<?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-8991973475809109272</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:02:16.457-03:00</updated><category term='Poemas Escritores'/><category term='Poemas mios'/><category term='Dedicatoria'/><title type='text'>El amor y la vida.</title><subtitle type='html'>Este blog son los ojos de mi alma, aqui fluyen mis sentimientos..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-4724597726515136209</id><published>2010-04-17T22:11:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:30:29.910-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Recuerdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S8pquGYoVHI/AAAAAAAAATs/O5Kxnd_Y7mY/s1600/beso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461294838360593522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S8pquGYoVHI/AAAAAAAAATs/O5Kxnd_Y7mY/s320/beso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hoy vi caer la persiana de recuerdos cubriendo mi ventana,&lt;br /&gt;caminé descalza entre angeles, sin pensar a donde, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;perseguida del silencio, sigo despierta , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tropiezo con la sobra de la razón que me abruma...&lt;br /&gt;pero sigo, buscando una esperanza una luz que escriba tu nombre.&lt;br /&gt;Voy aprendiendo lo que nunca quise comprender,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;la ausencia que acompaña mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;este oscuro sentimiento no me gusta me da frío pero sigo...&lt;br /&gt;Parece no darse cuenta el tiempo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;las imagenes siguen igual que ayer,tu sonrisa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;los momentos cabalgantes de mi mente torturan mis pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;todo sigue igual, nada parece cambiar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nada parece haber perdido su rumbo,&lt;br /&gt;Siento como se enredan mis pies en la realidad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;parece tironear para que vuelva&lt;br /&gt;no quiero, aferrada a tus recuerdos resisto y miento,&lt;br /&gt;veo como la estupidez me lleva de la mano, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pero este amor no deja que vuelva no quiere, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;vivo en mí no quiere morir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;busca tu aliento para desvanecer su agonía,&lt;br /&gt;golpes en la puerta me hacen volver, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;vuelvo como cayendo a un abismo que me consume,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;abro la puerta sin ganas y dejo de respirar.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Va mezclandose la realidad con el mundo de recuerdos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mis ojos rojos rompen otra vez en llanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tu rostro aparece de entre las sombras de la noche, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sin emitir palabras me tomas de la nuca y siento mil cosas a la vez, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tu aliento penetra mi cuerpo como un rayo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;despierta el más profundo de mis instintos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;vuelvo a la vida para seguir creyendo en este amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahogada en el eterno elixir de tus besos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Recuerdos'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S8pquGYoVHI/AAAAAAAAATs/O5Kxnd_Y7mY/s72-c/beso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-8138206460960345483</id><published>2010-04-15T23:13:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:56:35.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusión..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img oncontextmenu="alert('IMÁGEN PROTEGIDA ');return false" oncopy="alert('IMÁGEN PROTEGIDA');return false" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S8fPdqkvmkI/AAAAAAAAATk/tOfGZ8ZygC8/s320/Hada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dejaré que el tiempo borre de mi piel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;los rastros de tus recuerdos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;antes de echar a volar colgaré mi lágrimas y deseos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en la enorme pared que abrigó esta Ilusión.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dejaré abandonada la bella madrugada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que nos encontró&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en el rincón gris de los recuerdos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desde allí solo sonará nuestra canción.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buscaré en otra mirada mi refugio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seguiré apostando al amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;continuare pintando deseos de colores &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en otra pared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dejaré de llover, secaré mis mejillas agrietadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para maquillar este rostro de sonrisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pasar del dolor a la calma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perderme de tu desamor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991973475809109272-8138206460960345483?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S8fPdqkvmkI/AAAAAAAAATk/tOfGZ8ZygC8/s72-c/Hada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-1597627599520840661</id><published>2010-01-28T09:00:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:25:00.810-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>En mis sueños.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img oncontextmenu="alert ( 'no copy'); return false" oncopy="alerta ( 'no copy'); return false " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S2GFlVLHaTI/AAAAAAAAATc/AIcXt2tdf_8/s320/blog+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoy me levanté con tu amor a mi lado, &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sueño .... Pasaporte a tu brazos &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;El Corredor cambio de color, envejecido &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mil Historias inolvidables, tu piel &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tu mirada cabalga en mi mente y aquí estoy yo. &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desnudo el silencio con un recuerdo de ti &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escapa por la ventana rosando mi esperanza &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;el materializarte, volver el tiempo atrás. &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quizá me sueñes, Quizá aun quieres estar aquí, &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nos envolvió amor indomable, no desaparece &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me sientes como yo a ti ....&lt;/ span&gt; &lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traicionero destino nos cruzó los caminos &lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Añadir imagen" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt; &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Junto corazones equivocados &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrugados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, En Desangrados desamor. &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana; COLOR: #ffff33"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Despierto y aun percibo como brisa en mi piel &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;furtivo encuentro astral, nocturno &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;espero verte despertar el día, &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mi alma se Destroza, no estas ....&lt;/ span&gt; &lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tu luz no se ilumina, no da sentido A esta oscuridad &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Momentos desayuno, enjuago Arrepentimiento en mi pañuelo &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y tu en otro lugar codeándote Con la misma sensación. &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Siempre estarás en mi corazón &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eclipsado Planeta, nuestro no hay como el amor &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No hay distancia que lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desaga &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desde Lejos "Nuestro Amor" en los huesos &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eterno. &lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/ div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/ span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/ span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sueños.'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S2GFlVLHaTI/AAAAAAAAATc/AIcXt2tdf_8/s72-c/blog+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-3589265312901342848</id><published>2010-01-20T22:00:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:34:26.058-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>No te olvide....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S1ezvvIc4tI/AAAAAAAAATU/CcjZJaRDS60/s1600-h/amor-verdadero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429005508505559762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S1ezvvIc4tI/AAAAAAAAATU/CcjZJaRDS60/s320/amor-verdadero.jpg" /&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;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dulce aroma a ti despierta mis sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;El tiempo no parece haber pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;aun siento que estas aquí conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Envuelven mis ojos recuerdos dormidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Las ganas de volver a verte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y recorrer juntos un nuevo camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para Volver el tiempo atrás, no sentir que te perdí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Entre las manos de la Soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dejare mi cuerpo morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rodará el corazón herido, perdido ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;olvidado en reloj de destino equivocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahora tu nombre escondido en este poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Busca algo de magia para encontrarte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desesperada por querer Amarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;salgo de este Cascaron que me inhibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dibujo las paginas de un bello amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y un cuerpo sin vida que lo escribe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me enseñaste el amor verdadero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;me arrepiento de no haberlo escogido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahora que no estoy a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lamento el absurdo de haberte perdido ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/8991973475809109272-3589265312901342848?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3589265312901342848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=3589265312901342848' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/3589265312901342848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/3589265312901342848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-te-lvide.html' title='No te olvide....'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S1ezvvIc4tI/AAAAAAAAATU/CcjZJaRDS60/s72-c/amor-verdadero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-3352421234501979391</id><published>2010-01-05T23:17:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:13:48.023-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatoria'/><title type='text'>SANDRO...Un grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S0QJIarR4II/AAAAAAAAAS0/6276mm1YmpU/s1600-h/Una+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423469891465371778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S0QJIarR4II/AAAAAAAAAS0/6276mm1YmpU/s320/Una+rosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eterno enamorado, seductor eterno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;romántico&lt;/span&gt; y caballero....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te fuiste este cuatro de enero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero vivirás en nuestros corazones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;latiendo con cada nota de tus canciones ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te despedimos con cariño &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;llantos de dolor en el aire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dibujan tu enorme &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en agitado baile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dormido caminante,un rayo de tu luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alimentará el recuerdo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un poema de amor jamas escrito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos palabras entre tus labios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrojaran de el cielo una rosa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y una &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt; morirá en los ojos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de un eterno amor en prosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TE EXTRAÑAREMOS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991973475809109272-3352421234501979391?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3352421234501979391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=3352421234501979391' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/3352421234501979391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/3352421234501979391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/sandroun-grande.html' title='SANDRO...Un grande'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/S0QJIarR4II/AAAAAAAAAS0/6276mm1YmpU/s72-c/Una+rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-942238601678721879</id><published>2009-09-08T21:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:24:13.001-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Historia de amor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/Sqbxn2DLNeI/AAAAAAAAARU/awIwUL78dCQ/s1600-h/ngrVcnr5PcVX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379252471766660578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/Sqbxn2DLNeI/AAAAAAAAARU/awIwUL78dCQ/s320/ngrVcnr5PcVX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Tras las últimas palabras de tus labios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;deje caer una lágrima y sentí la soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;invadiendo con su frió andar mi cuerpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Todo parece cambiar y veo como se aleja tu corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;entre el &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vaivén&lt;/span&gt; de las hojas de un árbol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y el sonido del viento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;quisiera desvanecer este momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dejar tus palabras esclavas en algun lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;volar en el tiempo y evitar la muerte de nuestro amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;se torna gris el tinte rojo del atardecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;solo se dibuja mi sangriento corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;palpitando en mi pecho.&lt;br /&gt;El calor de tu mirada abandona mi rostro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;deja de iluminar mi alma y la oscuridad llama al silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;solo tu adiós y el triste cantar de un pájaro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me acompañan en este momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Adiós amor, solo espero volverte a encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no volverme a equivocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;y matar este tormento. &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/8991973475809109272-942238601678721879?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/942238601678721879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=942238601678721879' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/942238601678721879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/942238601678721879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2009/09/historia-de-amor.html' title='Historia de amor..'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/Sqbxn2DLNeI/AAAAAAAAARU/awIwUL78dCQ/s72-c/ngrVcnr5PcVX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-7523989237866774687</id><published>2009-08-31T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:35:32.579-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Primavera de amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SpxLLjpxThI/AAAAAAAAARM/sERryknrF84/s1600-h/mirando+al+cielo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376254717094612498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SpxLLjpxThI/AAAAAAAAARM/sERryknrF84/s320/mirando+al+cielo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Aquel día entre el verde que abraza los ojos dormidos del bosque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;floreció en nuestra mirada el brillo eterno, profundo sentimiento llamado amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;pacto único nace del sol que ilumina nuestros rostros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;una sonrisa rompe el silencio y sella ese minuto con un beso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;La inmensidad del horizonte desvía nuestro caminar y parece no terminar el camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;cuan hermoso sentirte aquí conmigo mientras cae el sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;llovizna cae y miles de perlas en las hojas que nos saludan al pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;acerco tu cuerpo a mi escondiendo el frío que intimida mi piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;siento que mi refugio está en ti, me acorrala tu perfume y despierta mis sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;quiero morir en ti, volver a nacer y caer en tus brazos para volver a morir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Que dulce despertar, desde la ventana veo un viejo árbol que parece observarnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;celoso el reloj rezonga cada minuto lo quiero callar, el tiempo es mi enemigo cuando estas aquí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;y cuando no lo estas es la tortura que rompe los espejos que reflejan mi ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;TE AMO...&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/8991973475809109272-7523989237866774687?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SpxLLjpxThI/AAAAAAAAARM/sERryknrF84/s72-c/mirando+al+cielo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-8960033388108416247</id><published>2009-08-20T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:13:16.382-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Te Extraño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/So1YThDj8vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UYAJWWC6vY8/s1600-h/pareja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372047022836937458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/So1YThDj8vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UYAJWWC6vY8/s320/pareja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Te recuerdo en esta mañana gris, cuanto te extraño amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tantas mañanas como hojas de un libro se dibujan en mi mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;aquellos momentos de amor mientras el mundo giraba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;no pasaba el tiempo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cuantos besos quedaron en mi espalda,cuantas caricias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;duelen al recordar y se que no estas, quiero volver en el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;creer que el destino no nos separará, sentirte amor sentirte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;y se que no pasará....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;El timpo pasó sobre nuestro amor despilfarrando nuestros recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;una hiatoria de amor más para un posible cuento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;la que quizá le contaremos algun día a nuestros nietos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eterna vivirá mientras la contemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aun te quiero...&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/8991973475809109272-8960033388108416247?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8960033388108416247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=8960033388108416247' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/8960033388108416247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/8960033388108416247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-extrano.html' title='Te Extraño'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/So1YThDj8vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UYAJWWC6vY8/s72-c/pareja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-4283132335551737659</id><published>2009-08-13T10:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:52:35.986-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/Sl1J10HoyxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f0INXnaCbIs/s320/blog.jpg" oncontextmenu="alert('Escribeme si quieres esta foto');return false" oncopy="alert('Escribeme si quieres esta foto');return false"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te confieso desde aquí, sos y seras el amor de mi vida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;aunque el destino separó nuestros caminos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;una parte de ti quedó aquí adherida en mi alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta tarde llueven mis ojos y una tormenta desde adentro duele y solo el viento trae a mi el perfume del recuerdo, mientras imágenes bailan en el horizonte junto al sol.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tus labios siguen aquí en los mios aunque sea otra boca la que los bese, aunque sea otra la llene mi lugar nada te quitará de mi corazón.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Dueña de tus sueño confiesas que soy y por eso se que la vida con sus vueltas algún día nos volverá a juntar, sola aquí desde este frío lugar te confieso amor de mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991973475809109272-4283132335551737659?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4283132335551737659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=4283132335551737659' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/4283132335551737659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/4283132335551737659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/Sl1J10HoyxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/f0INXnaCbIs/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-894970423936874298</id><published>2009-08-13T10:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:14:52.506-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>El arte de amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SoQZ0I1-yxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gfsDfELZA8s/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369445039250262802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SoQZ0I1-yxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gfsDfELZA8s/s320/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;El arte de amar.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar los colores de las flores en primavera,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;El cantar de los pájaros al atardecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;El destello de sol en una rosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;El calor de tu piel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amar el rugir del viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;La luz de la luna blanqueando el bosque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;El revolotear de una mariposa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Los besos de tu boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amar el azul de tus ojos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l paso del tiempo en tu mirada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Las arrugas de tu caraJugar con tu pelo enredado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amar tus manos trabajadas de esfuerzo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tus silencios, tus caricias, tus bostezos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amar el querer morir juntos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nuestros proyectos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;El mismo arte de amar y poder hacerlo… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8991973475809109272-894970423936874298?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/894970423936874298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=894970423936874298' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/894970423936874298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/894970423936874298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-arte-de-amar.html' title='El arte de amar'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SoQZ0I1-yxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gfsDfELZA8s/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-1947404034533046934</id><published>2009-08-13T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:57:49.020-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6633ff"&gt;Hada del Tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;Luces fresca&lt;/font&gt; como la madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;crece tu pelo enredadera del cielo,&lt;br /&gt;desde el infinito, hada del tiempo..&lt;br /&gt;sonríes brillo de luna desde tus aposentos.&lt;br /&gt;Blancas cascadas desde tus pechos&lt;br /&gt;alimentan el silencio,&lt;br /&gt;tus pies juegan en la tierra&lt;br /&gt;buscan aliento&lt;br /&gt;calor del océano, amante eterno&lt;br /&gt;juega en tu ombligo&lt;br /&gt;hurgando el recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Peleas en sueños y desvelas mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;rozan tus elfos mis labios invocación terrenal,&lt;br /&gt;no saben donde buscar&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón esta sellado,herido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;sangra &lt;/font&gt;dolor,&lt;br /&gt;gotas rojas,escriben su nombre&lt;br /&gt;y callas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmP-I9E5QGI/AAAAAAAAANo/fCiF83iPi1E/s1600-h/389ns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360407411288522850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmP-I9E5QGI/AAAAAAAAANo/fCiF83iPi1E/s320/389ns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991973475809109272-1947404034533046934?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1947404034533046934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=1947404034533046934' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/1947404034533046934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/1947404034533046934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiempo.html' title='Tiempo'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmP-I9E5QGI/AAAAAAAAANo/fCiF83iPi1E/s72-c/389ns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-2705052029600476788</id><published>2009-08-06T15:01:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T02:53:44.298-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Prohibido amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SntSRENrOHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4mS_GG94B4Y/s320/marina+copia.jpg" oncontextmenu="alert('Escribeme si quieres esta foto');return false" oncopy="alert('Escribeme si quieres esta foto');return false"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Viaja tu amor en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;siguiendo a mi alma condenada&lt;br /&gt;por no enfrentar la dulce verdad&lt;br /&gt;será así eternamente castigada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piel muerta de sentimientos cubre mi alma&lt;br /&gt;solo cuando tu mirada llena de colores el cielo&lt;br /&gt;complice de un amor pohibido&lt;br /&gt;libera mi mente y siento que te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encadenada a la realidad irreal de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;irrealidad real de nuestro amor furtivo,&lt;br /&gt;eterno secreto,corre por nuestras venas&lt;br /&gt;robando momentos en el tiempo, minutos cautivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No podré escapar de aquí y viviré siempre&lt;br /&gt;eternamente en la confusion de un desamor,&lt;br /&gt;aunque brille en tus ojos el paraiso eterno&lt;br /&gt;moriré exclava de la mentira y el silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiré con mi corazón de madera engañando a la felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;con solo minutos de una horas rosando una sonriza&lt;br /&gt;a la espera que vuelvas a este cuerpo enfermo&lt;br /&gt;y luego me torture el tiempo amandote a mi manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991973475809109272-2705052029600476788?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2705052029600476788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=2705052029600476788' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/2705052029600476788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/2705052029600476788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/prohibido-amor.html' title='Prohibido amor'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SntSRENrOHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4mS_GG94B4Y/s72-c/marina+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-8296054129214211174</id><published>2009-08-02T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:14:52.506-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Hechizo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SnYOkxEsL0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/bRb-MlOB3xs/s1600-h/pareja+azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SnYOkxEsL0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/bRb-MlOB3xs/s320/pareja+azul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365492030869614402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu piel conocí el amor,&lt;br /&gt;desde esa tarde en que tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;desnudó mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;hoy, en tus brazos contruyo mi refugio&lt;br /&gt;en tus labios alimento mi deceo&lt;br /&gt;y no sabes, no gira el mundo si no te tengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que te conocí aprendí&lt;br /&gt;que el cielo no se encuentra lejos&lt;br /&gt;que las distancias son más grandes&lt;br /&gt;y que las noches se llenan de besos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis pies ya no saben lo que es el suelo&lt;br /&gt;mis lagrimas ya no habren surcos en mi pañuelo,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo decidir controlas mis pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;Que hermoso juego jugaremos&lt;br /&gt;yo aqui y tu dentro de mi locura&lt;br /&gt;mientras quitas mi camisa yo juego en tu pelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No existe la soledad ni el silencio,&lt;br /&gt;la oscuridad se llena de espejos&lt;br /&gt;brillan desde el cielo iluminan mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;reflejan este gran amor que llevo dentro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada puede romper el hechizo que has hecho..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8991973475809109272-8296054129214211174?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8296054129214211174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=8296054129214211174' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/8296054129214211174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/8296054129214211174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2009/08/hechizo.html' title='Hechizo'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SnYOkxEsL0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/bRb-MlOB3xs/s72-c/pareja+azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-5318457694571322639</id><published>2009-07-21T22:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:14:52.506-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmewxCNKhtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/EKOP5JyZj4Q/s1600-h/mirando+el+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361448237860030162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmewxCNKhtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/EKOP5JyZj4Q/s320/mirando+el+mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solitaria en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;mi alma viaja cansada&lt;br /&gt;las sobras de sus pisadas&lt;br /&gt;me dibujan un paisaje al pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpita el viejo corazón&lt;br /&gt;lleno de sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;y el eterno compañero invierno&lt;br /&gt;chapotea junto a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No saben los arboles tristes&lt;br /&gt;jugar en el celeste cielo&lt;br /&gt;se mezcla el deseo eterno&lt;br /&gt;de volverte a encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aletea mi abrigo negro&lt;br /&gt;y el humo del cigarrillo&lt;br /&gt;acaricia mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;con sus gris caminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya las luces del puerto apagaron&lt;br /&gt;y la oscuridad asusta al mirar&lt;br /&gt;los ultimos rallos del faro&lt;br /&gt;me traen tus recuerdos los que quiero borrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vieja mujer me observa de su ventana&lt;br /&gt;le hace recordarse a ella misma&lt;br /&gt;de aquella maldita tarde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que vio a su amado marchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo vere mi rostro ajado&lt;br /&gt;y mi cuerpo cansado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de tanto esperar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;que llegue el día de volverte a encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8991973475809109272-5318457694571322639?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5318457694571322639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=5318457694571322639' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/5318457694571322639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/5318457694571322639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/solitaria-en-el-tiempo-mi-alma-viaja.html' title='Soledad'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmewxCNKhtI/AAAAAAAAAN4/EKOP5JyZj4Q/s72-c/mirando+el+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-825469315309728726</id><published>2009-07-20T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:14:52.507-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas mios'/><title type='text'>Amistad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmUMG9NMmVI/AAAAAAAAANw/ri8V_wU-nOw/s1600-h/20080304214026-amistad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360704245103106386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmUMG9NMmVI/AAAAAAAAANw/ri8V_wU-nOw/s320/20080304214026-amistad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMIGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque sujetas&lt;/span&gt; mi alma &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;cuando llueve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sabes limpiar&lt;/span&gt; mis ojos negros,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque juegas con&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; mi tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;y la conviertes&lt;/span&gt; en alegría...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque de tu mano&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; nunca estoy&lt;/span&gt; solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y si no &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;estas te&lt;/span&gt; siento cerca...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque alimentas &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mi corazón mendigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y me &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;das lugar&lt;/span&gt; aunque no lo tengas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque somos del &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;mismo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aunque &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;no lo parezca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque sabes cuando y no te equivocas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabes &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;leer mis&lt;/span&gt; miradas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque aunque el &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;tiempo nos aleje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no necesitamos llamadas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque si no fueramos algo distintos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;pensaria que&lt;/span&gt; vives en mi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/8991973475809109272-825469315309728726?l=marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/feeds/825469315309728726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8991973475809109272&amp;postID=825469315309728726' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/825469315309728726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8991973475809109272/posts/default/825469315309728726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinaelamorylavida.blogspot.com/2009/07/unico-amor.html' title='Amistad'/><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286315153118696400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SyQM9138uCI/AAAAAAAAASU/UbHkc1PPKng/S220/sha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmUMG9NMmVI/AAAAAAAAANw/ri8V_wU-nOw/s72-c/20080304214026-amistad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8991973475809109272.post-4086152111218753837</id><published>2009-07-13T02:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:57:47.325-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas Escritores'/><title type='text'>Pasado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SmP-I9E5QGI/AAAAAAAAANo/fCiF83iPi1E/s1600-h/389ns.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#33ccff"&gt;Ayer pasó el pasado lentamente&lt;br /&gt;con su vacilación definitiva&lt;br /&gt;sabiéndote infeliz y a la deriva &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZ8MIBLnlT0/SlvuRWTmhMI/AAAAAAAAAKs/BB6SAT2xRNc/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#33ccff" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font 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