tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85390149908810913312024-02-07T12:54:20.429-04:00Lo que calla la lunaEn la oscuridad de la noche se puede encontrar un rayito de sol en los brazos tibios de la luna...@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-83689407993095609682010-06-08T16:34:00.006-04:302010-06-08T17:00:44.982-04:30No es tan fácil soñar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFTG2skSkeepf_1BP-Ag6PnUow-CKt4pePXSe1kGYADFMcrLWVe2La3s_TFtU_dhvVWTOf0pWyIG4NXfp7D5YGD1hzGndJEX3RjxXZ0KnHklIRE3qB2g4w40wCoaOvOz0hRMIf1q6a8U/s1600/blanconlg.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480513340516588962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbFTG2skSkeepf_1BP-Ag6PnUow-CKt4pePXSe1kGYADFMcrLWVe2La3s_TFtU_dhvVWTOf0pWyIG4NXfp7D5YGD1hzGndJEX3RjxXZ0KnHklIRE3qB2g4w40wCoaOvOz0hRMIf1q6a8U/s320/blanconlg.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>No es tan fácil soñar con tus manos</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que se posan sobre mi y me mueven.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Con tu boca que me bebe sorbo a sorbo</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y tu lengua que me ata</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>amarrándome desde el umbral de mis pezones</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>hasta el final cóncavo de mis caderas.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Incentiva mi vientre</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tu centro - entrepierna</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que me sostiene y me asienta </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ondeando mi silueta .</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Me enredo en esas noches - blandas y húmedas-</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>en que me invade el sentir con tu ir y venir,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>aunque seas la sombra proyectada de mis deseos.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-36002784125468513382010-05-04T15:26:00.010-04:302010-05-06T08:46:18.400-04:30No hay respuesta...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8F05dMJKolcP0vWY2O979sWQoxauWT4itY8VJM9Hv3Wsy2g0qSLYFwMcVhN-pq_sPMZdzO_R7_otnXv2t9WxAMLuefSOIrjFT-U5_0ZZpNDcovYozGa_9W7E1R30A8aBawO2Y-6vQJw/s1600/R0SdJP02M3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467506471360408834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8F05dMJKolcP0vWY2O979sWQoxauWT4itY8VJM9Hv3Wsy2g0qSLYFwMcVhN-pq_sPMZdzO_R7_otnXv2t9WxAMLuefSOIrjFT-U5_0ZZpNDcovYozGa_9W7E1R30A8aBawO2Y-6vQJw/s320/R0SdJP02M3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>No hay respuesta a lo que pregunta mi corazón</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cuando late fuerte </em></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y el pulso acelera,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cada vez que tu lengua furtiva</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>incentiva a danzar mi vientre</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>haciendo surcos húmedos</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Es esa agua tibia</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>-con su magia diferente-</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que inunda mi camino</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>al compás clandestino,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tarareando esa conocida imagen rítmica</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>detenida en cada esquina de mi fuente</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tu verbo dentro de mi</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>se mueve en silencio</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>germinando gemidos y más de diez mil suspiros</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Aún no hay respuesta</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y se oculta el sol para suerte de los dos...</em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-41903119721530966392010-03-23T16:37:00.006-04:302010-03-23T16:48:33.901-04:30Paranormal...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUa4YFknSUjOCVM6N3cGBsl0ZaQ6BoKiUGaLNMFzb5GkybrZV6m-gsSKF9R4EjFua5GMc_WyTox_j09XzAU9PxvvgrvvrVaOeW6H7nyaIzBitpWLleP5Gf8wzZvRVR7UVeqkraYAMu74/s1600-h/000055276212951I.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451940633927814546" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUa4YFknSUjOCVM6N3cGBsl0ZaQ6BoKiUGaLNMFzb5GkybrZV6m-gsSKF9R4EjFua5GMc_WyTox_j09XzAU9PxvvgrvvrVaOeW6H7nyaIzBitpWLleP5Gf8wzZvRVR7UVeqkraYAMu74/s320/000055276212951I.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Es posible mirar las estrellas con los ojos cerrados?</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tocar el cielo con la puntita de los dedos,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>sin siquiera despegar del suelo?</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Soy paranormal...</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>escucho en el silencio de tu no voz</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>los te quiero</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y mi mirada se pierde en el color miel de tus ojos, </em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>en la cálida respiración que toca mis mejillas</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y se desvía hacia mi orilla</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>(es ese tipo de beso que se da sin los labios)</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Susurros imperceptibles por lo ajeno</em></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que hacen palpitar mi ansiosa y ahora húmeda concavidad</em></span>.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-38807245513164062942010-03-12T14:31:00.007-04:302010-03-12T17:50:15.024-04:30Quiero entregarme...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bylyx2nJYLQEc09YIpsxiuhBtztBtWEXsQHP-wlUfc1gBib1heIW6OSEx5SZ4ko-TFS0llPGZG2bbyLwxdz8A1KFNp1yXgYFqMKb4BG5OpDXx6CtazWQfrmD960WUqaj7q4d5_w-474/s1600-h/la%252Bbestia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447824574756366418" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bylyx2nJYLQEc09YIpsxiuhBtztBtWEXsQHP-wlUfc1gBib1heIW6OSEx5SZ4ko-TFS0llPGZG2bbyLwxdz8A1KFNp1yXgYFqMKb4BG5OpDXx6CtazWQfrmD960WUqaj7q4d5_w-474/s320/la%252Bbestia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Muérdeme,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>quiero entregarme violenta y salvaje</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Te exijo!</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>átame a tu ombligo,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>apriétame fuerte, tatúame en tu piel</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>lacérame la espalda con besos,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>márcame por entera</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>rasguña mis piernas y mis caderas</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Róbame humedades</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Deseo morir en brazos de la bestia</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>descubrir en ti al hombre malo</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Estoy harta de vivir de sueños y suspiros ilusionados</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ser sombra de árbol entre caminos mal andados.</em></span></p><p></p><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-62879941423476549832010-02-25T13:57:00.009-04:302010-02-25T14:28:44.799-04:30Luna albahío<a style="font-family: webdings;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-s6F5slpFhEZErtniySYjrlffJKUoXRspFNNcytleUdbdzw5jq1NzP0XaO9IHmbfDNukrsJt3K1LREaTm94etHbtmInft6whtSOMRqfqENHuNUtgxCdBQ9uGQO3EnbJa_x2WKSvN1CGA/s1600-h/eleselas066.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-s6F5slpFhEZErtniySYjrlffJKUoXRspFNNcytleUdbdzw5jq1NzP0XaO9IHmbfDNukrsJt3K1LREaTm94etHbtmInft6whtSOMRqfqENHuNUtgxCdBQ9uGQO3EnbJa_x2WKSvN1CGA/s320/eleselas066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442252854317182210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span>Juro arroparme con tu piel extensa</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >en mis noches de insomnio y frío</span> <span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />y que abrigues con tus brazos</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" > </span><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />este cuerpo, luna albahío</span> <span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />Bañarme con tu </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >sudor<br />cuando el calor</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >me haga hoguera</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />y que seas el estanque donde ahogue mis quimeras</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Beber de tu saliva<br />cuando el calor deshidrate</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />estos labios que te ansían y que no querrán soltarte</span><br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Que mis ojitos no dejen de mirarte,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" ><br />que no se cansen de ti jamás</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >porque quiero desembocar en ti</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >toda mi felicidad</span><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="border: 0px none; background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 0%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-25273748486312934692010-02-11T14:56:00.004-04:302010-02-11T15:11:29.789-04:30Piel de velero<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii60WMij2-i3CJUMkt1frbQOhU60XzbRv6hv4dvrRiXBnrgcQ4wsZLVTuyR1H3qEjauKZ1oR_62HZbdiMr_pZYEPGTsZnPH2CReLwGPUnW5JWSfVXSc_z2KVt4jXFNBLOsaa_MK6Y8NTY/s1600-h/1329916_2646599635.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437069617062670610" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii60WMij2-i3CJUMkt1frbQOhU60XzbRv6hv4dvrRiXBnrgcQ4wsZLVTuyR1H3qEjauKZ1oR_62HZbdiMr_pZYEPGTsZnPH2CReLwGPUnW5JWSfVXSc_z2KVt4jXFNBLOsaa_MK6Y8NTY/s320/1329916_2646599635.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>En el océano de tus caderas </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>soy feliz como barco a la deriva</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>bailando con el vaivén de las olas</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>gemidos rítmicos de mi fantasia</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tu mar inunda</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>me ahoga en deseos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>mi piel de velero </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>-abierta al viento-</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Podré dejar de besarte?</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>anverso y reverso </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>de mis pensamientos perversos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>La espuma de tus manos</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>me mojan entera</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>imprimen su aroma </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>con cada caricia</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Al llegar la hora del acto sagrado</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>-fatídico final-</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>me queda la boca </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>con un suavecito sabor a sal...</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a></p><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-80634699258283313032010-01-07T13:57:00.004-04:302010-01-07T14:22:38.292-04:30Algunas veces...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJRh5MRIT5oj5gCVYP1sicPTlCFygqT_o6JNphfNkubee2PZ5wsxNGqtxig9U3DQ0jaHijsGJL__Y8oaaam45Z7a7gaROH4ixQlFrsedTN0dGVgV8oIvxsDxeiGUvKJP1FdHdFmcm21M/s1600-h/Zatatustra+del+amor.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424066969263531362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJRh5MRIT5oj5gCVYP1sicPTlCFygqT_o6JNphfNkubee2PZ5wsxNGqtxig9U3DQ0jaHijsGJL__Y8oaaam45Z7a7gaROH4ixQlFrsedTN0dGVgV8oIvxsDxeiGUvKJP1FdHdFmcm21M/s320/Zatatustra+del+amor.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Algunas veces, </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>la soledad te encuentra acompañándome</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y entre gritos el silencio te nombra.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Cuatro paredes sirven de testigos índigos </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y sudan pensamientos impropios, que se hacen realidad,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>frente a sus ojos</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Algunas veces susurro gemidos; </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>La noche vibra con su luna sorprendida<br />y mi cuerpo es territorio fértil, transparente y caliente.</em></span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Acá el tiempo no muere </span></em><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">-mientras finja-</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">aún cuando no estés al final de mis miradas, carentes de ti...</span></em><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a></p><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-31428455430338695822009-12-27T11:28:00.004-04:302009-12-27T11:45:07.921-04:30Motivo de ausencia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EUPbqmHz9noIMjsX-2feLxq_xyPDmH0btCU1sPMNjJ7wMbBYzH-2dy0lHqJee1J5lGDGV41p5od7dSvUPKTIY8b6_nvMJSL71V8CHFp54v2KEWrKOP-TrBb83Zl_rDxerPC-sYD5D8c/s1600-h/foticos+088.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419949016936288450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EUPbqmHz9noIMjsX-2feLxq_xyPDmH0btCU1sPMNjJ7wMbBYzH-2dy0lHqJee1J5lGDGV41p5od7dSvUPKTIY8b6_nvMJSL71V8CHFp54v2KEWrKOP-TrBb83Zl_rDxerPC-sYD5D8c/s320/foticos+088.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aNJSqchuRNaIz89xB9KXAU6-V_NQCG7Mg4x1MQzIT42Oa_yZPDPFuDOHamxZ5t7yHJBo5KSTUeoAl93gj-9OuXCm66jY1pFjMhjg5Ze8mxNhz4T7yxuQ5baw7-lCyXZ1BAEwN5tWcwc/s1600-h/foticos+013.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419946900408419522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_aNJSqchuRNaIz89xB9KXAU6-V_NQCG7Mg4x1MQzIT42Oa_yZPDPFuDOHamxZ5t7yHJBo5KSTUeoAl93gj-9OuXCm66jY1pFjMhjg5Ze8mxNhz4T7yxuQ5baw7-lCyXZ1BAEwN5tWcwc/s320/foticos+013.jpg" /></a> </div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Quise compartir con todos mis amigos blogueros, el motivo de mi ausencia en estos días... estoy aprovechando mis días vacionales para compartir con mis dos pajaritos.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Les dejo mi cariño más sincero, un abrazo hiper mega gigante de año nuevo y un besito super dulce y tierno de parte de mis tórtolos y mi persona...</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">Nunca olviden que los quiero muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuushisimo!!!</span></em></div>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-13763831685049489912009-11-10T15:08:00.009-04:302009-11-11T08:40:09.165-04:30Intransferible...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAjjkUgzC-XAU1a4cbrddx2O6qsCjUdf1lYachT5WwRjrp0_8MemRP0uEiRTQ-dFAqmgnSLDDk6i1HRogTKBQfETlQITrsyMtc3lNk_J12h6Yz3uZfR7g79ehvp0J5I3bMdtNDCajIXw/s1600-h/1302643.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402562243571021282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAjjkUgzC-XAU1a4cbrddx2O6qsCjUdf1lYachT5WwRjrp0_8MemRP0uEiRTQ-dFAqmgnSLDDk6i1HRogTKBQfETlQITrsyMtc3lNk_J12h6Yz3uZfR7g79ehvp0J5I3bMdtNDCajIXw/s320/1302643.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>No lo veo,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>la oscuridad me impide hacerlo</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Siento</em></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que una fuerza mágica se posa sobre mi espalda como mariposa,</em></span></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>me cubre con sus alas alentadoras y cálidas</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tienta, hurga, desentraña de mí</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>- las ganas -</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>después de una dulce batalla</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>(delicadamente me honra la derrota)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>un eterno y hondo suspiro presagia el fin</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y me lleva al orgasmo...</em></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-52045763293424704952009-10-29T10:41:00.006-04:302009-10-29T11:02:48.607-04:30En el silencio...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WQ2tMEqI9jAVvaG64pnLlAObU3A7xVhyphenhyphen-NsZyAf0YmHyjST2UD3SOjqUR9D2zla6YaJLuxkR6yMC-ehpL1Bt3vMX7PBLB3mk3nXhZmGsKwJ9KmZLHO1D96d7QXhYPOma09hUbRbS3Wc/s1600-h/kygh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398040167656428386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WQ2tMEqI9jAVvaG64pnLlAObU3A7xVhyphenhyphen-NsZyAf0YmHyjST2UD3SOjqUR9D2zla6YaJLuxkR6yMC-ehpL1Bt3vMX7PBLB3mk3nXhZmGsKwJ9KmZLHO1D96d7QXhYPOma09hUbRbS3Wc/s320/kygh.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Escucho el silencio,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>su ruido estremecedor eriza mi piel</em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>i n t a c t a</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>e inevitablemente te pienso</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Sobre mi,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>la silueta de tu imagen</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>agita las ganas y tiemblo</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>-ángulo perfecto-</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>despoja de mi todo aquello que me cubre</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y me entrego a soñarte</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>a presentir tu aliento</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y a imaginar tu lengua juguetona acicalándome</em></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Soy extraña, a veces,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>pero adoro el silencio que la noche oscura me ofrece.</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Amo, amarte ausente y callado</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>mientras gimo deseos inalcanzables...</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-31217577177249640682009-10-18T22:43:00.008-04:302009-10-27T13:27:18.736-04:30A pocas...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bTsvYIpNgVZDEehyPab0l2iARNa8WfWwTd2j2OnnZAAeEUZflris5hz4Bz1Isq-nJDV6mredyyQ7mT37sgo5o8aHHrv-SUVdsnUXF-B1Z5eJzf_NRkUCBIaNXwAjnj1_s7anAvy8LcU/s1600-h/45770709.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394145306673584802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bTsvYIpNgVZDEehyPab0l2iARNa8WfWwTd2j2OnnZAAeEUZflris5hz4Bz1Isq-nJDV6mredyyQ7mT37sgo5o8aHHrv-SUVdsnUXF-B1Z5eJzf_NRkUCBIaNXwAjnj1_s7anAvy8LcU/s320/45770709.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Desnuda de pensamientos impíos, espero.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Mientras, </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>la luna juega con la silueta de mi impaciencia...</em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-74089730925829989142009-10-15T16:33:00.006-04:302009-10-15T16:49:27.626-04:30Renacer...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIb6tQR8ubuEkAdXKjMiioni1L1hvG3fVGo0_UAhyphenhyphenMrnwUva6HVOLd_6L31fz3eWcw9g1wuMqLqmcA1CmlcFcqSNuY8cIZA8fu4zrAwaVLEHMrVvlJvTSpGSk4C50pZFMYwdLribAtQ5c/s1600-h/09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392935741621659266" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIb6tQR8ubuEkAdXKjMiioni1L1hvG3fVGo0_UAhyphenhyphenMrnwUva6HVOLd_6L31fz3eWcw9g1wuMqLqmcA1CmlcFcqSNuY8cIZA8fu4zrAwaVLEHMrVvlJvTSpGSk4C50pZFMYwdLribAtQ5c/s320/09.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Aprenderé a vivir de sueños</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-como antes lo hacía-</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">jugaré con el tiempo</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">desnudando las horas.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Me entregaré, sin condición,</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">a la ausencia hecha sombra de alguna imagen</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">que revele un rostro en su momento.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tal vez, sea pecado</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">pero amar es lo que quiero.</span></em><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p><p></p><p>Agradezco de corazón a todos mis amigos blogueros por estar siempre conmigo, por demostrarme su amistad incondicional, por no dejarme sola y por quererme a pesar de mis ausencias...</p><p>Los quieroooooooooooooooooooo a todos!!!</p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-53719374716750049482009-09-14T00:00:00.015-04:302009-09-22T10:21:01.050-04:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmJ50GLOKRwOQK6rbhDTF1n4eBXrmOykFon-Z6iq3D0Ud_JFSbtCYQzk6pMluXVAPyzgHadIH2ShqVNhEMc_9QAOBPQnSk91H7Gd0vPBPUEXqlKJAKAn7djAtjP7WNk8TR-qQv4YnUG0/s1600-h/47496-52550.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384302851360758274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmJ50GLOKRwOQK6rbhDTF1n4eBXrmOykFon-Z6iq3D0Ud_JFSbtCYQzk6pMluXVAPyzgHadIH2ShqVNhEMc_9QAOBPQnSk91H7Gd0vPBPUEXqlKJAKAn7djAtjP7WNk8TR-qQv4YnUG0/s320/47496-52550.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Fui para ti, </span></em></div></div><div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">anego de letras extrañas, solo un vuelo, </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">una ilusión razante, fugaz...</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tú para mí,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">el alfa y omega, </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">la luz, la oscuridad</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">el día y la noche,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">el oxígeno que ensanchaba mis pulmones</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">espejismo de felicidad,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">oasis en el desierto,</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">donde quise calmar mi sed...</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Que pena saber que fui tan poco y tú tanto!</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hoy, ahogo mis ansias y</span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> mis sueños</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">en las arenas de alguna orilla desierta</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y muero de soledad... </span></em></div><div> </div></div></div><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-208784618985370162009-09-10T14:16:00.007-04:302009-09-10T14:28:39.362-04:30Fracaso...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkFNUOjYb-vwTExiKfOJiObr-4c1DqpaOs7KBl5JcS671lUZVz8CvFSuzxDSHf5s0tmpERQ-BlDH2hKp3Lht54HnHpXEaMl3UdFGLIbdpNQEm9y9rfjsbwJUYqagVPFP4vbeA9RjQX_w/s1600-h/251843521199710720_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379912322260156802" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJkFNUOjYb-vwTExiKfOJiObr-4c1DqpaOs7KBl5JcS671lUZVz8CvFSuzxDSHf5s0tmpERQ-BlDH2hKp3Lht54HnHpXEaMl3UdFGLIbdpNQEm9y9rfjsbwJUYqagVPFP4vbeA9RjQX_w/s320/251843521199710720_f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>He aprendido: </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>ninguna lágrima es garantía de olvido,</em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">he llorado mares y aún te llevo conmigo...</span></em></p><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-937428274521830232009-09-01T11:01:00.004-04:302009-09-01T11:10:24.240-04:30No tengo motivo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxcblPHBuF8QgF13cgFvBTkgHaXjXGHjw3WmLtLWFtJHNqkaNrNHX_aQooZceDn9AOuHnZSB-UiR_AaOkkdv4F-9GvOEJOoBJFkFtj8YT9vrjX_pQr0rg6lPamflYcveFAzjjopSyOAw/s1600-h/lagrimasll0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376522111559770370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxcblPHBuF8QgF13cgFvBTkgHaXjXGHjw3WmLtLWFtJHNqkaNrNHX_aQooZceDn9AOuHnZSB-UiR_AaOkkdv4F-9GvOEJOoBJFkFtj8YT9vrjX_pQr0rg6lPamflYcveFAzjjopSyOAw/s320/lagrimasll0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Si me dieran a elegir,</em></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>escogería -al anochecer- dormir entre tus brazos</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y despertar en tí, a tu lado</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Si me dieran la oportunidad</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>de borrar un día de mi vida,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>renunciaría a aquel que decidiste</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>alejarte sin decir adiós</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y sin darme la excusa de tu desamor</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Si me regalaran un motivo</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>para seguir escribiendo mi historia</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cerraría mis ojos y empezaría de nuevo,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>pero aún te tengo en mi memoria...</em></span></p><p><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></p><p></p><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-17945323930548187532009-08-19T12:59:00.007-04:302009-08-19T13:08:16.343-04:30Sueños de pajarito...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsY9K9J8h8YYAHOnuc5OrPj9Bm2zO0kIFRTRnd4AaUKE_y7TB1w2Fnt-C4tigFBF_tySXGimHo-FzYNYdZ6aY08zKzmZErfD6mxMDweDD4_LPElDQs2L5gDIl_BN23OVrVddIENcn1SaA/s1600-h/20090717135447-angel-denusdo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371728486792426898" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsY9K9J8h8YYAHOnuc5OrPj9Bm2zO0kIFRTRnd4AaUKE_y7TB1w2Fnt-C4tigFBF_tySXGimHo-FzYNYdZ6aY08zKzmZErfD6mxMDweDD4_LPElDQs2L5gDIl_BN23OVrVddIENcn1SaA/s320/20090717135447-angel-denusdo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Soy pajarito pequeño que</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aclamando libertad,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>necesita el abrigo y el calor de un nido que la guarde</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Deja que vuele -libre- a tí</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y encuentre refugio entre tus brazos</em></span></p><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-23464842836836195912009-08-14T15:06:00.005-04:302009-08-14T15:15:49.086-04:30<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UFdebIKY2HqcKYnY9ElYQc_erIHDjdXMbQXR86ABbfW5qM5_4yFRzwmuGUFEPu3EVx8NUr_iZenyQR6LPteFXxyZdrm94F3juRSawlfbB8kJx0HSuLD71SDTZ1ekX1O49_HGphZDIpY/s1600-h/soledadgdhdhdyd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369905732980349314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UFdebIKY2HqcKYnY9ElYQc_erIHDjdXMbQXR86ABbfW5qM5_4yFRzwmuGUFEPu3EVx8NUr_iZenyQR6LPteFXxyZdrm94F3juRSawlfbB8kJx0HSuLD71SDTZ1ekX1O49_HGphZDIpY/s320/soledadgdhdhdyd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">El amor no se hizo para mi,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">aún así, cuando cierro los ojos,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">sueño que soy feliz</span></em></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Voy a tratar de dormir largamente,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">la realidad es una daga punteaguda</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">que me hiere hasta morir</span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">...</span></em></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-63885787556473928852009-08-11T12:47:00.005-04:302009-08-11T13:00:15.688-04:30Hasta el final...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IxOkBMcA0LIUwhJNfsewi_wp2ohU18ayq8uyLYGeZtDCwYQ62HCM1UkW9pPChXLwA7tl4VQCE0VYctv8Y2gBw0i4QqLnO-W7p1hbL23cC7Do2e3hUWqPW68HX-igFs96VJzsB6yL1sY/s1600-h/586.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368757064053219778" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IxOkBMcA0LIUwhJNfsewi_wp2ohU18ayq8uyLYGeZtDCwYQ62HCM1UkW9pPChXLwA7tl4VQCE0VYctv8Y2gBw0i4QqLnO-W7p1hbL23cC7Do2e3hUWqPW68HX-igFs96VJzsB6yL1sY/s320/586.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Yo,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tácito silencio, verso escrito,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>baúl lleno de ilusiones,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>albergue de sueños</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>e instantes esperados</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tú,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>historia inconclusa, versos recitados,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cofre abierto,</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ente distante</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>vestido de inevitable ausencia</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Existe un fuerte antagonismo entre los dos,</em></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>aún así, te amaré hasta el final de mis dias.</em></span></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-5886930734817495432009-08-08T00:33:00.006-04:302009-08-13T11:00:22.221-04:30Estar ahí...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuBbzwbma54ght2pb-LnQaIYRxYzWLyz78iNLbHz5YHc6iSA97eFtYKrG4dETy8E9R7JtlKPnGvNILF0fs7Hf9RJe0_XVtZ-ldTCFkhV-448ElXmAUOye-gCBCoTQTvMkp8_qQEenv7Q/s1600-h/musa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367454639230893458" style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuBbzwbma54ght2pb-LnQaIYRxYzWLyz78iNLbHz5YHc6iSA97eFtYKrG4dETy8E9R7JtlKPnGvNILF0fs7Hf9RJe0_XVtZ-ldTCFkhV-448ElXmAUOye-gCBCoTQTvMkp8_qQEenv7Q/s320/musa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Me encantaría estar ahí</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>cerca de ti o donde tú estés</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>sentirte sobre mi, convertida en tu colchón</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>o ser la almohada que te guarda los sueños, dormido</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y uno que otro pensamiento, despierto</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Me gustaria ser tu boca, tus dientes o tu lengua</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>para ser saliva, gusto o aliento.</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Transmutarme, tal vez, en tu voz</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y hacerme verbo y luego palabra</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Me gustaría quedarme a tu lado,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>ser la sombra que desviste tu interior</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y se queda tras de ti o a un costado,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>para cuidarte con los rayos de sol</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y arrullarte en los brazos de la luna</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Todo eso me gustaria,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>lo demás, no puedo decirlo con palabras...</em></span></p><p></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-90425722392458885452009-08-05T09:10:00.002-04:302009-08-05T09:20:51.451-04:30En días de lluvia...<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGNgodBkJZY&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGNgodBkJZY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Soñar no me basta,</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>aunque trate de escribir tu presencia</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>duele mucho tu eterna ausencia...</em></span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-21819044688694256302009-08-03T22:44:00.008-04:302009-08-03T23:32:40.558-04:30Antojo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4U24bYRPUI_epi63qzJUYKr24eZTlaY7wjSbdUccTHUDGmEXVUhDliPpvMBJWZDf8f8tr_CEnczzb4vsk62wzlz-DV5JA2ae5CDlVK1vjeKTnJjV-WfMOO4fXksGNdKeV_7zd8jxh_PI/s1600-h/huge3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365942897985918402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4U24bYRPUI_epi63qzJUYKr24eZTlaY7wjSbdUccTHUDGmEXVUhDliPpvMBJWZDf8f8tr_CEnczzb4vsk62wzlz-DV5JA2ae5CDlVK1vjeKTnJjV-WfMOO4fXksGNdKeV_7zd8jxh_PI/s320/huge3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVAWTeGtGQSwLHWn1rUSLM2wWfNEU2fReFyBoJO48Hvrxf_mgpZ_Y7HrwQUWhvg78DwOopI3aLdpjKTNBc_jmAU_KG2hw5BWHYbV4ix9a-IHi3Xq5ltxd8sgB1M_TsNQ-BCe3NnMRDA0/s1600-h/boca%25C3%25A7.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Acércate,</em></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>alivia esta ansiedad.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tienta con la humedad de tu boca</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>estos labios que se mueren de ganas</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y calma este antojo de ti</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>con un beso...</em></span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-85783651643465647612009-07-27T16:26:00.011-04:302009-08-03T23:36:14.622-04:30Promisorio<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LpyrYumpuKuWEkDEXgIxAFfFcG0AbjWd9CK9rsLd2pyq6g0v5jokACgMMvefHLJNUxqcTNBHhFXc4u3O3IFY0ZQ2e7dvpacULF99Yx9LvnYGptEULPsKJ9sG-4QtBJP1YMTAOr4Zod0/s1600-h/081014-aliento-04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363249206177720178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LpyrYumpuKuWEkDEXgIxAFfFcG0AbjWd9CK9rsLd2pyq6g0v5jokACgMMvefHLJNUxqcTNBHhFXc4u3O3IFY0ZQ2e7dvpacULF99Yx9LvnYGptEULPsKJ9sG-4QtBJP1YMTAOr4Zod0/s320/081014-aliento-04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Debutante promisorio</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>de caricias advertidas</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>otra vez dentro, empezó eso...</em></span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Ya te siento luchar sobre mi pecho.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tu lengua combativa hace batalla</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>en mi tibia y ahora silente concavidad.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Uno, sueltas...</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Luego con tu dulce sabor-aroma</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>unto mis labios</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y respiro.</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Esta contienda la he ganado yo</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y suspiro...</em></span></p><p></p></div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-5905585255960317712009-07-22T22:43:00.007-04:302009-08-03T23:21:45.966-04:30Contigo...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhla6KJ4_aB5Oz7dZcOM8rYJfB4MSsigdOW1D0zrQYYDAFa9rQpNtC9euIVfXOFOVXmnLD8IjdbRV-q3cacIVc7PDZFQI92P_op7uQ6_bjRrHaoV-XwRlQob5L7jUmq3rUe5vwXh-KgfpA/s1600-h/y1p4PJEtnj9UiZCnO3_ZblMwwi1nh2MyFrhmmzO02o2g7b7x-yaP6N54t0ErKfAramdFH2K130cP2U.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361488854944681794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhla6KJ4_aB5Oz7dZcOM8rYJfB4MSsigdOW1D0zrQYYDAFa9rQpNtC9euIVfXOFOVXmnLD8IjdbRV-q3cacIVc7PDZFQI92P_op7uQ6_bjRrHaoV-XwRlQob5L7jUmq3rUe5vwXh-KgfpA/s320/y1p4PJEtnj9UiZCnO3_ZblMwwi1nh2MyFrhmmzO02o2g7b7x-yaP6N54t0ErKfAramdFH2K130cP2U.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Quiero ser ave que remonta el vuelo</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>surcar el cielo y encontrar mi nido</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>en la orilla de tu cuello</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Llenar mi luna de libertad</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>tirar de las cadenas que me atan</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y andar desnuda entre la tenue luz</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que me envuelve y que me alcanza</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Quiero perder la cordura, envolverte en delirios</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>respirar el aire quieto</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>esperando que la calma se convierta en viento</em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>y apague la llama</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>- a t r a p a d a -</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Quedarme en ti,</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>morir en ti...</em></span></p><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-30002216295076663212009-07-15T22:43:00.011-04:302009-08-13T13:25:22.998-04:30Horizontal...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIDQYbsvlgjT4h-SpsxFnkB29JmVV-e1_AgsqvvGrf2htOuxQCsmwlrUa48fSPt-vaKYoJ1dEcywkOTYE7YLiapeMB-Cq6seB8RoAuD-607j2pUCv4E1wXReAv7LJ0gijA00deAWcj4w/s1600-h/20061108AAO775.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358893077561053058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdIDQYbsvlgjT4h-SpsxFnkB29JmVV-e1_AgsqvvGrf2htOuxQCsmwlrUa48fSPt-vaKYoJ1dEcywkOTYE7YLiapeMB-Cq6seB8RoAuD-607j2pUCv4E1wXReAv7LJ0gijA00deAWcj4w/s320/20061108AAO775.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Posiblemente hoy </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">muera aniquilada de deseos,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">de pensar en ti,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">de extrañarte</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Posiblemente mi amor</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">sea insolente y un poco vulnerable</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">pero mi debilidad radica en mis pies siempre descalzos,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">caminando el cielo</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">El reloj se retrasa</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y mis recuerdos -hechos sueños-</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">son la imagen desprotegida </span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">de estar, con lo que está ausente.</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Mientras finjo tu compañía,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">las persianas de mi ventana pintan líneas horizontales</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">en mi eterna soledad...</span></em></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" /></a></p>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8539014990881091331.post-68338150364089366052009-07-05T17:34:00.009-04:302009-08-03T23:25:50.541-04:30Como jinete...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nwqi-0v5GPaCPWpIThGr8Q_TC64P4aoql4ECXoYy75m-Vzkw7b3lZ1hZ1TYOKBCYDH3Ybsvzx8IFr8A9VifuA0iIoUhbrDcQpVomF6piznkJuwPK8zFzZMBmnGMQs4w_wmRlIPMmO_c/s1600-h/PIEL_MOJADA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355100545995295138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nwqi-0v5GPaCPWpIThGr8Q_TC64P4aoql4ECXoYy75m-Vzkw7b3lZ1hZ1TYOKBCYDH3Ybsvzx8IFr8A9VifuA0iIoUhbrDcQpVomF6piznkJuwPK8zFzZMBmnGMQs4w_wmRlIPMmO_c/s320/PIEL_MOJADA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em><strong>La noche cómplice y la luna testigo...</strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Me tienes frente a ti</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>al alcance de tus manos, sin tocarme<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Contemplas el paisaje,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>disfrutas el momento</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mientras juego a acercarme lentamente</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>-acechando-</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>te prendes de mis labios</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y tus manos incesantes ordenan mis deseos,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mis piernas obedientes, toman rumbos diferentes</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>(este y oeste)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Mi mundo interior -antes desolado-</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>se puebla de ti y un gemido susurra al viento.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>Tu lengua juega con mis frutos maduros</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>y sedientos del hombre que me hace feliz,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>mujer hasta el final de los tiempos...</em></span><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Los sueños son como jinetes </em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>que cabalgan libremente por la llanura.</em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Cierro mis ojos y te imagino alli,</em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>sentado en esa silla , esperando por mi</em></span>.</div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/248/7DFDC0376A6D78C057144C209BF0ABA5.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>@ngelluzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03738568090207851177noreply@blogger.com26