<?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-5081215054464680556</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:32:16.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Era un sueño sin razon.-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-4893880628192475780</id><published>2009-07-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:36:34.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SlJuUiYzLbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1Ju-WclHBkk/s1600-h/yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355464206004202930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SlJuUiYzLbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1Ju-WclHBkk/s320/yo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quiera o no, siempre vas a ser el amor de mi vida, el tiempo y la distancia me lo demostraron. Siempre vas a vivir en una parte de mi corazon, asi este sea capaz de volver a amar, estoy segura que nunca lo va a hacer con la misma intencidad, porque todo lo que provocaste en mi fue unico, irrepetible e imborrable, esta grabado a fuego en mi alma y en mi corazon y se que no quiero olvidarmelo nunca. La felicidad, la verdadera felicidad la vivi con vos y aunq nuestro destino sea estar separados, siempre voy a estar agradecida por los hermosos momentos que pasamos juntos. El amor que me hiciste sentir fue algo maravilloso que logro llenarme el alma y provocar sentimientos unicos, sentimientos que van a hacer que nunca pueda olvidarte, sentimientos que, hasta el dia de hoy hacen que en algun momento del dia aparescas en mi mente y logres sacarme una sonrisa, incluso cuando estoy a punto de llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-4893880628192475780?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/4893880628192475780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/07/l.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/4893880628192475780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/4893880628192475780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/07/l.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SlJuUiYzLbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1Ju-WclHBkk/s72-c/yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-5240663029824395087</id><published>2009-06-22T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:36:49.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SkAVfv_vu1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6oq6wGnSxbM/s1600-h/daichus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350299992520112978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SkAVfv_vu1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6oq6wGnSxbM/s320/daichus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I´m yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it I tried to be chill but your so hot that i melted I fell right through the cracks, and i'm tryin to get back before the cool done run out i'll be givin it my best test and nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I won't hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait i'm yours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me open up your plans and damn you're free look into your heart and you'll find love love love listen to the music at the moment maybe sing with me Ah, la peaceful melody It's your god forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved Loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So, i won't hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait i'm sure there's no need to complicate our time is short this is our fate, i'm yours ...&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/5081215054464680556-5240663029824395087?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/5240663029824395087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-yours-well-you-done-done-me-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/5240663029824395087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/5240663029824395087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-yours-well-you-done-done-me-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SkAVfv_vu1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6oq6wGnSxbM/s72-c/daichus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-7269959387081155988</id><published>2009-06-22T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:25:13.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lejos estamos mejor.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SkASmyeWPHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DnZlnLpCLiw/s1600-h/DSCN6466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350296814909537394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SkASmyeWPHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DnZlnLpCLiw/s320/DSCN6466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hoy rompo en llanto&lt;br /&gt;Pues se que todo esta decidido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Te quiero tanto pero no es suficiente sentirlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hemos intentado seguir por seguir&lt;br /&gt;Sin reconocer que ya no hay mas por hacer&lt;br /&gt;Y hemos aceptado sufrir por sufrir&lt;br /&gt;Sin querer creer&lt;br /&gt;Querida después de romper&lt;br /&gt;auque no soporte perderte&lt;br /&gt;es inevitable nuestra separación&lt;br /&gt;Y este no es momento para entender&lt;br /&gt;Solo hay que aceptarlo pues lejos estamos mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;De aquel amor tenemos solamente el recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Luna sin sol creí que se a quedado desierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;En ningún momento deje de sentir de sentirte a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Podremos sobrevivir este rompimiento se debe cumplir&lt;br /&gt;por que hay que seguir&lt;br /&gt;Querida después de romper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;auque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;no soporte Perderte es inevitable nuestra separación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Y este no es momento para entender&lt;br /&gt;Solo hay que aceptarlo pues lejos estamos mejor&lt;br /&gt;Y auque no soporte Perderte es inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra separación&lt;br /&gt;Y este no es momento para entender&lt;br /&gt;Solo hay que aceptarlo pues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;lejos estamos mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-7269959387081155988?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/7269959387081155988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/lejos-estamos-mejor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/7269959387081155988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/7269959387081155988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/lejos-estamos-mejor.html' title='Lejos estamos mejor.-'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SkASmyeWPHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DnZlnLpCLiw/s72-c/DSCN6466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-2155048353166579410</id><published>2009-06-20T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:01:20.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sj1pQA64QfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NQv2ESjhlOQ/s1600-h/yoooooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349547656231797234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sj1pQA64QfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NQv2ESjhlOQ/s320/yoooooooooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ya no se que hacer para borrarte de mi imaginación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; me puede más tu amor que el daño que contigo sufrí, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de nada me sirvió perderme en otros labios. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cuanto más evito tu recuerdo mas cerca estas de mí,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de repente olvido mi dolor y otra ves te siento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te contare cuanto &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te quiero&lt;/span&gt;, si hay un culpable voy a ser yo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-2155048353166579410?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/2155048353166579410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/ya-no-se-que-hacer-para-borrarte-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2155048353166579410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2155048353166579410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/ya-no-se-que-hacer-para-borrarte-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sj1pQA64QfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/NQv2ESjhlOQ/s72-c/yoooooooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-333908493642601934</id><published>2009-06-19T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:44:52.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sjwi6nEgwtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CIHg5iItrPI/s1600-h/DSCN3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349188847724970706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sjwi6nEgwtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CIHg5iItrPI/s320/DSCN3067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Es que mi calculo fallo inversamenteno no, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no te olvide hasta hoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vuelve que el tiempo pasa y yo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te hecho de menos&lt;/span&gt; y en este punto te sere sincero.. y dejare que hable mi corazón... que esta latiendo, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desesperado por ir a buscarte pero es inutil porque se ha hecho tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-333908493642601934?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/333908493642601934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/es-que-mi-calculo-fallo-inversamenteno.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/333908493642601934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/333908493642601934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/es-que-mi-calculo-fallo-inversamenteno.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sjwi6nEgwtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CIHg5iItrPI/s72-c/DSCN3067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-4378946163660298018</id><published>2009-06-19T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:38:47.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sjwg8OgPEmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WhW6dSKB37I/s1600-h/DSCN2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349186676466848354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sjwg8OgPEmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WhW6dSKB37I/s320/DSCN2728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No quise retenerlo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; ¿de qué hubiera servido deshacer las maletas del olvido? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero no sé qué diera por tenerlo ahora mismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mirando por encima de mi hombro lo que escribo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Le di mis noches y mi angustia, mi risa, a cambio de sus besos y su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prisa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; con el descubrí que hay amores eternos que duran lo que dura un corto invierno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-4378946163660298018?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/4378946163660298018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-quise-retenerlo-de-que-hubiera.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/4378946163660298018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/4378946163660298018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-quise-retenerlo-de-que-hubiera.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sjwg8OgPEmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WhW6dSKB37I/s72-c/DSCN2728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-2847081853977926617</id><published>2009-06-18T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:25:22.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SjsTKMKZnVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mzxWUfJz0WA/s1600-h/daichis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348890048217062738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SjsTKMKZnVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mzxWUfJz0WA/s200/daichis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adiós melancolía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gracias por la compañia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero aqui ya no hay mas sitios para usted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adiós melancolía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;le agradesco la poesía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-2847081853977926617?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/2847081853977926617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/adios-melancolia-gracias-por-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2847081853977926617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2847081853977926617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/adios-melancolia-gracias-por-la.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SjsTKMKZnVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mzxWUfJz0WA/s72-c/daichis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-3553933615046395294</id><published>2009-06-18T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:19:03.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SjsRhonB56I/AAAAAAAAAEY/y9Lj1bFz150/s1600-h/11-04-08_1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348888251967072162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SjsRhonB56I/AAAAAAAAAEY/y9Lj1bFz150/s320/11-04-08_1758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para bien o para mal se terminó.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-3553933615046395294?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/3553933615046395294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-bien-o-para-mal-se-termino.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/3553933615046395294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/3553933615046395294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-bien-o-para-mal-se-termino.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SjsRhonB56I/AAAAAAAAAEY/y9Lj1bFz150/s72-c/11-04-08_1758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-8434980152248070152</id><published>2009-06-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:15:43.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SjsQ5PhrfiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UVkiHXCcchY/s1600-h/DAI15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348887558038978082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SjsQ5PhrfiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UVkiHXCcchY/s200/DAI15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;siento&lt;/span&gt; es cuestion de &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tiempo&lt;/span&gt; para ver si &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se queda o se va&lt;/span&gt;. -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-8434980152248070152?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/8434980152248070152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/lo-que-siento-es-cuestion-de-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/8434980152248070152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/8434980152248070152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/lo-que-siento-es-cuestion-de-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SjsQ5PhrfiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UVkiHXCcchY/s72-c/DAI15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-3074181665597972925</id><published>2009-06-09T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:24:08.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Si78jUtKCUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WwFTwBeRcQk/s1600-h/daaaaaaaai.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345487491519088962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Si78jUtKCUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WwFTwBeRcQk/s320/daaaaaaaai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La persona que te ama, la que te tiene que cuidar, a veces es la que más te lastima. Duele el amor…duele el amor ingrato ¿no?Esperamos que el amor sea correspondido ¿no? Si amás, si sos amado, si no amás, si no sos amado, el amor siempre duele…y cuando el amor duele algunos reaccionan con despecho, otros intentan disimular el dolor, otros no aceptan que ese amor no pueda ser e insisten sin medir las consecuencias.Yo soy más impulsiva, no soporto que el amor me maltrate, no lo puedo disimular.No se si es bueno o malo, pero cuando el amor me duele mucho lo único que puedo hacer es esconderlo y que nadie sepa que sufro por amor.A veces uno no sabe que hacer con tanto dolor que mejor callarlo y esperar que pase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-3074181665597972925?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/3074181665597972925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-persona-que-te-ama-la-que-te-tiene.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/3074181665597972925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/3074181665597972925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-persona-que-te-ama-la-que-te-tiene.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Si78jUtKCUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WwFTwBeRcQk/s72-c/daaaaaaaai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-8673127056850798584</id><published>2009-06-09T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:13:14.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Si76hPaPChI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AhHAfDICA8Q/s1600-h/cortando+la+torta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345485256714553874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Si76hPaPChI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AhHAfDICA8Q/s320/cortando+la+torta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿ Será posible que al estar tan desesperados en buscar, perdimos la capacidad de encontrar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿ Será que buscamos algo que no existe ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No somos plano de una sola cara .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una parte nuestra dice si y otra no y en esa contradiccion esta la vida .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-8673127056850798584?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/8673127056850798584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/sera-posible-que-al-estar-tan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/8673127056850798584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/8673127056850798584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/06/sera-posible-que-al-estar-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Si76hPaPChI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AhHAfDICA8Q/s72-c/cortando+la+torta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-291971013172062280</id><published>2009-05-14T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:32:45.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgyN7jUE1UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XP3-zyc9J5k/s1600-h/daaaichis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335795712758437186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgyN7jUE1UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XP3-zyc9J5k/s320/daaaichis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solo me queda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un puñado de vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Una gota de tiempo un retazo de sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solo me queda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una derrota&lt;/span&gt; en tu honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un camino sin rumbo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me queda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alguna razón. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Igual te busco detrás&lt;/span&gt; de cada canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existe un mundo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un sueño alguna ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoy descubro es verdad que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;solo eres real dentro de mí.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solo me queda un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;silencio&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu voz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hacer un punto en el tiempo, pararme a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mirar quien soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solo me queda &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un disfraz&lt;/span&gt; de bufón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eterno recuerdo&lt;/span&gt; de lo que fue &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nuestro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Igual te busco&lt;/span&gt; detrás de cada canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existe un mundo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un sueño alguna ilusión&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoy descubro es verdad &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sólo eres real dentro de mí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y si &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me enredo&lt;/span&gt; en el fondo de mi alma conmigo otra vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la noche&lt;/span&gt; mi amiga de nuevo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tal vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será mejor &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no mirar atrás&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Será que el tiempo es sabio en verdad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será que es cierto &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cada segundo te alejas más&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Igual te busco&lt;/span&gt; detrás de cada canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existe un mundo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un sueño alguna ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoy descubro es verdad &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sólo eres real dentro de mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5081215054464680556-291971013172062280?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/291971013172062280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/291971013172062280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/291971013172062280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_14.html' title='...'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgyN7jUE1UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XP3-zyc9J5k/s72-c/daaaichis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-8825422071470351176</id><published>2009-05-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:42:56.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>otoño ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgyCQVdLs-I/AAAAAAAAADw/lHzJBdrqfvw/s1600-h/daiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335782875676259298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgyCQVdLs-I/AAAAAAAAADw/lHzJBdrqfvw/s320/daiii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parece que&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;llego el otoño&lt;/span&gt;, el otoño que estacion imunda realmente, perosonalmente me deprime muchisimo. Y a quien le gusta el otoño? Mi madre diria que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"no hay tal crisis pero en este caso amigos creo que hay.&lt;/span&gt; En otoño se marchitan las flores, las horas de luz se acortan y vienen los dias frios. El otoño llega sigiloso, casi sin avisar, despacha al verano y nos deprime a todos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El otoño es triste.El otoño es el animo de nostalgia,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Y que es la nostalgia? El sufrimiento de reconocer algo que tuviste, ya no tenes, ni vas a tener; la nostalgia es un viaje al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pasado, a la niñez, al recuerdo de una persona que ya no esta.&lt;/span&gt;En otoño los colores empiezan a morir. En otoño la vida se ve detras de una ventana. En otoño uno dice estar en una etapa. En otoño vuelve todo tan, tan, tan, taan, Jose Luis Perales. El viento, la lluvia, Perales y la nostalgia no confirman amigos. Llego el otoño.Y otro bien meloso para este otoño: Invierno de Reik, algo adelantado si, pero bueno. El otoño nos avisa que viene el invierno."Iluminada y eterna, enfurecida y tanquila, sobre una alfombra de hierba ibas volando dormida. Un imposivle silencio enmudeciendo mi vida con una lagrima tuya y una lagrima mia." En otoño no es un videoclip de montaner ok? Es una propaganda de chocolate, una pareja feliz, enamorada, que se aman, se besan, ella es mona y el un bombon. No es asi. El otoño es la vegez del año, es el ocaso de los sueños, es una porqueria. "Dejame llorar, Dejame lloraaaar, dejame lloraaar, dejamee lloraaar". &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El otoño nos pone asi inseguras.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ademas el rulo siempre vuelve,&lt;/span&gt; asique es lo mismo. Pero tampoco te tenes que poner tan bajon porque que se yo; pensemos que es el otoño, como vengo diciendo; una se deprime, come, engorda lo que come, logicamente, y despues obvio te miras al espejo y decis "y si se va a fijar en otra nose va a fijar en mi con todo lo que me clave.El otoño oh el otoño, nos invade una angustia inexplicable, estamos como peluqueros sin cepillo, perdidos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El otoño llega y va invadiendonos poco a poco,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;refregandonos el alma y los sueños.&lt;/span&gt; El otoño nos encierra dentro de nuestra casa y dentro de nuestra alma. En otoño todo muere y falta tanto para que vuelva a renacer. &lt;strong&gt;El otoño es como&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el bucle, ni lacio ni rulo, es algo indefinido.&lt;/span&gt; Termino el calor pero no llego el frio.El otoño huele a amenaza, es una brisa fria que presagia dolores. El año termina cuando empieza el otoño, es epoca de balance y lo primero que uno cuenta es el "debe". &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El otoño desconcierta.&lt;/span&gt; El otoño nos pone en aprietos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por algo dicen que la primavera es el nacimiento, el verano la vida, el otoño la agonia y el invierno la muerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5081215054464680556-8825422071470351176?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/8825422071470351176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/otono.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/8825422071470351176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/8825422071470351176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/otono.html' title='otoño ~'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgyCQVdLs-I/AAAAAAAAADw/lHzJBdrqfvw/s72-c/daiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-2444415003549500931</id><published>2009-05-13T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:04:31.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sgts0y4qqMI/AAAAAAAAADo/Is0hPAjyQ1w/s1600-h/daaai2.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335477837818931394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sgts0y4qqMI/AAAAAAAAADo/Is0hPAjyQ1w/s320/daaai2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para un poco &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;guarda amor para mañana &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y unos tres o cuatro besos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;y deseo para después.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo quiero más, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;te quiero a ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quiero amor para vivir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;te quiero dar felicidad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;poner mi vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-2444415003549500931?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/2444415003549500931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-un-poco-guarda-amor-para-manana-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2444415003549500931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2444415003549500931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-un-poco-guarda-amor-para-manana-y.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sgts0y4qqMI/AAAAAAAAADo/Is0hPAjyQ1w/s72-c/daaai2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-4149324076768918568</id><published>2009-05-13T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:55:39.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sgtr8WTpXeI/AAAAAAAAADg/wtMSIE_w-eU/s1600-h/DSCN3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335476868074790370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sgtr8WTpXeI/AAAAAAAAADg/wtMSIE_w-eU/s320/DSCN3090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgtqHMlqILI/AAAAAAAAADY/of4MGIU3Kv8/s1600-h/daai.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo se que el te quiere a ti y que juega conmigo ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;es amigo de las dos pero en el amor jugamos los tres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/5081215054464680556-4149324076768918568?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/4149324076768918568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/iyo-se-que-el-te-quiere-ti-y-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/4149324076768918568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/4149324076768918568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/iyo-se-que-el-te-quiere-ti-y-que.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sgtr8WTpXeI/AAAAAAAAADg/wtMSIE_w-eU/s72-c/DSCN3090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-5744307579395395217</id><published>2009-05-12T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:33:28.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgndCRYGXBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/58e9s6pAEGc/s1600-h/dai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335038264691022866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgndCRYGXBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/58e9s6pAEGc/s200/dai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos con derecho y sin derecho de tenerte siempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y siempre tengo qe esperar paciente el pedazo qe me toca de ti .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-5744307579395395217?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/5744307579395395217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/5744307579395395217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/5744307579395395217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='♪'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgndCRYGXBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/58e9s6pAEGc/s72-c/dai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-4603561017490730108</id><published>2009-05-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:30:00.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No te enamoraste de mi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333969623250880450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgYRHJyXx8I/AAAAAAAAADI/SUaUz13pxI4/s200/daaaai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si te divierte verme y te gustan mis besos,&lt;br /&gt;y me ves como el perfecto compañero de tertulias.&lt;br /&gt;si soy tu amigo con derecho, mientras te dure la parranda,&lt;br /&gt;no te enamoraste de mí, sino de ti cuando estás conmigo..&lt;br /&gt;Yo pensando en futuro, tú en la rumba de esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;si me quieres un poquito dímelo aunque sea en fax,&lt;br /&gt;si te parezco divertido, pero en mi no piensas nunca,&lt;br /&gt;no te enamoraste de mí, sino de ti cuando estás conmigo..&lt;br /&gt;Noo, noo, noo, no te enamoraste de mí,&lt;br /&gt;noo, noo, así como yo de ti.&lt;br /&gt;noo, noo, no te enamoraste de mí,&lt;br /&gt;noo, noo, te enamoraste de ti cuando estás conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;De las locuras que hacemos, de los besos furtivos….&lt;br /&gt;de tu risa y mis chistes, de la fiesta y el vino….&lt;br /&gt;de las caricias que mueren justo al haber nacido…&lt;br /&gt;no te enamoraste de mi, noo, noo, así como yo de ti…&lt;br /&gt;Quien ganará la batalla de este amor desperdiciado,&lt;br /&gt;tu creyendo que me quieres, yo queriéndote creer,&lt;br /&gt;si yo te quiero aunque te calles, y tu te callas y te quiero…&lt;br /&gt;no te enamoraste de mí, sino de ti cuando estás conmigo..&lt;br /&gt;Si le bajo el volumen a este ritmo que tocamos,&lt;br /&gt;yo me temo que el derrumbe puede hacerse aparecer,&lt;br /&gt;y lo que antes fue pregunta, hoy es una afirmación,&lt;br /&gt;no te enamoraste de mí, sino de ti cuando estás conmigo..&lt;br /&gt;Noo, noo, noo, no te enamoraste de mí,&lt;br /&gt;noo, noo, así como yo de ti.&lt;br /&gt;noo, noo, no te enamoraste de mí,&lt;br /&gt;noo, noo, te enamoraste de ti cuando estás conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;De las locuras que hacemos, de los besos furtivos….&lt;br /&gt;de tu risa y mis chistes, de la fiesta y el vino….&lt;br /&gt;de las caricias que mueren justo al haber nacido…&lt;br /&gt;no te enamoraste de mi, noo, noo, así como yo de ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-4603561017490730108?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/4603561017490730108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-te-enamoraste-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/4603561017490730108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/4603561017490730108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-te-enamoraste-de-mi.html' title='No te enamoraste de mi.'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgYRHJyXx8I/AAAAAAAAADI/SUaUz13pxI4/s72-c/daaaai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-2185095906219457170</id><published>2009-05-05T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:02:54.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgC3HaUXewI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jbdrdiu3Rrk/s1600-h/te+amo+mejorcita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332463296758381314" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgC3G8eeUZI/AAAAAAAAACg/-88N3fzJHcc/s200/con+macuu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contigo todo va bien, me fortaleces la fe me haces eterno el momento de amarte a cada instante sí...y a cada hora mi dulce amiga estás tú.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sentada aquí en mi alma, en mis ojos y en mi puerta, dirigiendo mis motivos, mis victorias y mis guerras sentada aquí en mis ojos, viva en cada parpadeo dirigiéndome a quererte mucho más que mis deseos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/5081215054464680556-2185095906219457170?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/2185095906219457170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/contigo-todo-va-bien-me-fortaleces-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2185095906219457170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2185095906219457170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/contigo-todo-va-bien-me-fortaleces-la.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgC3HaUXewI/AAAAAAAAACw/Jbdrdiu3Rrk/s72-c/te+amo+mejorcita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-6131656939025542260</id><published>2009-05-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:46:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGAS♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgCywLCnr1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jl0KcmH7pGk/s1600-h/las+amoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332458499473911634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgCywLCnr1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jl0KcmH7pGk/s320/las+amoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; donde no aparescan ni hay &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; en los que no esten y en los dias tristes y felices fue con &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;llore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ,si estoy lejos las siento muy cerca nunca &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nos va a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;separar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ellas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guardan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; todos mis &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;secretos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; un &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tesoro es nuestra amistad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-6131656939025542260?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/6131656939025542260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/amigas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/6131656939025542260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/6131656939025542260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/amigas.html' title='AMIGAS♥'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgCywLCnr1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/jl0KcmH7pGk/s72-c/las+amoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-3460253886286906086</id><published>2009-05-05T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:36:53.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgCw09lY5AI/AAAAAAAAABw/jDT_kuROJXQ/s1600-h/DSCN2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332456382737736706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgCw09lY5AI/AAAAAAAAABw/jDT_kuROJXQ/s200/DSCN2728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te conseguí la luz del sol a medianoche&lt;br /&gt;Y el número después del infinito,&lt;br /&gt;E instalé la Osa Mayor en tu diadema&lt;br /&gt;Y tú seguías ahí como si nada;&lt;br /&gt;Endulcé el agua del mar para tu sed,&lt;br /&gt;Te alquilé un cuarto menguante de la luna,&lt;br /&gt;Y como buen perdedor busqué en la cama&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas que el amor no resolvía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cómo duele que estés tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;Durmiendo aqui en la misma cama;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo duele tanta distancia,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque te escucho respirar&lt;br /&gt;Y estás a cientos de kilómetros&lt;br /&gt;Y duele quererte tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que todo está perfecto&lt;br /&gt;Mientras duele gastar la vida&lt;br /&gt;Tratando de localizar&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hace tiempo se perdió...&lt;br /&gt;Acabé con los jardines por tus flores,&lt;br /&gt;Inventé la alquimia contra la utopía,&lt;br /&gt;Y he llegado a confundir con la ternura&lt;br /&gt;La lástima con que a veces me miras;&lt;br /&gt;Que triste es asumir el sufrimiento,&lt;br /&gt;patético es creer que una mentira&lt;br /&gt;convoque a los duendes del milagro,&lt;br /&gt;que te hagan despertar enamorada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo duele que estés tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;durmiendo aquí en la misma cama;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo duele tanta distancia,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque te escucho respirar&lt;br /&gt;Y estás a cientos de kilómetros.&lt;br /&gt;Y duele quererte tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que todo está perfecto&lt;br /&gt;Mientras duele gastar la vida&lt;br /&gt;Tratando de localizar&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hace tiempo se perdió...&lt;br /&gt;Por qué nos duele tanta distancia,&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que todo está perfecto&lt;br /&gt;Mientras sientes que te duele&lt;br /&gt;gastar la vida durmiendo aquí en la misma cama...&lt;br /&gt;Cómo duele....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-3460253886286906086?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/3460253886286906086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-consegui-la-luz-del-sol-medianoche-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/3460253886286906086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/3460253886286906086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-consegui-la-luz-del-sol-medianoche-y.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgCw09lY5AI/AAAAAAAAABw/jDT_kuROJXQ/s72-c/DSCN2728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-2503322161856847502</id><published>2009-05-05T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:29:40.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgCt4dUXESI/AAAAAAAAABo/m2uHmzSmIuA/s1600-h/DSCN6585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332453144260972834" style="FLOAT: right; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgCsLe1xBfI/AAAAAAAAABg/dHjqr1ykJBY/s320/DSCN1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Estas con una persona que sabes que te hace &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pero cuando estas con &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; te chupa un huevo todo, y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disfrutas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de ese momento &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; entre los &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-3955852593714942801?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/3955852593714942801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/estas-con-una-persona-que-sabes-que-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/3955852593714942801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/3955852593714942801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/estas-con-una-persona-que-sabes-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/SgCsLe1xBfI/AAAAAAAAABg/dHjqr1ykJBY/s72-c/DSCN1412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-2395344912905873847</id><published>2009-05-03T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:28:04.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrellitas~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf5EkrSeLpI/AAAAAAAAABY/PHDnEvowPyY/s1600-h/DSCN5336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331774405739425426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf5EkrSeLpI/AAAAAAAAABY/PHDnEvowPyY/s320/DSCN5336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf5DI4v78DI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iq9B6sBHzQ0/s1600-h/DSCN5336.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Con tus mejillas rosadas y estrellitas en los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me miras tan dulcemente, en tu inocencia con alas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y un llamador de los sueños me va creciendo en el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mi cielo nace en tus manos,&lt;/span&gt; conversacion sin palabras,&lt;br /&gt;Es Dios que esta iluminando con su luz de amor&lt;br /&gt;nuestra casa,&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi àngel&lt;/span&gt; se va durmiendo con la cancion de mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cancion de cuna del alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5081215054464680556-2395344912905873847?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/2395344912905873847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/con-tus-mejillas-rosadas-y-estrellitas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2395344912905873847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2395344912905873847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/con-tus-mejillas-rosadas-y-estrellitas.html' title='Estrellitas~'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf5EkrSeLpI/AAAAAAAAABY/PHDnEvowPyY/s72-c/DSCN5336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-7811869743058004104</id><published>2009-05-03T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:04:32.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4_F2-CPuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ls_C3igz5kw/s1600-h/daaaaaaaai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331768378740850402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4_F2-CPuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ls_C3igz5kw/s200/daaaaaaaai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Algo me mata pero me hace vivir , tal vez es amor ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5081215054464680556-7811869743058004104?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/7811869743058004104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/algo-me-mata-pero-me-hace-vivir-tal-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/7811869743058004104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/7811869743058004104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/algo-me-mata-pero-me-hace-vivir-tal-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4_F2-CPuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ls_C3igz5kw/s72-c/daaaaaaaai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081215054464680556.post-2158738642611349680</id><published>2009-05-03T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:49:49.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fron this moment-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf47kdlku7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UjXHJPf1rqg/s1600-h/daichu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331764506456800178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf47kdlku7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UjXHJPf1rqg/s320/daichu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;From this moment life has begunFrom this moment you are the oneRight beside you is where I belongFrom this moment on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;From this moment I have been blessedI live only for your happinessAnd for your love I'd give my last breathFrom this moment on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;I give my hand to you with all my heartCan't wait to live my life with you, can't wait to startYou and I will never be apartMy dreams came true because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;From this moment as long as I liveI will love you, I promise you thisThere is nothing I wouldn't give From this moment on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;You're the reason I believe in loveAnd you're the answer to my prayers from up aboveAll we need is just the two of usMy dreams came true because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999999;"&gt;From this moment as long as I liveI will love you, I promise you thisFrom this momentI will love you as long as I liveFrom this moment on.&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/5081215054464680556-2158738642611349680?l=fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/feeds/2158738642611349680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/fron-this-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2158738642611349680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5081215054464680556/posts/default/2158738642611349680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthismomenthistoryhasbegun.blogspot.com/2009/05/fron-this-moment.html' title='Fron this moment-'/><author><name>daai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06862233951042468357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf4857riyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gMY_mLgQNQI/S220/dai.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v9HBlVjBpjA/Sf47kdlku7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UjXHJPf1rqg/s72-c/daichu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
