<?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-37446391</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:57:50.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Were Mine</title><subtitle type='html'>Con el corazón de Billie, con mi corazón y mi alma...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-3048507150549062325</id><published>2008-04-09T18:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:43:01.364-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aromas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/R_03tvWFOXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cS_qKfbyn_E/s1600-h/c.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/R_03tvWFOXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cS_qKfbyn_E/s320/c.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187363604743403890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu perfume en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;mi testigo silente&lt;br /&gt;de ganas contenidas&lt;br /&gt;por perderme en tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso no ves en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;los besos que espero&lt;br /&gt;de tu boca lejana?&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso eres tan tonto&lt;br /&gt;para no saberme&lt;br /&gt;con una sola mirada?&lt;br /&gt;No es amor esto,&lt;br /&gt;lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;Es una arrolladora pasión&lt;br /&gt;embriagada de química,&lt;br /&gt;y aventura insolente.&lt;br /&gt;Es un destello de juventud&lt;br /&gt;para nuestras décadas&lt;br /&gt;y responsabilidades.&lt;br /&gt;Es una pincelada de irreverencia&lt;br /&gt;para la rutina aplastante.&lt;br /&gt;Es una ternura invaluable&lt;br /&gt;entre dos eternos&lt;br /&gt;casi amantes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/R_03tvWFOXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cS_qKfbyn_E/s72-c/c.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-5754825554167801551</id><published>2008-02-19T18:00:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:45:47.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrazándote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/R7uOFLRatSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZdCW4fbQQak/s1600-h/thehug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168881216914109730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/R7uOFLRatSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZdCW4fbQQak/s320/thehug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;deshojarse de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma palidece&lt;br /&gt;sin poder consolarte.&lt;br /&gt;Todo daría de mi&lt;br /&gt;por tu alegría extraviada&lt;br /&gt;tras la sombra de la duda.&lt;br /&gt;¿Servirían mis lágrimas?&lt;br /&gt;Lloraría un río&lt;br /&gt;si con ello limpiara&lt;br /&gt;la oscuridad de tu pesar...&lt;br /&gt;Pero sólo puedo&lt;br /&gt;secar tu mejilla húmeda,&lt;br /&gt;sostener tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;contra mi pecho,&lt;br /&gt;acunar tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;a fuerza de quererte...&lt;br /&gt;y en silencio&lt;br /&gt;rogar para que vuelvas&lt;br /&gt;a latir de amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagen: The Hug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://escrevoapenas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/1067761.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://escrevoapenas.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/1067761.html&lt;/span&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/37446391-5754825554167801551?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/5754825554167801551/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=5754825554167801551' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5754825554167801551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5754825554167801551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2008/02/abrazndote.html' title='Abrazándote'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/R7uOFLRatSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZdCW4fbQQak/s72-c/thehug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-5582982357869996043</id><published>2008-02-07T02:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:15:07.589-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por los nombres amarrados al amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSz16ngdsG0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSz16ngdsG0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will remember you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don´t let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the good times that we had?&lt;br /&gt;I let them slip away from us when things got bad&lt;br /&gt;How clearly I first saw you smilin´ in the sun&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel your warmth upon me, I wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don´t let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m so tired but I can´t sleep&lt;br /&gt;Standin´ on the edge of something much too deep&lt;br /&gt;It´s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word&lt;br /&gt;We are screaming inside, but we can´t be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don´t let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to loose&lt;br /&gt;Clinging to a past that doesn´t let me choose&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a darkness, deep and endless night&lt;br /&gt;You gave me everything you had, oh you gave me light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don´t let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Don´t let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo te recordaré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te recordaré&lt;br /&gt;¿Me recordarás tú?&lt;br /&gt;No dejes pasar la vida&lt;br /&gt;No llores por los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Recuerdas los buenos tiempos que tuvimos?&lt;br /&gt;Dejé que se fueran cuando las cosas fueron mal&lt;br /&gt;Que claro vi por primera vez tu sonrisa en el sol&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sentir tu calor en mí, quiero ser la única&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te recordaré&lt;br /&gt;¿Me recordarás tú?&lt;br /&gt;No dejes pasar la vida&lt;br /&gt;No llores por los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muy cansada pero no puedo dormir&lt;br /&gt;Estando sobre el borde de algo mucho mas profundo&lt;br /&gt;Es gracioso como sentimos tanto pero no podemos articular palabra&lt;br /&gt;Estamos gritando por dentro, pero no podemos ser escuchados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo te recordaré&lt;br /&gt;¿Me recordarás tú?&lt;br /&gt;No dejes pasar la vida&lt;br /&gt;No llores por los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo tanto miedo de amarte, pero más de perderte&lt;br /&gt;Atada a un pasado que no me deja escoger&lt;br /&gt;Una vez hubo una oscura, profunda e interminable noche&lt;br /&gt;Tú me diste todo lo que tenías, oh tú me diste la luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te recordaré&lt;br /&gt;¿Me recordarás tú?&lt;br /&gt;No dejes pasar la vida&lt;br /&gt;No llores por los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo te recordaré&lt;br /&gt;¿Me recordarás tú?&lt;br /&gt;No dejes pasar la vida&lt;br /&gt;No llores por los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;No llores por los recuerdos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-5582982357869996043?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/5582982357869996043/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=5582982357869996043' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5582982357869996043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5582982357869996043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2008/02/por-los-nombres-amarrados-al-amor.html' title='Por los nombres amarrados al amor'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-2891371570484984116</id><published>2007-10-12T01:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:00:17.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Creo en tí</title><content type='html'>Porque sólo necesito que tú lo digas&lt;br /&gt;para que en mi sea cierto.&lt;br /&gt;Porque es suficiente que tú lo creas&lt;br /&gt;para que yo tenga fé en ello.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eres la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;por sobre toda causa perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Porque creo en tí&lt;br /&gt;me siento capaz de creer en mi.&lt;br /&gt;MAS ALLA DE LA RAZON.&lt;br /&gt;MAS ALLA DE LA LOCURA...&lt;br /&gt;SIEMPRE...&lt;br /&gt;JUNTOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIIpowId1XY" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIIpowId1XY" width="425" height="353" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;User Youtube: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/user/Abiography"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://es.youtube.com/user/Abiography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I belive in you" Kylie Minogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-2891371570484984116?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/2891371570484984116/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=2891371570484984116' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/2891371570484984116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/2891371570484984116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/10/creo-en-t.html' title='Creo en tí'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-7767343480621586006</id><published>2007-09-16T23:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:36:48.645-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La sed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Ru3xwlMGFKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NYw_QszPl2w/s1600-h/my%2520lady%2520waiting%2520.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111006969054237858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Ru3xwlMGFKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NYw_QszPl2w/s320/my%2520lady%2520waiting%2520.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No tengo mucho que decir&lt;br /&gt;con mi voz susurrante.&lt;br /&gt;Acuno sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;en el silencio desbordado&lt;br /&gt;de la rutina y la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo al abrigo de mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;en la nocturnidad&lt;br /&gt;de un abrazo dormido&lt;br /&gt;encuentro sosiego en esta espera.&lt;br /&gt;Sin la levedad de tu dulzura&lt;br /&gt;no habría quizás sonrisas,&lt;br /&gt;ni música...&lt;br /&gt;sólo sabría de la nada...&lt;br /&gt;Pero "estás aquí"&lt;br /&gt;y cada día me elevo&lt;br /&gt;con tu invitación a resistir la sed...&lt;br /&gt;¡hasta que llegue un caudal de besos!&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto,&lt;br /&gt;sólo espero, sólo aguardo,&lt;br /&gt;y en silencio ruego&lt;br /&gt;que no se marchite mi pecho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pintura: Ann Ella Soileau Joubert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.ar/imgres?imgurl=http://www.annellasart.com/480x552/my%2520lady%2520waiting%2520.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.annellasart.com/Originals.htm&amp;amp;h=422&amp;amp;w=532&amp;amp;sz=185&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;start=13&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=ZCEa0NsbCAOs6M:&amp;amp;tbnh=105&amp;amp;tbnw=132&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlady%2Bwaiting%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Des"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://images.google.com.ar/imgres?imgurl=http://www.annellasart.com/480x552/my%2520lady%2520waiting%2520.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.annellasart.com/Originals.htm&amp;amp;h=422&amp;amp;w=532&amp;amp;sz=185&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;start=13&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=ZCEa0NsbCAOs6M:&amp;amp;tbnh=105&amp;amp;tbnw=132&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlady%2Bwaiting%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-7767343480621586006?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/7767343480621586006/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=7767343480621586006' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/7767343480621586006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/7767343480621586006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-sed.html' title='La sed'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Ru3xwlMGFKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NYw_QszPl2w/s72-c/my%2520lady%2520waiting%2520.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-1716470581678645876</id><published>2007-08-31T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:50:58.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Distancias</title><content type='html'>Una canción dedicada a los corazones entre los que median distancias... pero que están unidos por el más bello sentimiento... Para vosotros, para ti, para mi, para ellos, para ellas... no existen espacios, ni tiempos cuando el amor late ahí dentro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;object" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRoW8pTrDy0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRoW8pTrDy0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Swear - John Michael Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;Usuario Youtube: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/tombul"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/tombul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Brokeback Mountain... donde ninguna distancia hizo la diferencia para un gran amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-1716470581678645876?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/1716470581678645876/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=1716470581678645876' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/1716470581678645876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/1716470581678645876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/08/distancias.html' title='Distancias'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-6496316877009202936</id><published>2007-08-16T07:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:59:22.378-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrínseco</title><content type='html'>Nunca dejaré de existir&lt;br /&gt;mientras seas&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dejarás de ser,&lt;br /&gt;mientras exista.&lt;br /&gt;Porque he nacido&lt;br /&gt;cuando pronunciaste mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;y eres real&lt;br /&gt;desde mis anhelos perpetuos,&lt;br /&gt;secretos y perdidos.&lt;br /&gt;En el devenir del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;tienes mi esencia...&lt;br /&gt;Eres y soy&lt;br /&gt;Estoy y estás.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no te alcanzo,&lt;br /&gt;no llegas a mi...&lt;br /&gt;no ahora, no esta vez...&lt;br /&gt;Quizás debamos esperar&lt;br /&gt;a perdernos nuevamente...&lt;br /&gt;Prométeme&lt;br /&gt;que no me olvidará tu alma&lt;br /&gt;que le enseñarás a buscarme&lt;br /&gt;que me hallará a tiempo&lt;br /&gt;que sabrá hablarme del destino&lt;br /&gt;que me hará saber&lt;br /&gt;de este eterno amor...&lt;br /&gt;Búscame&lt;br /&gt;que yo prometo esperarte,&lt;br /&gt;sabré que no eres sólo un sueño!&lt;br /&gt;Y si pasa el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y no llegas,&lt;br /&gt;yo misma iré a encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;para que "antes", "ahora" y "después"&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo sea&lt;br /&gt;SIEMPRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vi3Yjqvwh4M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vi3Yjqvwh4M" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Un día llegará" - Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;Enlace Youtube: &lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=Vi3Yjqvwh4M"&gt;http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=Vi3Yjqvwh4M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-6496316877009202936?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/6496316877009202936/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=6496316877009202936' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/6496316877009202936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/6496316877009202936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/08/intrnseco.html' title='Intrínseco'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-6521546418044892102</id><published>2007-07-26T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:45:04.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A los ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rqkix_dlK9I/AAAAAAAAADg/5XbECgRmyh8/s1600-h/mirame.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091639095963495378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rqkix_dlK9I/AAAAAAAAADg/5XbECgRmyh8/s320/mirame.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mírame a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;piérdete conmigo e imagina&lt;br /&gt;una caricia primero,&lt;br /&gt;un beso después.&lt;br /&gt;Mírame los labios,&lt;br /&gt;adivina las palabras&lt;br /&gt;que no puedo pronunciar&lt;br /&gt;y dilas por mí:&lt;br /&gt;quiero abandonarme a tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;Mírame, percibe silente&lt;br /&gt;los latidos de mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;anhelante de tu ritmo,&lt;br /&gt;de tu calor en mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Mírame que encontrarás&lt;br /&gt;mis sentimientos para tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;ese alma que veo&lt;br /&gt;con sólo mirar a tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;con sólo mirar tus labios&lt;br /&gt;percibiendo en silencio&lt;br /&gt;cada latido de este sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;que hay entre tú y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091639787453230050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RqkjaPdlK-I/AAAAAAAAADo/nq-Z-h6LhYw/s200/sc-lips.jpeg" border="0" /&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/37446391-6521546418044892102?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/6521546418044892102/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=6521546418044892102' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/6521546418044892102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/6521546418044892102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/07/los-ojos.html' title='A los ojos'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rqkix_dlK9I/AAAAAAAAADg/5XbECgRmyh8/s72-c/mirame.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-1662403767982867218</id><published>2007-07-18T12:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:51:51.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Extrañándote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A veces me pregunto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuándo dejaré de sentir que te extraño,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuándo podré saciar mis anhelos de tenerte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en qué instante recuperaré aquello que perdí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquello que en algún instante olvidó mi alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque alguna vez te tuve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en algún momento fuimos uno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿O quizás hemos sido lanzados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a esta búsqueda eterna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anhelando un encuentro que nunca llega?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sin importar tiempo o distancia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;estás en mi y estoy en ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;viviendo a través de la mirada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sintiéndonos desde el alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088565092550851986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rp42_cXyPZI/AAAAAAAAADI/RYisjeE3Otg/s320/soledad%2520de%2520mujer.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-1662403767982867218?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/1662403767982867218/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=1662403767982867218' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/1662403767982867218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/1662403767982867218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/07/extrandote.html' title='Extrañándote'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rp42_cXyPZI/AAAAAAAAADI/RYisjeE3Otg/s72-c/soledad%2520de%2520mujer.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-2255750452415290101</id><published>2007-06-30T02:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:45:00.561-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajo la luz de la luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RoXrZOTDVII/AAAAAAAAADA/wakv37MsE1Y/s1600-h/perfectmoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081726573124736130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RoXrZOTDVII/AAAAAAAAADA/wakv37MsE1Y/s320/perfectmoon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camino en silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por la luz de plata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;elevo mis ojos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y tu mirada llega a mi alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dejaste un mensaje&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escrito en el brillo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de la luna llena;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no se trata de palabras, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apenas un suspiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero puedo leerte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tanto como puedo sentirte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abrigarme con tu calidez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mis ojos bajan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la luna queda atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero tu abrazo permanece,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sencillamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en mi corazón...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-2255750452415290101?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/2255750452415290101/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=2255750452415290101' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/2255750452415290101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/2255750452415290101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/06/bajo-la-luz-de-la-luna.html' title='Bajo la luz de la luna'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RoXrZOTDVII/AAAAAAAAADA/wakv37MsE1Y/s72-c/perfectmoon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-7688562538134360331</id><published>2007-06-25T19:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:31:40.009-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tú en mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RoBB5f2UYKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VdI9bNRhBl4/s1600-h/woman-rain.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080132835731595426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RoBB5f2UYKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VdI9bNRhBl4/s320/woman-rain.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isarawin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.isarawin.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; - woman-rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pensarte me sabe a sol,&lt;br /&gt;a mi boca cálida con tu sabor.&lt;br /&gt;Te siento lluvia de verano&lt;br /&gt;deslizándose por mis brazos,&lt;br /&gt;alcanzando leve mis manos...&lt;br /&gt;Y me estremezco&lt;br /&gt;al reconocerte de haberte soñado.&lt;br /&gt;Tu risa me envuelve,&lt;br /&gt;me sostiene, me eleva&lt;br /&gt;y desde allí el mundo&lt;br /&gt;tiene el color de tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;la dulzura de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;cada flor está en tus labios&lt;br /&gt;cada ave está en tus caricias...&lt;br /&gt;Un ruido extraño&lt;br /&gt;me devuelve a la realidad&lt;br /&gt;pero ya has pasado por mi&lt;br /&gt;en pensamiento y sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;y siempre me queda tu ternura&lt;br /&gt;sutil, delicada, tersa,&lt;br /&gt;engarzada a mi cintura.&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/37446391-7688562538134360331?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/7688562538134360331/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=7688562538134360331' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/7688562538134360331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/7688562538134360331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/06/t-en-mi.html' title='Tú en mi'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RoBB5f2UYKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VdI9bNRhBl4/s72-c/woman-rain.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-5152882691246290949</id><published>2007-06-05T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:56:44.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primer contacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RmVAOf2UYJI/AAAAAAAAACw/40xkcmvc9gg/s1600-h/loverswithblueeyes-john-nolan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072531173114405010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RmVAOf2UYJI/AAAAAAAAACw/40xkcmvc9gg/s320/loverswithblueeyes-john-nolan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El primer instante,&lt;br /&gt;esa primera mirada,&lt;br /&gt;ese primer contacto&lt;br /&gt;en el que todo en derredor&lt;br /&gt;desaparece&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo existen sus ojos y los tuyos&lt;br /&gt;dentro de un mundo único&lt;br /&gt;fuera de todo contexto&lt;br /&gt;sólo ambos, perdidos de todo&lt;br /&gt;encontrados uno en el otro…&lt;br /&gt;Y luego la duda&lt;br /&gt;¿sólo a mi me ha sucedido?&lt;br /&gt;¿qué sintió al verme?&lt;br /&gt;¿acaso me ha visto?&lt;br /&gt;Te pones en acción nuevamente:&lt;br /&gt;miras con atención, pero disimulando&lt;br /&gt;(no quieres quedar en evidencia)&lt;br /&gt;Y te derrites otra vez&lt;br /&gt;en el contacto...&lt;br /&gt;Bajas los ojos temblando&lt;br /&gt;¡Te ha mirado…!&lt;br /&gt;¿avanzas o esperas?&lt;br /&gt;Para cuando lo decidas&lt;br /&gt;allí otra decisión se habrá tomado&lt;br /&gt;¿la misma?&lt;br /&gt;sólo el riesgo será testigo&lt;br /&gt;si te atreves a averiguarlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture: Lovers whit blue eyes - John Nolan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-5152882691246290949?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/5152882691246290949/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=5152882691246290949' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5152882691246290949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5152882691246290949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/06/primer-contacto.html' title='Primer contacto'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RmVAOf2UYJI/AAAAAAAAACw/40xkcmvc9gg/s72-c/loverswithblueeyes-john-nolan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-119544654443644874</id><published>2007-05-24T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:19:55.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Página 179, Párrafo Segundo... Tarea Cumplida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amiga Pon... tarde pero seguro. Este es el libro que estoy releyendo ultimamente... me gusta mucho... una historia dulce, sensual, apasionada y hasta descarnada a veces... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RlYNWmEeHPI/AAAAAAAAACo/CqzZzPp8LEY/s1600-h/n54080.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068253112479653106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RlYNWmEeHPI/AAAAAAAAACo/CqzZzPp8LEY/s320/n54080.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-          No exactamente como yo me imaginaba. Le gustó mucho y le excitó. A partir de entonces puedo decir que ya me ve de una manera diferente y que quiere más de esa nueva sensación. Le expliqué que tal cosa no estaba bien, que era algo prohibido, que aunque era algo que podía suceder entre muchas personas, no podía suceder entre nosotros y, superficialmente, lo comprendió. Realmente captó el hecho de que estaba prohibido y ha cooperado de una manera espléndida. No ha vuelto a suceder ni sucederá en el futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Tim”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Colleen McCullough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Página 179 - Segundo Párrafo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo dejaré el meme para:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi querida amiga, &lt;strong&gt;Mar del Norte&lt;/strong&gt;; al entrañable &lt;strong&gt;Sense &amp; NonSense&lt;/strong&gt;; al dueño de las &lt;strong&gt;7 llaves&lt;/strong&gt; y finalmente a mi querido &lt;strong&gt;Homo Sapiensis&lt;/strong&gt;... (no me olvidé de tí, Hombre Virtuoso, pero vi que ya tienes tu tarea desde el cálido Hermes...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un beso y gracias por compartir tanta belleza literaria...&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/37446391-119544654443644874?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/119544654443644874/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=119544654443644874' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/119544654443644874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/119544654443644874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/05/pgina-179-prrafo-segundo-tarea-cumplida.html' title='Página 179, Párrafo Segundo... Tarea Cumplida!'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RlYNWmEeHPI/AAAAAAAAACo/CqzZzPp8LEY/s72-c/n54080.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-5393675900514980119</id><published>2007-05-22T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:03:57.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin medida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RlNor2EeHNI/AAAAAAAAACY/TaD13xD_Rnw/s1600-h/helmut_kiss.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067509108179868882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RlNor2EeHNI/AAAAAAAAACY/TaD13xD_Rnw/s320/helmut_kiss.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te amo y desespero&lt;br /&gt;porque sepas cuánto...&lt;br /&gt;¿Son suficientes mis gestos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Calan hondo mis palabras?&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser tu lenguaje&lt;br /&gt;y tus movimientos,&lt;br /&gt;acompasarme a tus ritmos&lt;br /&gt;que te seduzcan los míos...&lt;br /&gt;Anhelo tus manos&lt;br /&gt;conociendo mi piel,&lt;br /&gt;el deseo de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;perdiéndose en los míos,&lt;br /&gt;quiero tu boca&lt;br /&gt;mezclada en mi boca&lt;br /&gt;danzando en besos eternos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero el contacto acaba&lt;br /&gt;y lo que va contigo&lt;br /&gt;como lo que queda en mi,&lt;br /&gt;no tiene medida que alcance:&lt;br /&gt;no sé cuánto es&lt;br /&gt;no sé si es suficiente...&lt;br /&gt;SIEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;TENGO SED DE SENTIRTE&lt;br /&gt;a la vez que un caudal inagotable&lt;br /&gt;que brota y desborda&lt;br /&gt;de sentimientos por tí&lt;br /&gt;casi me ahoga&lt;br /&gt;por brindarte este amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-5393675900514980119?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/5393675900514980119/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=5393675900514980119' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5393675900514980119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5393675900514980119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/05/sin-medida.html' title='Sin medida'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RlNor2EeHNI/AAAAAAAAACY/TaD13xD_Rnw/s72-c/helmut_kiss.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-5439056774892530719</id><published>2007-05-01T17:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:08:05.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Renacer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.edvard-munch.com/Paintings/love/amor&amp;psyche_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edvard-munch.com/Paintings/love/amor&amp;amp;psyche_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amarte sin medida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;desconociendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cuándo será el último beso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cuál, la última caricia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me dejo ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;en la pasión de tus brazos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;embriagada del néctar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que tus palabras derraman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;en susurros leves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soy frágil y leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cuando tu boca me seduce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cuando tu piel siembra calidez &lt;a href="http://www.edvard-munch.com/Paintings/love/amor&amp;psyche_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.edvard-munch.com/Paintings/love/amor&amp;psyche_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;en el hielo de mis miedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mírame en ese instante,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mírame derramarme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me deshago, desaparezco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y al abrir mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tu mirada me recrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;soy lo que tú deseas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y siento mi primer aliento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;con la dulzura de tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edvard-munch.com/gallery/love/amor&amp;amp;psyche.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.edvard-munch.com/gallery/love/amor&amp;amp;psyche.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-5439056774892530719?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/5439056774892530719/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=5439056774892530719' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5439056774892530719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5439056774892530719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/05/renacer.html' title='Renacer'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-1876763719593064583</id><published>2007-04-12T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:50:58.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Día de lluvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rh6pFSxwyYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/efqjidNeOMQ/s1600-h/lluvia-arte-redes-com.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052661740361271682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rh6pFSxwyYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/efqjidNeOMQ/s320/lluvia-arte-redes-com.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pasos húmedos&lt;br /&gt;los de tu lluvia, lejos de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Caminas y yo a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;con silencios de compañía,&lt;br /&gt;un coro introvertido&lt;br /&gt;de sentidos perdidos:&lt;br /&gt;sólo tus ojos la luz,&lt;br /&gt;sólo tu risa el calor,&lt;br /&gt;sólo tu piel el reposo,&lt;br /&gt;solo tú mi destino...&lt;br /&gt;Pero tan sólo fue algo que vi&lt;br /&gt;cuando cerré mis ojos al pensarte:&lt;br /&gt;esas calles&lt;br /&gt;donde tal vez&lt;br /&gt;caminas solo&lt;br /&gt;o quizás&lt;br /&gt;en tu mano va el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto&lt;br /&gt;yo espero&lt;br /&gt;que regreses a mi alma&lt;br /&gt;o que la fortuna&lt;br /&gt;me lleve a tu corazón...&lt;br /&gt;otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;como alguna vez ha sido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD.: Te Extraño...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-1876763719593064583?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/1876763719593064583/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=1876763719593064583' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/1876763719593064583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/1876763719593064583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/04/da-de-lluvia.html' title='Día de lluvia'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rh6pFSxwyYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/efqjidNeOMQ/s72-c/lluvia-arte-redes-com.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-5088345870265627845</id><published>2007-03-28T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:03:26.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu perfume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy percibí tu aroma,&lt;br /&gt;llegó a mí inesperadamente,&lt;br /&gt;en un lugar que no te pertenece&lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo,&lt;br /&gt;desde hoy,&lt;br /&gt;estarás allí para siempre...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy el día me huele a mar,&lt;br /&gt;a agua de lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;a rocio matinal.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy a mi alrededor huele a hielo,&lt;br /&gt;y a cálido vapor&lt;br /&gt;de una ducha compartida.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tu perfume de agua fresca&lt;br /&gt;me abrazó en el metro&lt;br /&gt;e inundó mi día&lt;br /&gt;de tu dulce recuerdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047761831678140850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rg1ApEfzYbI/AAAAAAAAACI/AlfUu6sf7f0/s320/cool_water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.josephmcgurl.com/paintings/images/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.josephmcgurl.com/paintings/images/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-5088345870265627845?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/5088345870265627845/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=5088345870265627845' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5088345870265627845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/5088345870265627845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/03/tu-perfume.html' title='Tu perfume'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rg1ApEfzYbI/AAAAAAAAACI/AlfUu6sf7f0/s72-c/cool_water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-7249284886117404292</id><published>2007-03-07T19:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:59:10.609-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por los viejos tiempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Por los viejos tiempos&lt;br /&gt;cedo un momento ante el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;y me dejo caer en los sones de una vieja canción,&lt;br /&gt;la misma que antaño y en silencio&lt;br /&gt;gritaba cuánto sentía profundamente mi ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca pude robar tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;ni borrarte de un soplido&lt;br /&gt;o guardarte en un cajón...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde entonces el tiempo ha pasado&lt;br /&gt;y sí he logrado quererte un poco menos&lt;br /&gt;y poco a poco he podido vivir sin ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por los viejos tiempos,&lt;br /&gt;aquellos en los que quererte era intentar rayar el sol,&lt;br /&gt;vuelvo a sumergirte en mi olvido,&lt;br /&gt;dejo nuevamente los puentes de la memoria&lt;br /&gt;alegrándome de que hoy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;en mis días&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tan sólo seas una persona más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Agosto de 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dKfgpF-A_0I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dKfgpF-A_0I" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-7249284886117404292?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/7249284886117404292/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=7249284886117404292' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/7249284886117404292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/7249284886117404292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/03/por-los-viejos-tiempos.html' title='Por los viejos tiempos'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-7646245974348520631</id><published>2007-02-28T03:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:59:51.744-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Juguemos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aceptando la invitación de mi adorable Caballero Virtuoso, el cual ha revelado una maravilla de cosas preciosas, aquí vengo con mis "Diez cosas..." Algunas en este "tono", otras... no tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muy bien, juguemos entonces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.- Adivinar de qué va la cosa... buscando su mirada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.- Un roce leve de su mano en mi mano, cuando todos nos rodean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.- Los susurros al oido, las palabras justas que me harán volar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.- Ese suspiro que dice "me encanta lo que haces".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.- Una exploración minuciosa donde casi parezca que me descubro de nuevo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.- Los movimientos que denotan el encaje perfecto de su forma en mi forma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.- Pasar mi lengua por sus labios y encontrarme en sabor y aroma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.- Buscar el regalo perfecto, que le haga acelerar el corazón...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.- Sucumbir a los deseos... suyos y míos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.- Tenerlo a mi lado, aun cuando no está, bastando sólo con mirar al horizonte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036474105512799986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/ReUmg7uLLvI/AAAAAAAAABw/j7VfJhQxcQ8/s320/lgTmb_horizonSunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ahora la posta... y como me gustaría mucho saber qué les gusta... les pido que revelen sus 10 cosas a...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El Alma Escindida de Roberto O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hermes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y Mi dulce Mar del Norte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hombre Virtuoso, ha sido un PLACER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-7646245974348520631?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/7646245974348520631/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=7646245974348520631' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/7646245974348520631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/7646245974348520631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/02/juguemos.html' title='Juguemos'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/ReUmg7uLLvI/AAAAAAAAABw/j7VfJhQxcQ8/s72-c/lgTmb_horizonSunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-1585019067647632938</id><published>2007-02-21T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:19:04.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RdzE77uLLuI/AAAAAAAAABg/AOAktO4SVHg/s1600-h/BIGBENBENCH_LILABLUM.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034115017416060642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RdzE77uLLuI/AAAAAAAAABg/AOAktO4SVHg/s320/BIGBENBENCH_LILABLUM.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RdzDdLuLLtI/AAAAAAAAABY/h1eosmw9P4o/s1600-h/soledad%20de%20mujer.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sencillamente... estoy sin ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y he perdido gravedad en mis pies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mis pasos no van a alguna parte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni siquiera se oyen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;siento que he dejado de existir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No camino,  no corro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no estoy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me he ido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A BUSCARTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-1585019067647632938?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/1585019067647632938/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=1585019067647632938' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/1585019067647632938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/1585019067647632938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/02/sin-ti.html' title='Sin ti'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RdzE77uLLuI/AAAAAAAAABg/AOAktO4SVHg/s72-c/BIGBENBENCH_LILABLUM.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-3519190501437665001</id><published>2007-02-12T19:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:36:12.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RdDwHSMKlrI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xxpp_eLePEc/s1600-h/nude_window.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030784791705458354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RdDwHSMKlrI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xxpp_eLePEc/s320/nude_window.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da igual dónde esté tu bahía,&lt;br /&gt;tu puerto no es el mío,&lt;br /&gt;no hay libertad en este destino,&lt;br /&gt;libre albedrío para estar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Y tengo sed de conocerte,&lt;br /&gt;recorrer tus rincones,&lt;br /&gt;descubrir los senderos&lt;br /&gt;de tus sentidos, de tus instintos.&lt;br /&gt;Sueño ver tu despertar&lt;br /&gt;luego de tu dormir en mis brazos,&lt;br /&gt;descubrir en tu desnudez&lt;br /&gt;de cuerpo y de alma&lt;br /&gt;tu vulnerabilidad para mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;Permíteme entregarme sin ataduras,&lt;br /&gt;dame la oportunidad&lt;br /&gt;de jugar con mis propios límites,&lt;br /&gt;déjame sin razón, sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;preguntándome cuándo&lt;br /&gt;me despertaste de este letargo&lt;br /&gt;de este tabú de mis deseos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-3519190501437665001?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/3519190501437665001/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=3519190501437665001' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/3519190501437665001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/3519190501437665001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/02/sed.html' title='Sed'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RdDwHSMKlrI/AAAAAAAAABM/Xxpp_eLePEc/s72-c/nude_window.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-4127460933685192723</id><published>2007-02-03T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:42:06.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Explorando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RcUbb-W0V6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iV5w1-qjF2E/s1600-h/film_bed_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027454726438148002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RcUbb-W0V6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iV5w1-qjF2E/s200/film_bed_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La suave textura de tus labios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que percibo y saboreo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en besos pausados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En un desliz de la realidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucumben mis manos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en tus curvas impensandas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muero por tu cuerpo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por la suavidad de tus caderas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adivinando el movimiento exacto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que te derrame en mis dedos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre suspiros y jadeos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentir cada espasmo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ser la dueña de las caricias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que te hagan decir mi nombre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con la voz quebrada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre la alegría y el llanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de habernos entregado ambas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a esta aventura deliciosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-4127460933685192723?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/4127460933685192723/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=4127460933685192723' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/4127460933685192723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/4127460933685192723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/02/explorando.html' title='Explorando'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/RcUbb-W0V6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/iV5w1-qjF2E/s72-c/film_bed_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-9131757575626928695</id><published>2007-01-29T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:21:26.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadena de Plata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rb5kHeW0V3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5h33AUSwqxA/s1600-h/MC346detail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025564313762682738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rb5kHeW0V3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5h33AUSwqxA/s320/MC346detail.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un lazo apenas perceptible&lt;br /&gt;que me acaricia y me ciñe,&lt;br /&gt;como si en verdad pudiera tu piel&lt;br /&gt;rozar mi muñeca...&lt;br /&gt;Delicado tacto de los eslabones&lt;br /&gt;deslizándose cómplices&lt;br /&gt;en cada movimiento de la mano,&lt;br /&gt;dejando fluir en mi interior&lt;br /&gt;corrientes de emociones&lt;br /&gt;quizás prohibidas hoy,&lt;br /&gt;quizás posibles alguna vez...&lt;br /&gt;o en otra vida...&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto&lt;br /&gt;siento el regalo de tu contacto permanente&lt;br /&gt;y espero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-9131757575626928695?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/9131757575626928695/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=9131757575626928695' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/9131757575626928695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/9131757575626928695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/01/cadena-de-plata.html' title='Cadena de Plata'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NdF-tJy33CQ/Rb5kHeW0V3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5h33AUSwqxA/s72-c/MC346detail.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116916817266309134</id><published>2007-01-18T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:56:12.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan leve y tan intenso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brandonstone.com/photos_generated/neck-750x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.brandonstone.com/photos_generated/neck-750x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una sonrisa silenciosa,&lt;br /&gt;caricia de un pensamiento,&lt;br /&gt;incontenible dicha&lt;br /&gt;de un recuerdo sencillo:&lt;br /&gt;tu boca desconocida,&lt;br /&gt;un milímetro de sensualidad&lt;br /&gt;que aunque no tuve&lt;br /&gt;es real para mis sensaciones,&lt;br /&gt;que aunque inalcanzable&lt;br /&gt;provoca y seduce&lt;br /&gt;como si fuera posible...&lt;br /&gt;Es que...&lt;br /&gt;sencillamente...&lt;br /&gt;Te Extraño... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116916817266309134?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116916817266309134/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116916817266309134' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116916817266309134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116916817266309134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2007/01/tan-leve-y-tan-intenso.html' title='Tan leve y tan intenso'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116750517497170383</id><published>2006-12-30T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T15:59:34.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3400/4207/1600/773758/champagne_pop_aethlos2-720721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3400/4207/320/973534/champagne_pop_aethlos2-720721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para este Año Nuevo&lt;br /&gt;sólo un sencillo deseo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brindar por el Amor,&lt;br /&gt;brindar por la Pasión...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no nos falten en ningún minuto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings!!! &amp;amp; Cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116750517497170383?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116750517497170383/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116750517497170383' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116750517497170383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116750517497170383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116655736809439626</id><published>2006-12-19T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T16:50:11.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Claroscuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.galleriadante.com/images/s/_overlay/suspiro%20en%20claroscuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.galleriadante.com/images/s/_overlay/suspiro%20en%20claroscuro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galleriadante.com/images/s/_overlay/suspiro%20en%20claroscuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo sin voz, llamándote.&lt;br /&gt;He dejado de latir, esperándote.&lt;br /&gt;No brillo más, perdiéndote.&lt;br /&gt;Sin salida, amándote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero vuelves y canto.&lt;br /&gt;Me abrazas y palpito.&lt;br /&gt;Tus caricias... ahora existo.&lt;br /&gt;¡Soy libre cuando me amas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116655736809439626?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116655736809439626/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116655736809439626' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116655736809439626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116655736809439626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/12/claroscuro.html' title='Claroscuro'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116555465719482942</id><published>2006-12-08T01:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T02:22:40.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3400/4207/1600/880024/shower-5b-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3400/4207/320/636910/shower-5b-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una ducha rápida,&lt;br /&gt;un mero trámite...&lt;br /&gt;Pero vienes a mi mente...&lt;br /&gt;el agua no me baña,&lt;br /&gt;desde ese instante me seduce,&lt;br /&gt;recorre cada milímetro de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;y siento que eres tú,&lt;br /&gt;un genio que salió de la botella,&lt;br /&gt;transformó el humo en agua&lt;br /&gt;y ahora descaradamente me recorres,&lt;br /&gt;me conoces,&lt;br /&gt;me percibes y yo me entrego,&lt;br /&gt;acompaño ese placer con mis ganas,&lt;br /&gt;te ayudo a encontrarme,&lt;br /&gt;te enseño dónde y hasta dónde,&lt;br /&gt;te interno en mí,&lt;br /&gt;te permito, te induzco, te sostengo.&lt;br /&gt;Me das placer, estés donde estés,&lt;br /&gt;porque te hiciste agua&lt;br /&gt;y ahora me abrazas&lt;br /&gt;me yergues, me erizas,&lt;br /&gt;me transformas, me llegas.&lt;br /&gt;Y llego. Y tú te escapas, desapareces,&lt;br /&gt;el agua tibia se ha enfriado,&lt;br /&gt;temo te hayas ido por el desagüe...&lt;br /&gt;Pero la sensación en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;te traduce y te leo:&lt;br /&gt;te has incorporado a mis poros,&lt;br /&gt;a mis vellos y cabellos,&lt;br /&gt;te adentraste en mi y aquí te has quedado.&lt;br /&gt;Serás mi aroma todo el día&lt;br /&gt;y a la noche, dormirás conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;¿Mañana?&lt;br /&gt;Te espero, ya sabes dónde encontrarme...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116555465719482942?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116555465719482942/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116555465719482942' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116555465719482942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116555465719482942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/12/agua.html' title='Agua'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116521021035061854</id><published>2006-12-04T01:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T02:30:10.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To Day... Sing Dino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.povray.org/povray.binaries.images/attachment/&lt;3fc6df8c@news.povray.org"&gt;/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://news.povray.org/povray.binaries.images/attachment/%3C3fc6df8c@news.povray.org%3E/stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're smiling&lt;br /&gt;When you're smiling&lt;br /&gt;The whole world smiles with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're laughing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when you're laughing&lt;br /&gt;The sun comes shining through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're crying&lt;br /&gt;You bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;So stop your sighing&lt;br /&gt;Be happy again&lt;br /&gt;Keep on smiling'cause when you're smiling&lt;br /&gt;The whole world smiles with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when you're crying&lt;br /&gt;You bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;So stop your sighing&lt;br /&gt;Be happy again&lt;br /&gt;Keep on smiling'cause when you're smiling&lt;br /&gt;The whole world smiles with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dean Martin - When you smiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116521021035061854?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116521021035061854/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116521021035061854' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116521021035061854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116521021035061854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-day-sing-dino.html' title='To Day... Sing Dino...'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116469026818597661</id><published>2006-11-28T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T02:04:28.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caricias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ningo.com.ar/images/caricias.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ningo.com.ar/images/caricias.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En silencio, quietud y calma...&lt;br /&gt;sólo dejando el tiempo fluir,&lt;br /&gt;y la lluvia caer lentamente&lt;br /&gt;sobre lo que ha sido&lt;br /&gt;y siempre será.&lt;br /&gt;Que se renueve la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;que brote la vida&lt;br /&gt;en un tallo, una flor, una hoja,&lt;br /&gt;y que mi piel vuelva a florecer&lt;br /&gt;con tus etereas caricias...&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llegar y que me llegues&lt;br /&gt;que me alcances y tocarte,&lt;br /&gt;tenerte, reconocerte, recorrerte,&lt;br /&gt;palmo a palmo&lt;br /&gt;cicatriz a cicatriz del corazón enamorado,&lt;br /&gt;surco o sendero de tus años&lt;br /&gt;y mis días.&lt;br /&gt;Sensual, lánguido... no importa&lt;br /&gt;mientras sean nuestras las manos&lt;br /&gt;y nuestra la aventura de sabernos,&lt;br /&gt;aunque se hayan sucedido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eternos años... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anhelo escucharte susurrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"siempre serás mía".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116469026818597661?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116469026818597661/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116469026818597661' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116469026818597661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116469026818597661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/11/caricias.html' title='Caricias'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116408771258985936</id><published>2006-11-21T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:13:50.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>En el mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3400/4207/1600/362461/small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3400/4207/320/927615/small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una isla perdida en el medio del mar&lt;br /&gt;surcada por vientos y huracanes,&lt;br /&gt;tocada y atravesada&lt;br /&gt;por la fuerza de la naturaleza...&lt;br /&gt;a la espera inesperada&lt;br /&gt;de ser otra vez descubierta,&lt;br /&gt;recorrida en sus sendas otrora salvajes&lt;br /&gt;hallada como única una vez más... &lt;a href="http://www.lifecircles-inc.com/blue%20flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una isla perdida que sin explorador&lt;br /&gt;sólo es flora y fauna&lt;br /&gt;de belleza sencilla, incólume&lt;br /&gt;y cantos mudos sin estío.&lt;br /&gt;Ojos que la perciban más alla de lo evidente,&lt;br /&gt;encontrar en ella lo exótico y erótico&lt;br /&gt;de esencias desconocidas,&lt;br /&gt;de aromas aún vírgenes,&lt;br /&gt;de texturas para ser tocadas,&lt;br /&gt;de brisas y mareas para ser sentidas.&lt;br /&gt;Una isla perdida que aguarda, que espera&lt;br /&gt;ser esencialmente redescubierta,&lt;br /&gt;pertenecer, seducida y más que amada&lt;br /&gt;a dos manos que sepan realmente cómo&lt;br /&gt;nuevamente encontrarla... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116408771258985936?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116408771258985936/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116408771258985936' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116408771258985936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116408771258985936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/11/en-el-mar.html' title='En el mar'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116385991439009451</id><published>2006-11-18T10:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:23:04.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You go to my head... only LadyDay... for her man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.acclaimimages.com/_gallery/_SM/0018-0411-0608-2833_SM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.acclaimimages.com/_gallery/_SM/0018-0411-0608-2833_SM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go to my head,&lt;br /&gt;and you linger like a hauting refrain,&lt;br /&gt;and I find you spinning round in my brain&lt;br /&gt;like the bubbles, in a glass of champagne.&lt;br /&gt;You go to my head,&lt;br /&gt;like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew&lt;br /&gt;and I find the very mention of you&lt;br /&gt;like the kicker in a julep or two.&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of the thought&lt;br /&gt;that you might have a thought&lt;br /&gt;to my plea&lt;br /&gt;casts a spell over me&lt;br /&gt;Still I say to my self&lt;br /&gt;"Get a hold of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;can´t you see that it can never be".&lt;br /&gt;You go to my head&lt;br /&gt;with a smile that makes my temperature rise,&lt;br /&gt;like a summer with a thousand Julys,&lt;br /&gt;you intoxicate my soul with your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Tho´I´m certain that this hearts of mine&lt;br /&gt;hasn´t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance.&lt;br /&gt;You go to my head.&lt;br /&gt;You go to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jdhay2__1.tripod.com/Holiday2/BillieHolidayYouGoToMyHead.wav"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://jdhay2__1.tripod.com/Holiday2/BillieHolidayYouGoToMyHead.wav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jdhay2__1.tripod.com/Holiday2/BillieHolidayYouGoToMyHead.wav"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jdhay2__1.tripod.com/Holiday2/BillieHolidayYouGoToMyHead.wav"&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/37446391-116385991439009451?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116385991439009451/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116385991439009451' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116385991439009451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116385991439009451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-go-to-my-head-only-ladyday-for-her.html' title='You go to my head... only LadyDay... for her man'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116365732661903234</id><published>2006-11-16T02:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T02:28:07.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Susurros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3400/4207/1600/On%20Hands%20and%20Knees,%20I%20Love%20Thee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3400/4207/320/On%20Hands%20and%20Knees%2C%20I%20Love%20Thee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Charlie Billich - On Hands and Knees, I Love Thee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero leer&lt;br /&gt;cada línea dibujada ancestralmente&lt;br /&gt;en tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero aprender&lt;br /&gt;el sabor y la forma de tus dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saberte y que me sepas.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ahogarme en tus caricias.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero inundarme de tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sucumbir&lt;br /&gt;ante tu voz trémula&lt;br /&gt;pronunciando mi nombre.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero cada instante de vida&lt;br /&gt;para deshacerlo sobre tu espalda.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero enredarme en tu interior&lt;br /&gt;y perderme de mi centro.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero corresponder&lt;br /&gt;a cada una de tus intenciones...&lt;br /&gt;Quiero convencerte&lt;br /&gt;de cada uno de mis deseos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116365732661903234?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116365732661903234/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116365732661903234' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116365732661903234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116365732661903234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/11/susurros.html' title='Susurros'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116347311213017870</id><published>2006-11-13T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:58:32.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu Caudal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3400/4207/1600/Hpim2559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3400/4207/320/Hpim2559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres río y yo cauce,&lt;br /&gt;corres dentro mío&lt;br /&gt;como sangre en las venas,&lt;br /&gt;me surcas y me haces...&lt;br /&gt;En el deshielo te desbordas,&lt;br /&gt;eres tú quien abraza&lt;br /&gt;eres tú quien controlas,&lt;br /&gt;las piedras ruedan&lt;br /&gt;el limo revuelto...&lt;br /&gt;soy lo que tú eres&lt;br /&gt;voy por donde tú vas...&lt;br /&gt;y espero...&lt;br /&gt;hasta que tu caudal llega al mar&lt;br /&gt;y vuelvo a contenerte,&lt;br /&gt;tu corriente es suave caricia,&lt;br /&gt;te deslizas por mis costados,&lt;br /&gt;me besas cristalino&lt;br /&gt;te abrazo entregada...&lt;br /&gt;Juntos con la corriente&lt;br /&gt;palpitando desde el alma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116347311213017870?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116347311213017870/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116347311213017870' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116347311213017870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116347311213017870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/11/tu-caudal.html' title='Tu Caudal'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116338879139137195</id><published>2006-11-13T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:33:11.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3400/4207/1600/sailboat_sunset_520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3400/4207/320/sailboat_sunset_520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre mi mar, tu barca&lt;br /&gt;hacia un horizonte perdido.&lt;br /&gt;El suspiro de tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;haciendo música en mi silencio,&lt;br /&gt;quema en mi imaginación.&lt;br /&gt;La barca viene, pero no llega&lt;br /&gt;porque no soy meta,&lt;br /&gt;sólo soy adiós...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116338879139137195?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116338879139137195/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116338879139137195' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116338879139137195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116338879139137195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/11/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116322103881160410</id><published>2006-11-11T01:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T02:15:09.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por favor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3400/4207/1600/soulmates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3400/4207/320/soulmates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lernie.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.lernie.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me des la libertad,&lt;br /&gt;sólo dame tus cadenas,&lt;br /&gt;quiero ser tu prisionera:&lt;br /&gt;enciérrame en tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Dame tu locura,&lt;br /&gt;te entregaré mi falta de razón.&lt;br /&gt;Envuélveme en tus delirios&lt;br /&gt;que yo te rondaré en el desatino.&lt;br /&gt;Sin Norte, sin Sur&lt;br /&gt;sólo nuestro centro,&lt;br /&gt;desvaríos sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;letanías heréticas de pasión.&lt;br /&gt;Vivirás y moriré&lt;br /&gt;en cada beso, cada caricia&lt;br /&gt;que jamás tendremos.&lt;br /&gt;Morirás y viviré&lt;br /&gt;dando pasos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;con este dolor consentido,&lt;br /&gt;en este sueño... que transpira amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116322103881160410?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116322103881160410/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116322103881160410' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116322103881160410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116322103881160410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/11/por-favor.html' title='Por favor...'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37446391.post-116313752508433585</id><published>2006-11-10T02:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:45:25.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Camino sin hacer</title><content type='html'>Flores silvestres, penas solitarias&lt;br /&gt;belleza salvaje, pura, íntima...&lt;br /&gt;Camino sin hacer, tierra sin descubrir&lt;br /&gt;lista para ser amada&lt;br /&gt;sin medida, sin tiempo&lt;br /&gt;sólo amada...&lt;br /&gt;Recuéstate en ella&lt;br /&gt;deja que te abrigue&lt;br /&gt;que sus aromas te besen&lt;br /&gt;que sus texturas te acaricien&lt;br /&gt;que tus latidos palpiten en las flores&lt;br /&gt;que respire con tu aliento!&lt;br /&gt;Enlazados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARA SIEMPRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37446391-116313752508433585?l=ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/feeds/116313752508433585/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37446391&amp;postID=116313752508433585' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116313752508433585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37446391/posts/default/116313752508433585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyou-weremine.blogspot.com/2006/11/camino-sin-hacer.html' title='Camino sin hacer'/><author><name>LadyDay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16355235256252337476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://www.andainamulleres.org/imaxes/Billie%20Holiday.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
