419666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SmSbYS4MPFI/AAAAAAAABN0/ElsE-v2ejFs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ella dormía a su lado, tranquila y confiada, sabía que quien tenía al lado no era un enemigo o por lo menos ella lo creía así.&lt;br /&gt;De repente algo la despertó, y no podía moverse, algo la sujetaba, intento escapar pero no podía, recordaba esa situación, quizás solo fuera una pesadilla, y abrió los ojos, pero el rostro que vio, no era el que recordaba, no entendía que sucedía, porque volvía a pasar, sintió miedo, el mismo miedo de hace años, no sabia si gritar y defenderse o callar, y reconoció ese rostro, le pidió que la dejara pero no la oía, y grito más fuerte, y el se dio cuenta de lo que estaba haciendo, , pero ya era demasiado tarde, incluso tarde para las disculpas, ella apenas hablo, su sexo se rebelaba en pinchazos, dolían pero el dolor mas profundo era el del alma, el quería gritar, insultar, incluso darle de ostias, ¿para eso había vuelto?, pero ella no hizo caso, se acurruco en la cama agarrada a un cojín como si este pudiera protegerla y espero ha que se fuera… no lloro, no podía ni siquiera desahogarse de esa forma, solo pensar en que pudo hacer para que ocurriera…&lt;br /&gt;Mientras ya amanecía, cuando oyó el portazo de salida, se levanto, y se metió en la ducha, el agua fría la despertó del todo y recordó cada segundo, pero seguía sin poder llorar, froto su cuerpo para borrar todas las caricias que impregnaban su piel, volvió al dormitorio, quito las sabanas, sacudió el colchón y le dio la vuelta, necesitaba quitar el olor de el que impregnaba cada milímetro del colchón, aun sabiendo que ese olor tardara en desaparecer, es su forma de vengarse de el, sabe que esto le hará mas daño que cualquier ostia que pudiera haberle dado….&lt;br /&gt;Volvió a recoger los trozos de su alma y los guardo, donde siempre se tendrían que haber quedado, se los confió al demonio, seria el mejor guardián y ahora si, le haría caso………&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360580485950636194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SmSbjOb6gKI/AAAAAAAABN8/jd9DV2kMZro/s320/violacion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-3322171342262723931?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/3322171342262723931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-este-juego-la-toco-perder.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/3322171342262723931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/3322171342262723931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/07/en-este-juego-la-toco-perder.html' title='En este juego la toco perder'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SmSbYS4MPFI/AAAAAAAABN0/ElsE-v2ejFs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-2162718953501469356</id><published>2009-07-16T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:38:24.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RITMOS A DESTIEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sl9WzXMchUI/AAAAAAAABJg/J2lVM14KJcc/s1600-h/A_mujer_desnuda_notas_musicales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359097521993712962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sl9WzXMchUI/AAAAAAAABJg/J2lVM14KJcc/s320/A_mujer_desnuda_notas_musicales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus corazones laten a destiempo&lt;br /&gt;El de ella deprisa,&lt;br /&gt;concentrando en unos momentos&lt;br /&gt;el resto de su vida,&lt;br /&gt;sin preocuparse&lt;br /&gt;en los segundos que vendrán,&lt;br /&gt;pues quizás esos no los pueda disfrutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El de él despacio,&lt;br /&gt;con calma,&lt;br /&gt;saboreando cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;y alargándolos hasta el infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella no utiliza sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;simplemente se deja llevar.&lt;br /&gt;El en cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;pone corazón y alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los latidos de él&lt;br /&gt;van al ritmo de adagio.&lt;br /&gt;Los de ella&lt;br /&gt;al de allegro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sl9W9he0PhI/AAAAAAAABJo/pcNg6wHSTqQ/s1600-h/sensual_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359097696553811474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sl9W9he0PhI/AAAAAAAABJo/pcNg6wHSTqQ/s320/sensual_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguno de los dos&lt;br /&gt;tienen suficientes motivos&lt;br /&gt;para ceder.&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado libres e egoístas&lt;br /&gt;para pensar en el otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El se preguntara que habrá pasado&lt;br /&gt;Ella se sentirá mal,&lt;br /&gt;Por no poder darle más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corazones que laten a destiempo&lt;br /&gt;no auguran un buen final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-2162718953501469356?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sl9WzXMchUI/AAAAAAAABJg/J2lVM14KJcc/s72-c/A_mujer_desnuda_notas_musicales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-8485498661819784596</id><published>2009-07-11T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:34:58.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXIONES EN LA HABITACION AZUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SlhYXXi21qI/AAAAAAAABGY/irsuZgDADzQ/s1600-h/goticas_dark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357128915237656226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SlhYXXi21qI/AAAAAAAABGY/irsuZgDADzQ/s320/goticas_dark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquí estoy,&lt;br /&gt;dando vueltas a mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;y buscando la pieza que le falta&lt;br /&gt;a mi corazón….&lt;br /&gt;Seguro que me la robo.&lt;br /&gt;Se quedo con ella,&lt;br /&gt;para joderme y poco mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No volverá a pasar&lt;br /&gt;No volverá a suceder&lt;br /&gt;Seguiré escondida&lt;br /&gt;Detrás del muro que construí.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie entrara,&lt;br /&gt;ni yo saldré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se en que momento ocurrió&lt;br /&gt;en que puta me convertí.&lt;br /&gt;Buscando solo sexo&lt;br /&gt;por placer y diversión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ángel y un demonio&lt;br /&gt;viven en mi interior,&lt;br /&gt;el ángel dice&lt;br /&gt;que pida disculpas,&lt;br /&gt;para que pueda sentirme mejor.&lt;br /&gt;El demonio contesta&lt;br /&gt;ni puto caso, a ese ángel soñador,&lt;br /&gt;la realidad mi niña&lt;br /&gt;es que él se lo perdió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SlhZ7iRvvxI/AAAAAAAABGg/mwggrn8z5ss/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357130636105596690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SlhZ7iRvvxI/AAAAAAAABGg/mwggrn8z5ss/s320/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;siempre dirán&lt;br /&gt;más que mis palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría sentir&lt;br /&gt;para poder odiar&lt;br /&gt;que fácil seria todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuve que buscar&lt;br /&gt;en la barra de aquel bar&lt;br /&gt;aquello que no me supiste dar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-8485498661819784596?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SlhYXXi21qI/AAAAAAAABGY/irsuZgDADzQ/s72-c/goticas_dark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-4487425721952323769</id><published>2009-06-29T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:38:03.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIÑATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SkkKA-9XqTI/AAAAAAAABFk/7p5bM2q6BK4/s1600-h/103_retro_ero_37972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352820644123224370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SkkKA-9XqTI/AAAAAAAABFk/7p5bM2q6BK4/s320/103_retro_ero_37972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A su edad de hombre&lt;br /&gt;es todavía un niñato.&lt;br /&gt;Egoísta, como todos los niños&lt;br /&gt;que buscan satisfacción inmediata,&lt;br /&gt;en sabanas ajenas,&lt;br /&gt;sin preocuparse&lt;br /&gt;de sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;que puedan florecer.&lt;br /&gt;Utilizando a las mujeres&lt;br /&gt;y humillándolas después.&lt;br /&gt;Pero un día la rueda girara&lt;br /&gt;y este niño llorara,&lt;br /&gt;lagrimas infantiles&lt;br /&gt;que nadie consolara.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo no sentiré compasión&lt;br /&gt;por un niñato,&lt;br /&gt;que me hizo llorar.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SkkEEFj1nCI/AAAAAAAABFU/i192yxR0770/s1600-h/corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-4487425721952323769?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SkkKA-9XqTI/AAAAAAAABFk/7p5bM2q6BK4/s72-c/103_retro_ero_37972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-8299071811643010557</id><published>2009-06-29T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:13:39.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CORAZON DE HIELO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A veces me pregunto&lt;br /&gt;que es lo que pasa en mí,&lt;br /&gt;porque de repente,&lt;br /&gt;se funde el hielo,&lt;br /&gt;y mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;se convierte&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SkkEEFj1nCI/AAAAAAAABFU/i192yxR0770/s1600-h/corazon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352814100365024290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SkkEEFj1nCI/AAAAAAAABFU/i192yxR0770/s320/corazon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en gelatina.&lt;br /&gt;Y es entones&lt;br /&gt;solo entonces,&lt;br /&gt;cuando huyen de mí&lt;br /&gt;sienten pánico,&lt;br /&gt;se esconden y desaparecen&lt;br /&gt;Y mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;vuelve a su congelador.&lt;br /&gt;Preguntándose&lt;br /&gt;porque soy tan idiota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-8299071811643010557?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/8299071811643010557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/06/corazon-de-hielo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8299071811643010557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8299071811643010557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/06/corazon-de-hielo.html' title='CORAZON DE HIELO'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SkkEEFj1nCI/AAAAAAAABFU/i192yxR0770/s72-c/corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-5513641398750827969</id><published>2009-06-22T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:13:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRECE HORAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sj-tFnjuDZI/AAAAAAAABFE/Tr1Kdc4rZXk/s1600-h/stempfel_erotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350185194369191314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sj-tFnjuDZI/AAAAAAAABFE/Tr1Kdc4rZXk/s320/stempfel_erotic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para el he sido&lt;br /&gt;una muesca más en su pene&lt;br /&gt;El gano su apuesta&lt;br /&gt;Y se creyó vencedor.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfecho de haber conseguido&lt;br /&gt;una conquista más.&lt;br /&gt;Polvo seguro que mañana olvidara.&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo que el no sabe&lt;br /&gt;Es que ha sido&lt;br /&gt;una muesca más&lt;br /&gt;en mi coño aun calient&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sj-tOvfVfGI/AAAAAAAABFM/46kjZlAtPwc/s1600-h/524898828_c80ed86029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350185351117110370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sj-tOvfVfGI/AAAAAAAABFM/46kjZlAtPwc/s320/524898828_c80ed86029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo no gane ninguna apuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Ni vencedora me sentí,&lt;br /&gt;por otro polvo más.&lt;br /&gt;Ni lograre olvidar&lt;br /&gt;un fracaso más.&lt;br /&gt;Aun con el dolor entre las piernas&lt;br /&gt;siento que esto debe acabar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-5513641398750827969?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/5513641398750827969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-el-he-sido-una-muesca-mas-en-su.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-9041226588204602148</id><published>2009-06-13T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T03:17:56.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CABALLERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjN8aCRnxSI/AAAAAAAABBI/ETKLt44kodk/s1600-h/caballero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346753969348134178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjN8aCRnxSI/AAAAAAAABBI/ETKLt44kodk/s400/caballero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando el alcohol corre por las venas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la luna saluda al sol&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el calor inunda el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;deseando tu mano en mi cintura&lt;br /&gt;y un desayuno compartido&lt;br /&gt;da igual que no sepa tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;en esos momentos no es lo más importante&lt;br /&gt;solo los dos, fundiéndonos en uno.&lt;br /&gt;Y tiene que salir&lt;br /&gt;justo en ese momento&lt;br /&gt;el caballero que llevas dentro.&lt;br /&gt;que me acompaña al coche&lt;br /&gt;y me despide con un beso&lt;br /&gt;En esos momentos&lt;br /&gt;odie al caballero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-9041226588204602148?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/9041226588204602148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/06/caballero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/9041226588204602148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/9041226588204602148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/06/caballero.html' title='CABALLERO'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjN8aCRnxSI/AAAAAAAABBI/ETKLt44kodk/s72-c/caballero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-8564678030275113083</id><published>2009-06-12T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:55:28.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿PERDON?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJc6kSGWoI/AAAAAAAABAQ/IFIDStNrUEI/s1600-h/lagrima+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346437868883958402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJc6kSGWoI/AAAAAAAABAQ/IFIDStNrUEI/s400/lagrima+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pediste la luna&lt;br /&gt;y te la bajé&lt;br /&gt;Me pediste que secara el mar&lt;br /&gt;y su agua me bebí&lt;br /&gt;por hacerte feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me llamaste idiota&lt;br /&gt;y te creí&lt;br /&gt;Me pegaste un puñetazo &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJd_sQdP1I/AAAAAAAABAY/ksT2tGNNmpY/s1600-h/victoria+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346439056435527506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJd_sQdP1I/AAAAAAAABAY/ksT2tGNNmpY/s400/victoria+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y disculpas te pedí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora a los pies de mi tumba&lt;br /&gt;suplicas mi perdón&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos lloran&lt;br /&gt;lagrimas de sangre&lt;br /&gt;Perdón&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué perdón?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-8564678030275113083?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/8564678030275113083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/06/perdon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8564678030275113083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8564678030275113083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/06/perdon.html' title='¿PERDON?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJc6kSGWoI/AAAAAAAABAQ/IFIDStNrUEI/s72-c/lagrima+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-2194196466784078193</id><published>2009-06-11T06:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:00:16.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PALABRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjENbkQfX1I/AAAAAAAABAA/1JIFTQfco8o/s1600-h/el+dolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346068999905959762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjENbkQfX1I/AAAAAAAABAA/1JIFTQfco8o/s400/el+dolor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquí estoy&lt;br /&gt;tomando una rubia&lt;br /&gt;como dice un amigo&lt;br /&gt;Y el tabaco a un lado&lt;br /&gt;mal vicio en este momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí estoy&lt;br /&gt;sola&lt;br /&gt;intentando anudar&lt;br /&gt;palabras que vienen al vuelo&lt;br /&gt;que quieran decir&lt;br /&gt;lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;y no me atrevo a contar.&lt;br /&gt;Soledad&lt;br /&gt;Amor&lt;br /&gt;Orgullo&lt;br /&gt;Dolor&lt;br /&gt;Rabia&lt;br /&gt;Vacío&lt;br /&gt;Sexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjENxVrsGKI/AAAAAAAABAI/H7p2qk4GUYg/s1600-h/sensual.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346069373950630050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjENxVrsGKI/AAAAAAAABAI/H7p2qk4GUYg/s400/sensual.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón me dice&lt;br /&gt;que haga un esfuerzo&lt;br /&gt;que las una&lt;br /&gt;que lo necesita&lt;br /&gt;para poder funcionar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza dice&lt;br /&gt;que las deje escapar&lt;br /&gt;que el alcohol y el tabaco&lt;br /&gt;es el mejor remedio&lt;br /&gt;para poder olvidar.&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/5113668617682819917-2194196466784078193?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjENbkQfX1I/AAAAAAAABAA/1JIFTQfco8o/s72-c/el+dolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1754163242790111717</id><published>2009-05-20T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:06:27.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IGNORANCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/ShQcIC1HjhI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/6aEw8Tje7O4/s1600-h/l_d174d5f0329044afb29ea907899152b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337922382865075730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/ShQcIC1HjhI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/6aEw8Tje7O4/s400/l_d174d5f0329044afb29ea907899152b5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se esfumo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;de la inocencia e ignorancia&lt;br /&gt;preocupada más en los porqués&lt;br /&gt;que en disfrutarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pase corriendo por ellos&lt;br /&gt;sin volver la vista atrás&lt;br /&gt;jugando al amor con tipos&lt;br /&gt;que no sabían amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera volver a esos tiempos&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo lo que ya sé&lt;br /&gt;pero ya es tarde para ello&lt;br /&gt;se esfumo la inocencia,&lt;br /&gt;con el viento del pasado&lt;br /&gt;quedándose la ignorancia&lt;br /&gt;para en mi camino errar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-1754163242790111717?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1754163242790111717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignorancia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1773798791970840170</id><published>2009-05-07T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T03:07:12.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVERSACIONES I</title><content type='html'>Mama ¿Qué puedo ser de mayor?&lt;br /&gt;-Mi niña, lo que quieras ser&lt;br /&gt;-Quiero ser princesa de cuento.&lt;br /&gt;-Pero cariño, las princesas de cuento&lt;br /&gt;ya no &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SgMQUn3GO8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/cdcWk-Oalhs/s1600-h/conversacion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333124330220305346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SgMQUn3GO8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/cdcWk-Oalhs/s400/conversacion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;existen.&lt;br /&gt;-Y ¿Qué las paso?&lt;br /&gt;-Fueron asesinadas por príncipes&lt;br /&gt;que querían ser los protagonistas.&lt;br /&gt;de los cuentos.&lt;br /&gt;-Entonces es peligroso ser princesa&lt;br /&gt;-NO, preciosa, claro que no.&lt;br /&gt;mientras no dejes que un príncipe&lt;br /&gt;te diga lo que puedes ser.&lt;br /&gt;-Y ¿Qué puedo ser? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SgMQ0yoAGrI/AAAAAAAAA9I/gNNiHCpGNgY/s1600-h/princesa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333124882865593010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SgMQ0yoAGrI/AAAAAAAAA9I/gNNiHCpGNgY/s400/princesa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Todo lo que te propongas, mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Puedes ser medico y juez&lt;br /&gt;minero y electricista.&lt;br /&gt;-ah! entonces ya no quiero ser princesa&lt;br /&gt;-Y ¿Qué vas a ser?&lt;br /&gt;-Quiero ser mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-1773798791970840170?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1773798791970840170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversaciones-i.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1773798791970840170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1773798791970840170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversaciones-i.html' title='CONVERSACIONES I'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SgMQUn3GO8I/AAAAAAAAA9A/cdcWk-Oalhs/s72-c/conversacion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-8551875297033149882</id><published>2009-04-07T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:55:56.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRIMAVERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SdtoxK1N3dI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KkuhpncO_Ic/s1600-h/abismos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321962578598813138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SdtoxK1N3dI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KkuhpncO_Ic/s400/abismos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Llegaste con la primavera&lt;br /&gt;yo aun permanecía en el invierno,&lt;br /&gt;el aire calido&lt;br /&gt;me traía tu olor.&lt;br /&gt;me adentre en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;pero no te encontré&lt;br /&gt;Preguntaste a las flores&lt;br /&gt;donde podría estar&lt;br /&gt;pero solo de mí&lt;br /&gt;el infierno te puede hablar. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sdto_H5CgWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OLlR7E2uop0/s1600-h/losojosyelarbolfz0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321962818327708002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sdto_H5CgWI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OLlR7E2uop0/s400/losojosyelarbolfz0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acariciastes mi silueta&lt;br /&gt;desde el otro lado del abismo&lt;br /&gt;pero ya no recordabas&lt;br /&gt;los pliegues de mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;Te imagine en mi cama&lt;br /&gt;adentrándote en mí ser.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no recordaba&lt;br /&gt;El sabor de tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;Nuestros caminos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se cruzarán&lt;br /&gt;auque me quieras&lt;br /&gt;aunque te quiera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-8551875297033149882?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/8551875297033149882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/04/primavera.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8551875297033149882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8551875297033149882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/04/primavera.html' title='PRIMAVERA'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SdtoxK1N3dI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KkuhpncO_Ic/s72-c/abismos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-6768208085484947912</id><published>2009-03-03T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T03:36:35.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿QUIEN ERES TU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sa1Qo_uExTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CRBcYKNdqo8/s1600-h/484MUJERES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308988200969356594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sa1Qo_uExTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CRBcYKNdqo8/s400/484MUJERES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién eres tú?&lt;br /&gt;Que has parido&lt;br /&gt;a dictadores y a santos&lt;br /&gt;Que has criado&lt;br /&gt;a reyes y mendigos&lt;br /&gt;Que has educado&lt;br /&gt;a genios y ladrones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién eres tú?&lt;br /&gt;Que te quitaron el alma&lt;br /&gt;y tardaron siglos en devolvértela&lt;br /&gt;Que te declararon impura&lt;br /&gt;por menstruar cada ciclo lunar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién eres tú?&lt;br /&gt;Que por ti se han declarado guerras&lt;br /&gt;y se ha firmado la paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién eres tú?&lt;br /&gt;Que te tapan la cara&lt;br /&gt;Que te apedrean&lt;br /&gt;Que te queman&lt;br /&gt;Que te mutilan&lt;br /&gt;en cumplimiento&lt;br /&gt;de leyes arcaicas&lt;br /&gt;de culturas incultas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sa1QFI2t2lI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Tw2CHhyRaLM/s1600-h/MUJER+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308987584946231890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sa1QFI2t2lI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Tw2CHhyRaLM/s400/MUJER+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién eres tú?&lt;br /&gt;Que has sido puta&lt;br /&gt;y has sido reina&lt;br /&gt;has sido madre&lt;br /&gt;has sido esposa&lt;br /&gt;has sido hija&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién eres tú?&lt;br /&gt;Que te insultan&lt;br /&gt;Que te golpean&lt;br /&gt;Que te venden&lt;br /&gt;Que te matan&lt;br /&gt;TE ASESINAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién eres tú?&lt;br /&gt;que sostienes el mundo&lt;br /&gt;y haces que gire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién eres tú?&lt;br /&gt;Que a pesar de todo&lt;br /&gt;sigues invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué eres tú?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLEMENTE MUJER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-6768208085484947912?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/6768208085484947912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/03/quien-eres-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/6768208085484947912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/6768208085484947912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/03/quien-eres-tu.html' title='¿QUIEN ERES TU?'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/Sa1Qo_uExTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CRBcYKNdqo8/s72-c/484MUJERES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-3770705607007574691</id><published>2009-02-26T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:46:24.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UN NUEVO LIENZO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SabgY-chz8I/AAAAAAAAANE/3-GZlWU8bDY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307175930586845122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SabgY-chz8I/AAAAAAAAANE/3-GZlWU8bDY/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se levanto esa mañana&lt;br /&gt;y encontró su lienzo&lt;br /&gt;todo emborronado&lt;br /&gt;Se asusto&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué había pasado?&lt;br /&gt;Sus porqués&lt;br /&gt;sus respuestas&lt;br /&gt;sus sueños&lt;br /&gt;sus errores&lt;br /&gt;Y el&lt;br /&gt;que ocupaba&lt;br /&gt;hasta el último milímetro&lt;br /&gt;de ese lienzo&lt;br /&gt;ahora estropeado,&lt;br /&gt;así ya no daba miedo&lt;br /&gt;incluso parecía cómico&lt;br /&gt;y ella se rió &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SabjZcGkwiI/AAAAAAAAANM/K9_F98t7uCI/s1600-h/images+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307179237082710562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SabjZcGkwiI/AAAAAAAAANM/K9_F98t7uCI/s400/images+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por primera vez&lt;br /&gt;desde hacia mucho tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Se miro al espejo&lt;br /&gt;y ella comprendió&lt;br /&gt;Maquillo sus ojeras&lt;br /&gt;y cosió su alma&lt;br /&gt;con hilos del futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Se puso tacones&lt;br /&gt;y piso con fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;Salio a la calle,&lt;br /&gt;compro un lienzo nuevo&lt;br /&gt;y se dibujo en él,&lt;br /&gt;con nuevos colores.&lt;br /&gt;Ocupando su figura&lt;br /&gt;cada milímetro&lt;br /&gt;de su nuevo lienzo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-3770705607007574691?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/3770705607007574691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-nuevo-lienzo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/3770705607007574691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/3770705607007574691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-nuevo-lienzo.html' title='UN NUEVO LIENZO'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SabgY-chz8I/AAAAAAAAANE/3-GZlWU8bDY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1395976808068070164</id><published>2009-02-20T09:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:44:14.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXIONES DESPUES DE LA COLERA</title><content type='html'>Ahora con la calma &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ7oVZ2UfbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O-A9vjnNFME/s1600-h/23343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304932865502641586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ7oVZ2UfbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O-A9vjnNFME/s320/23343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que lleva a la reflexión&lt;br /&gt;ahora veo mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;duras y con rencor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres el único personaje&lt;br /&gt;de este circo que montaste&lt;br /&gt;capaz de sacar mí yo peor.&lt;br /&gt;Has hecho que cruce&lt;br /&gt;esa delgada línea&lt;br /&gt;entre el odio y el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rencor corre por mis venas&lt;br /&gt;y odio escupen mis poros,&lt;br /&gt;rencor por com&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ7o08ylXiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LM1jyTGzy6s/s1600-h/victoria_frances_la_muerte_lippu_2_0706_92d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304933407458156066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ7o08ylXiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LM1jyTGzy6s/s320/victoria_frances_la_muerte_lippu_2_0706_92d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o me tratas&lt;br /&gt;odio por como me comporto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ya no manejas mis hilos&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma la recompuse con tiritas&lt;br /&gt;y los huecos que quedaron&lt;br /&gt;de ceniza de mis cigarros rellene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora con la mente fría&lt;br /&gt;te puedo decir:&lt;br /&gt;que no cometer los mismos errores&lt;br /&gt;que me hiciste cometer una vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-1395976808068070164?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1395976808068070164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/reflexiones-despues-de-la-colera.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1395976808068070164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1395976808068070164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/reflexiones-despues-de-la-colera.html' title='REFLEXIONES DESPUES DE LA COLERA'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ7oVZ2UfbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O-A9vjnNFME/s72-c/23343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1524628926125960220</id><published>2009-02-19T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:08:11.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUZLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ2swnmTYwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o_pwN34-jrg/s1600-h/sueÃ±os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304585887375647490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ2swnmTYwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o_pwN34-jrg/s320/sue%C3%B1os.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El otro día encontre&lt;br /&gt;en un cajon guardados&lt;br /&gt;trozos de sueños que tenía&lt;br /&gt;y que se rompieron hace&lt;br /&gt;siete años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intento devolver a mi vida&lt;br /&gt;un sentido y esperanza&lt;br /&gt;y en esos trozos me quise encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antes de que todo pasara.&lt;br /&gt;Un gran puzle que armar&lt;br /&gt;sin paciencia&lt;br /&gt;ni tiempo suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida se me escapa&lt;br /&gt;en intentar encontrar&lt;br /&gt;quien quise ser de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deberia buscar&lt;br /&gt;otos sueños en mi cabeza &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ2saAZ96EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cxQORxrQs-Y/s1600-h/NIEBLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304585498897803330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ2saAZ96EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cxQORxrQs-Y/s320/NIEBLA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y dejar en paz&lt;br /&gt;a quien desapareció&lt;br /&gt;en la niebla&lt;br /&gt;y se refugio detras de un muro&lt;br /&gt;de dura piedra.&lt;br /&gt;Me falta fuerza para ello&lt;br /&gt;y me sobra cobardía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intento montar un puzle&lt;br /&gt;al que le faltan piezas.&lt;br /&gt;Y veo pasar la vida&lt;br /&gt;con el miedo suficiente&lt;br /&gt;para no subir a ella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-1524628926125960220?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1524628926125960220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/puzle.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1524628926125960220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1524628926125960220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/puzle.html' title='PUZLE'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZ2swnmTYwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o_pwN34-jrg/s72-c/sue%C3%B1os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1915626414252419018</id><published>2009-02-18T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:37:22.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGELES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZw4wtKKs-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mEfSEgHfZW0/s1600-h/eco_del_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304176870542717922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZw4wtKKs-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mEfSEgHfZW0/s320/eco_del_angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os encontré&lt;br /&gt;en los momentos peores&lt;br /&gt;cuando el infierno&lt;br /&gt;me llamaba por mi nombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estuvisteis ahí&lt;br /&gt;con palabras amables&lt;br /&gt;y sentencias duras&lt;br /&gt;que me hicieron llorar&lt;br /&gt;y a la vez reaccionar&lt;br /&gt;Con comprensión&lt;br /&gt;sin hipocresía&lt;br /&gt;intentando recuperar&lt;br /&gt;en el infierno de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;a la mujer que sentía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ángeles fuisteis &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZw47FTYiJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aW3v4ljmqGk/s1600-h/angel_ascendiendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304177048822515858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZw47FTYiJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aW3v4ljmqGk/s320/angel_ascendiendo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en las épocas más duras,&lt;br /&gt;vuestras alas no dejaron&lt;br /&gt;que en el pozo me hundiera,&lt;br /&gt;y secaron mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;enseñándome un futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y con el egoísmo que dá&lt;br /&gt;el sentirse tan confusa&lt;br /&gt;no pude ver vuestras heridas&lt;br /&gt;mientras curabais las mías&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora que las heridas han curado&lt;br /&gt;y los recuerdos vuelven sin dolor&lt;br /&gt;ahora ángeles míos&lt;br /&gt;es momento de pediros perdón.&lt;br /&gt;y agradeceros de corazón&lt;br /&gt;vuestra ayuda y amor&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/5113668617682819917-1915626414252419018?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1915626414252419018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/angeles_18.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1915626414252419018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1915626414252419018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/angeles_18.html' title='ANGELES'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZw4wtKKs-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/mEfSEgHfZW0/s72-c/eco_del_angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1692465152754257096</id><published>2009-02-17T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:45:53.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SE</title><content type='html'>sé que piensas en mí &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZw7HS82lwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s2RzDdnN62I/s1600-h/VENTANA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304179457667798786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZw7HS82lwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s2RzDdnN62I/s320/VENTANA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que cuando te asomas&lt;br /&gt;a tu ventana&lt;br /&gt;ves mis ojos en las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;El viento del este&lt;br /&gt;te lleva mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Y ves mis rostro entre&lt;br /&gt;las paginas de tus libros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que soy tu duda&lt;br /&gt;y tu desconcierto.&lt;br /&gt;Y en tu cabeza, un problema&lt;br /&gt;que no quieres resolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te esfuerzas en demostrar,&lt;br /&gt;que ni a amiga puedo llegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el brillo de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y el roce de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;me dicen que algo mas&lt;br /&gt;pudiera ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZr-nMS8kII/AAAAAAAAAEA/8vijvMPiyJk/s1600-h/duda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831460451225730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZr-nMS8kII/AAAAAAAAAEA/8vijvMPiyJk/s320/duda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te preocupes&lt;br /&gt;la paciencia es tu&lt;br /&gt;mejor virtud.&lt;br /&gt;Y un dia, en el viento del este&lt;br /&gt;no escucharas mi voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces, solo entonces&lt;br /&gt;me echaras de menos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-1692465152754257096?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1692465152754257096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1692465152754257096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1692465152754257096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/se.html' title='SE'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZw7HS82lwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/s2RzDdnN62I/s72-c/VENTANA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-8088469193037364015</id><published>2009-02-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:34:41.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIERO SER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser una pieza de barro &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SakFFFpd5eI/AAAAAAAAAOc/n6Kyx6g-nQs/s1600-h/pareja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307779220806428130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SakFFFpd5eI/AAAAAAAAAOc/n6Kyx6g-nQs/s400/pareja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tu acaricias con tu mano&lt;br /&gt;y la moldeas con el calor de tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser silencio&lt;br /&gt;que susurra por tu cuello&lt;br /&gt;y te eriza la piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero endulzar mis labios&lt;br /&gt;con el sudor de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y el esperma de tu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ahogarte en el abismo&lt;br /&gt;hasta que grites mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;sin saber porque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser el pecado&lt;br /&gt;que desata tus cadenas&lt;br /&gt;con el roce de mi mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que tus dedos&lt;br /&gt;recorran los pliegues de mi piel,&lt;br /&gt;y descubran secretos que guardo&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZmY17IjM6I/AAAAAAAAADo/YwRNUB30AHI/s1600-h/hada_malvada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303438088379511714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZmY17IjM6I/AAAAAAAAADo/YwRNUB30AHI/s320/hada_malvada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que sientas&lt;br /&gt;lo que te pierdes&lt;br /&gt;cuando te alejas de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me enseñes&lt;br /&gt;la calma del amor.&lt;br /&gt;Que yo te enseñare&lt;br /&gt;la tormenta de la pasión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que pienses en mi&lt;br /&gt;aunque no sepas quien soy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-8088469193037364015?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/8088469193037364015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8088469193037364015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/8088469193037364015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-ser.html' title='QUIERO SER'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SakFFFpd5eI/AAAAAAAAAOc/n6Kyx6g-nQs/s72-c/pareja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-3872672385359174961</id><published>2009-02-14T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:13:18.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO QUIERO AMANECERES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZa03xnlL0I/AAAAAAAAADA/cAnih5qg8yo/s1600-h/cuerpos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302624481580494658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZa03xnlL0I/AAAAAAAAADA/cAnih5qg8yo/s320/cuerpos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero noches sin amaneceres,&lt;br /&gt;Sin lugares que marquen,&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentimientos que luchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo busco placer&lt;br /&gt;en hombres sin rostro,&lt;br /&gt;con palabras vacias&lt;br /&gt;que ni tenga que escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero repeticiones&lt;br /&gt;que busquen compromisos,&lt;br /&gt;huyo de ellos,&lt;br /&gt;como de los amaneceres contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me busques&lt;br /&gt;en los rincones&lt;br /&gt;de esta ciudad apagada,&lt;br /&gt;estare lamiendo mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;en algu&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZa1ENQUXnI/AAAAAAAAADI/hhlVRDRuB_8/s1600-h/amanecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302624695157546610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZa1ENQUXnI/AAAAAAAAADI/hhlVRDRuB_8/s320/amanecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;na alcoba alejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herir es facil&lt;br /&gt;lo aprendi a ostias,&lt;br /&gt;cargadas de crueldad,&lt;br /&gt;en palabras de amor&lt;br /&gt;que inocente de mi creí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huye de mi&lt;br /&gt;como de un animal herido,&lt;br /&gt;que te devorara sin piedad&lt;br /&gt;y te dejara en el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero mas amaneceres&lt;br /&gt;y menos que sean contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-3872672385359174961?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/3872672385359174961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-quiero-amaneceres.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/3872672385359174961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/3872672385359174961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-quiero-amaneceres.html' title='NO QUIERO AMANECERES'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZa03xnlL0I/AAAAAAAAADA/cAnih5qg8yo/s72-c/cuerpos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-1555153531953140440</id><published>2009-02-12T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:03:23.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZQ-WYlTkyI/AAAAAAAAACA/X781_0hm7L8/s1600-h/tiempo_al_tiempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301931215598883618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZQ-WYlTkyI/AAAAAAAAACA/X781_0hm7L8/s200/tiempo_al_tiempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le robe minutos al tiempo&lt;br /&gt;para beberme las calles&lt;br /&gt;para ponérselos a las horas&lt;br /&gt;y malgastarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que la calma llego&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que el corazón esta tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;Ahora el tiempo se cobra su venganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quita minutos&lt;br /&gt;de mis momentos felices&lt;br /&gt;se les añade a las horas vacías&lt;br /&gt;para que el sufrimiento sea más largo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trae momentos del pasado&lt;br /&gt;que creí superados.&lt;br /&gt;Pensamientos amargos&lt;br /&gt;que me arrancan la pi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZaxOALTNSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WGyrKACkvas/s1600-h/DSFS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302620465399018786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZaxOALTNSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WGyrKACkvas/s320/DSFS.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pone arrugas a mi cara&lt;br /&gt;y pinta de blanco mi pelo,&lt;br /&gt;para que vea como se ensaña&lt;br /&gt;por robarle tiempo al tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pregunto ¿hasta cuando?&lt;br /&gt;pagare mi error.&lt;br /&gt;Y se ríe&lt;br /&gt;Y me contesta&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que la muerte&lt;br /&gt;venga a buscarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le robe minutos al tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y ahora el tiempo se ríe de mí. &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/5113668617682819917-1555153531953140440?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/1555153531953140440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1555153531953140440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/1555153531953140440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tiempo.html' title='TIEMPO'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZQ-WYlTkyI/AAAAAAAAACA/X781_0hm7L8/s72-c/tiempo_al_tiempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-7353533577821807575</id><published>2009-02-10T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T03:04:57.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿¿AMOR??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZGt9qo8pUI/AAAAAAAAABw/q2JtIdrNO8I/s1600-h/1597995_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301209511321445698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZGt9qo8pUI/AAAAAAAAABw/q2JtIdrNO8I/s200/1597995_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El se enamoro&lt;br /&gt;de lo bien que cocinabas&lt;br /&gt;de lo bien que planchabas&lt;br /&gt;de lo bien que cosias&lt;br /&gt;y la cama hacias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que siempre estabas en casa&lt;br /&gt;de tú silencio porque tú voz&lt;br /&gt;le molestaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que estabas a su disposicion&lt;br /&gt;en cualquier momento y ocasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que te violaba&lt;br /&gt;y tú ni te quejabas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y dejastes de ser mujer&lt;br /&gt;incluso d&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZW4qAIuXgI/AAAAAAAAACI/R_oLOFMXpE0/s1600-h/Copia+de+victoria_frances_favole_017_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302347168029236738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZW4qAIuXgI/AAAAAAAAACI/R_oLOFMXpE0/s200/Copia+de+victoria_frances_favole_017_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e ser persona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cada humillación&lt;br /&gt;caía como gota de sangre&lt;br /&gt;en un caliz de cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y un día el caliz se desbordo&lt;br /&gt;y tu cocina de sangre se llenó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El no te queria&lt;br /&gt;simplemente le pertenecias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-7353533577821807575?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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mucho&lt;br /&gt;y he sufrido mucho.&lt;br /&gt;pero me he parado&lt;br /&gt;veo la vida pasar&lt;br /&gt;como un simple espectador&lt;br /&gt;no hago&lt;br /&gt;no digo&lt;br /&gt;no salgo&lt;br /&gt;no disfruto&lt;br /&gt;o ¿quizas si?&lt;br /&gt;ya no lo se&lt;br /&gt;pero siento que me falta algo&lt;br /&gt;y lo peor es que no me importa&lt;br /&gt;me he acomodado&lt;br /&gt;no intento descubrir&lt;br /&gt;no intento amar&lt;br /&gt;simplemente me miro al espejo&lt;br /&gt;y veo una cana mas&lt;br /&gt;cuanto tiempo estare asi&lt;br /&gt;quizas lo que me quede&lt;br /&gt;hasta que llegue el fin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-7187335794788182790?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/7187335794788182790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/7187335794788182790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/7187335794788182790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida.html' title='VIDA'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SYyJV-NHoVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LlHhA0VHpDY/s72-c/soy_un_ser_mitad_pajaro_mitad_mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-7792435311027860302</id><published>2009-02-06T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:53:12.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR CIEGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SYyHCPRQvZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/e6yFYLcGSBQ/s1600-h/1597993_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299759334036651410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SYyHCPRQvZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/e6yFYLcGSBQ/s320/1597993_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es dificil abrir los ojos&lt;br /&gt;cuando solo le ves a él&lt;br /&gt;es dificil abrir los ojos&lt;br /&gt;cuando solo miras donde mira él&lt;br /&gt;es dificil abrir los ojos&lt;br /&gt;cuando tu mundo se ha reducido a él&lt;br /&gt;el amor es ciego cuando él decide por ti&lt;br /&gt;iabre los ojos!, te dice quien te aprecia&lt;br /&gt;pero ya es tarde&lt;br /&gt;él decidió&lt;br /&gt;y te los cerro&lt;br /&gt;para que no vieras&lt;br /&gt;que siempre hay&lt;br /&gt;otro lugar donde mirar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-7792435311027860302?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/7792435311027860302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-ciego.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/7792435311027860302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/7792435311027860302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-ciego.html' title='AMOR CIEGO'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SYyHCPRQvZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/e6yFYLcGSBQ/s72-c/1597993_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-567094398163527784</id><published>2008-12-22T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:03:57.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIFERENCIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SYyJlTmRbMI/AAAAAAAAABA/WdZRoBLgTh0/s1600-h/articleimagegr5ak1af1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299762135517195458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SYyJlTmRbMI/AAAAAAAAABA/WdZRoBLgTh0/s200/articleimagegr5ak1af1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El amor es sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;es ternura, es dulzura&lt;br /&gt;un susurro en el aire&lt;br /&gt;un cielo estrellado&lt;br /&gt;una cancion en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;y un sentimiento expresado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sexo es pasión&lt;br /&gt;un volcan en erupcion&lt;br /&gt;una tormenta en el desierto&lt;br /&gt;un grito en la montaña&lt;br /&gt;y un mar embravecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor es corazón&lt;br /&gt;El sexo es todo tú&lt;br /&gt;El amor es duda&lt;br /&gt;El sexo confirmación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los mayores en sus pulpitos&lt;br /&gt;nos dijeron que iban juntas&lt;br /&gt;y nosotros ni discutimos&lt;br /&gt;porque solo obedecimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos palabras tan distintas&lt;br /&gt;no siempre unidas estan&lt;br /&gt;cada una a su tiempo&lt;br /&gt;cada una en su lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5113668617682819917-567094398163527784?l=saracalle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/feeds/567094398163527784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2008/12/diferencias.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/567094398163527784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5113668617682819917/posts/default/567094398163527784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saracalle.blogspot.com/2008/12/diferencias.html' title='DIFERENCIAS'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265737300480588144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SjJezweSoqI/AAAAAAAABAg/w_cfR1cv4tU/S220/DSC01155.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SYyJlTmRbMI/AAAAAAAAABA/WdZRoBLgTh0/s72-c/articleimagegr5ak1af1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5113668617682819917.post-3836909477085595425</id><published>2008-12-22T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:44:25.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASI ERES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SYyJ_849d6I/AAAAAAAAABI/Q317iHh6g-U/s1600-h/silencio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299762593278031778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SYyJ_849d6I/AAAAAAAAABI/Q317iHh6g-U/s200/silencio1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;nadie escucha tus gritos&lt;br /&gt;nadie oye tu voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transparente&lt;br /&gt;no se ven los golpes&lt;br /&gt;en tú cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;ni las cicatrices en tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible&lt;br /&gt;para sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;para los nuestros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloqueada&lt;br /&gt;sus insultos&lt;br /&gt;lo pretenden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZW_YpgSSyI/AAAAAAAAACg/DK7wkDj2bdM/s1600-h/Silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302354566477663010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZm0ezNEg0A/SZW_YpgSSyI/AAAAAAAAACg/DK7wkDj2bdM/s320/Silencio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Criticada&lt;br /&gt;por retrógados que piensan&lt;br /&gt;que los trapos sucios&lt;br /&gt;en casa se lavan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorada&lt;br /&gt;por ti misma&lt;br /&gt;que no sabes lo que vales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aislada&lt;br /&gt;asi te quiere más&lt;br /&gt;solo para él&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrapada&lt;br /&gt;en una vida&lt;br /&gt;que tu misma elegistes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñadora&lt;br /&gt;NO, imposible,&lt;br /&gt;ya no tienes derecho&lt;br /&gt;ni a soñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desilusionada&lt;br /&gt;de leyes sin recursos&lt;br /&gt;que no te pueden ayudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadaver,&lt;br /&gt;terminaras&lt;br /&gt;si no encuentras&lt;br /&gt;un final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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