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ojos&lt;br /&gt; que me llaman desde lejos&lt;br /&gt;como estrellas que descalzas &lt;br /&gt;acompañan al lucero&lt;br /&gt;que descansa adormecido&lt;br /&gt;en tu mejilla…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-2586846903623192057?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2586846903623192057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2586846903623192057' title='59 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2586846903623192057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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nunca te di&lt;br /&gt;Deja tantas puertas abiertas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sigo quedando en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Navegando el viento en sus espaldas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ti y por encima de todo&lt;br /&gt;Y otra vez hondo extrañarte a gritos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una ausencia tan grande librada en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Navegante del viento en lo profundo del Alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que contienes el llanto y …&lt;br /&gt;Dejas tantas puertas abiertas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con un silencio que te devora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde adentro de una casa vacía…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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&lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES-AR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi cumpleaños feliz…&lt;br /&gt;He muerto ya tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;Que no sé que tan vivo esté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES-AR" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2080457273891982055</id><published>2011-11-10T20:49:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:42:43.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me salvo en ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snLq6VFwWWs/TrxuwVJutVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Bvtl76XzZME/s1600/faro-en-la-tormenta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snLq6VFwWWs/TrxuwVJutVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Bvtl76XzZME/s320/faro-en-la-tormenta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673531407170712914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Es tan simple el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que ni siquiera lo entiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Si cuanto más te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Más me dueles…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pero definitivamente me salvo en ti   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quiero empuñar en el Alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Toda la esencia de tu Amor...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quizás me resigne a perder todo aquello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que tanto amé y nunca he encontrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hilvanando el Alma me encuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A veces te juro corazón que yo no sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que quiero o espero, o si aún habrá algo que esperar…   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Si ya no puedes acunarte en la Luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y a la mitad de la noche rompes tu llanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y los recuerdos se quiebran callados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quizás a la vuelta de la esquina me tomes las manos   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que no te invada ese miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que a mí también me invade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Si cada noche te beso  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Desde el horizonte a la frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y entre  labios te duermes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Compartiendo esta vida misma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;En un mundo repleto de universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Al igual que el de tus ojos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Entonces entiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que nunca fuimos extraños.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No sé si al apagarse volverá a brillar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Como un faro que cala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El sendero de tus ojos de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Con destino al Alma   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que las palabras te amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Igual que yo lo hago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y te llamo en el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y me escuchas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y en las orillas de adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me siento a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Te miro a los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y me pierdo contigo   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Como un faro en sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Como un faro sonámbulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES-AR" style="font-family:Arial;"&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/3554956722672231430-2080457273891982055?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2080457273891982055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2080457273891982055' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2080457273891982055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2080457273891982055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/11/me-salvo-en-ti.html' title='Me salvo en ti'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snLq6VFwWWs/TrxuwVJutVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Bvtl76XzZME/s72-c/faro-en-la-tormenta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-772583686639177008</id><published>2011-10-06T19:18:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T19:44:14.287-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas verdades detrás de los sueños...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que nos miran del otro lado esperando por nosotros...    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ojalá alguna vez despierte  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y vos en mi camisa.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y te llamo en secreto…    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Junto fuerzas respiro hondo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y me voy con el viento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hasta donde me lleve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y me encuentro de pronto  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En un otoño soleado  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con tanta libertad y en un rincón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Como ese remolino de hojas secas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que olvidan su color en las aceras    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y me pierdo en unos ojos nuevos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mientras me pregunto por vos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  lang="ES-AR" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-772583686639177008?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/772583686639177008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=772583686639177008' title='31 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/772583686639177008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/772583686639177008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/10/sentir.html' title='Sentir...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-6947777081161751546</id><published>2011-09-04T17:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:59:06.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El adiós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me marcho como esas palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que dejaron marcado un espacio en el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me marcho misterioso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como la luz de tus ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me voy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como te fuiste tú alguna vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dejando el dolor de tu ausencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me voy...Para quedarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con la esperanza de no verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y así encontrarme por las noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abrazado a tu cintura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me voy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya que nada encuentro eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salvo éste Amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-6947777081161751546?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/6947777081161751546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=6947777081161751546' title='26 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6947777081161751546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6947777081161751546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/09/el-adios.html' title='El adiós...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-1991274006140028110</id><published>2011-08-12T21:38:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:38:39.675-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De pronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Esa nostalgia que se asoma&lt;br /&gt;Se trepa por mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;Con sus rasgos de humedad&lt;br /&gt;Como un frío que quema mi carne&lt;br /&gt;Como el verdín que sube por los árboles&lt;br /&gt;Que a veces creo que lloran savia por su angustia&lt;br /&gt;Como el último grito de humo&lt;br /&gt;De un tren en agonía&lt;br /&gt;Despidiendo una estación&lt;br /&gt;En un silencio mudo&lt;br /&gt;Y repleto de palabras&lt;br /&gt;Como la tierra ahogada en la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí me quedo…  Inmóvil con el rostro al viento&lt;br /&gt;Las manos en los bolsillos, sin fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;Y vacío…viendo las olas superficiales&lt;br /&gt;De esas aguas tan quietas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-AR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-1991274006140028110?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/1991274006140028110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=1991274006140028110' title='20 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1991274006140028110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1991274006140028110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-pronto.html' title='De pronto'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5276415068971285264</id><published>2011-08-06T20:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T20:45:28.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero...&lt;br /&gt;En medio de éste silencio que atraviesa&lt;br /&gt;Que nos hace auténticos una vez más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5276415068971285264?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5276415068971285264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5276415068971285264' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5276415068971285264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5276415068971285264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/08/te-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-6466894270868465088</id><published>2011-07-31T20:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:56:57.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirarte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirarte…Es dar la vida por tus ojos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es perderse en el cielo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adormecer la piel y jugar a lo eterno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mirarte…Es anhelar tus manos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Saber que me faltan palabras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Para decir lo que siento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; En fin… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mirarte…es algo así  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y no me canso de hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-AR"&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/3554956722672231430-6466894270868465088?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/6466894270868465088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=6466894270868465088' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6466894270868465088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6466894270868465088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/07/mirarte.html' title='Mirarte...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-221118497080177773</id><published>2011-07-25T15:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:30:36.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojos tristes</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-AR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuantos interrogantes…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Han de pasar…Como aves pasajeras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Por este ancho cielo ya pintado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mientras mi Alma cuida tu aurora sin descanso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Con su noche desnuda en el amparo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que sincero el silencio con las noches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que tan propia es la luz de cada estrella  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como estos versos que nunca han de ser míos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Siempre tuyos cual capricho adolescente  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En esta vida.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si llegas a cada instante y me tocas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y te quedas en mi pecho adormecida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ¿Qué buscan mis ojos, sino más que tus ojos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Serán quizás tus labios, para cerrar el horizonte  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eternamente en ese beso.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y entender al fin… porqué habré nacido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Tus ojos tristes… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Tan hermosos y misteriosos como islas solitarias  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que navegan la tibieza de sus aguas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ojos tristes que caen desde lo alto  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como el murmullo de las mismas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Aves pasajeras.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sin mirar atrás se marchan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Olvidando lo que deja su ausencia.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amar como nosotros… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y luego regresar a la nostalgia.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despliego mi corazón hacia tu Alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Porque no sé sentir sino hacia ti  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faro que me llamas desde lejos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y al acercarme de luz te callas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Como una estrella que se apaga  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde tus ojos… a mí.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y sé que te encontré Amor…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Al menos una vez en ésta vida.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sé tu dulce voz, quien me susurre al oído  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu voz por los corredores de mi sangre  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu voz anegada  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal vez no deje de ser la de siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-AR"&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/3554956722672231430-221118497080177773?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/221118497080177773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=221118497080177773' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/221118497080177773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/221118497080177773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/07/ojos-tristes.html' title='Ojos tristes'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5536124423475674023</id><published>2011-07-18T16:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:51:59.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si nos vieras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-AR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Corazón expansible,de rojas cabelleras  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que caído hechaste raíces ,recogiendo mis restos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Con los labios cuarteados&lt;br /&gt;De haber mordido tantas veces su ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-AR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-AR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3554956722672231430-5536124423475674023?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5536124423475674023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5536124423475674023' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5536124423475674023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5536124423475674023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/07/si-nos-vieras.html' title='Si nos vieras...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2819953653480917919</id><published>2011-07-13T16:22:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:30:31.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Así... también se dice:</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  id="recover"&gt;&lt;div id="recover"&gt;&lt;span id="spellcheckMessage"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  id="recover"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gracias Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por volcar tu italiano a mi poema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Y QUE DEL TIEMPO (2010)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorar un cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Amarlo por completo&lt;br /&gt;Desde las raíces&lt;br /&gt;Hasta algún otoño&lt;br /&gt;Desamorarlo&lt;br /&gt;Y dejarlo de amar&lt;br /&gt;Volver a encontrarlo&lt;br /&gt;En alguna primavera&lt;br /&gt;Desde sus tallos&lt;br /&gt;Un amor repetido&lt;br /&gt;Con otro principio&lt;br /&gt;Y un mismo final&lt;br /&gt;No es tan difícil&lt;br /&gt;Pero enamorar un Alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorar un Alma…&lt;br /&gt;En fin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorar un Alma... lo es todo.&lt;br /&gt;Y tú lo has hecho simplemente&lt;br /&gt;Y lo sabes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"E CHE DEL TEMPO"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innamorare un Corpo&lt;br /&gt;Amarlo per completo&lt;br /&gt;Da le radici&lt;br /&gt;Fino qualcun autumno&lt;br /&gt;Disamorarlo&lt;br /&gt;E lasciarlo d ´ amare&lt;br /&gt;Ritrovarlo&lt;br /&gt;In qualche primavera&lt;br /&gt;Dai suoi fusti&lt;br /&gt;Un amore ripetuto&lt;br /&gt;Con un ´altro principio&lt;br /&gt;E lo stesso fine&lt;br /&gt;Non é tanto dificile&lt;br /&gt;Ma, innamorare un anima…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innamorare un anima…&lt;br /&gt;Alla fine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innamorare un anima... lo é tutto&lt;br /&gt;E tu lo hai fatto semplicemente&lt;br /&gt;E lo sai…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-2819953653480917919?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2819953653480917919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2819953653480917919' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2819953653480917919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2819953653480917919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/07/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title='Así... también se dice:'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2632365545121842457</id><published>2011-06-23T20:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:47:12.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'>En esta noche fija</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me pregunto si me habrás olvidado  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aunque entiendo que hay miradas silenciosas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como la tuya que te abraza desde adentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que al clavar los ojos en las estrellas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te veo en su luz de llanto seco  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y en un desvelo de ilusión… me apago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Es tan lejano el silencio  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que no encuentras camino por donde volver…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya sé que mis manos están vacías  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Manchadas de tinta y repletas de ausencias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y en esta noche fija escribo algunos versos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Como otros tantos de los que siempre fuiste dueña  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y titila mi alma a razón de cada verso tuyo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya sé que de ti sólo me queda olvidarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Pero olvidarte… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no puedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-2632365545121842457?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2632365545121842457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2632365545121842457' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2632365545121842457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2632365545121842457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/06/en-esta-noche-fija.html' title='En esta noche fija'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3541317932489286840</id><published>2011-05-25T14:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:03:53.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verte con las manos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirte que todavía te espero&lt;br /&gt;Y te esperaré&lt;br /&gt;Que te necesito desde siempre &lt;br /&gt;Aunque ya lo sabes… &lt;br /&gt;Que tus ojos son el agua que bebe mi alma &lt;br /&gt;Como un manantial donde se concentra toda mi vida &lt;br /&gt;Que mi léxico es tan simple como lo ves… &lt;br /&gt;Como las cuatro letras cómplices de la palabra amor &lt;br /&gt;Como un apodo humilde de su significado &lt;br /&gt;De una medida tal que no alcanzo a comprender&lt;br /&gt;Como nuestra verdad que iluminan las estrellas &lt;br /&gt;Como ese cigarro que se interpone cuando pienso en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Que tu mirada es como las más altas cumbres &lt;br /&gt;Y penetrante hasta el fondo del mar&lt;br /&gt;Que no sé si fueron mis ojos inmóviles ante tu  presencia&lt;br /&gt;O si fueron tus ojos quienes desnudaron de otoño &lt;br /&gt;Quien vive detrás de los míos… &lt;br /&gt;Que tus labios encierran las alas del viento &lt;br /&gt;El cielo y mi existencia… &lt;br /&gt;Y que tu frente es la bienvenida del día &lt;br /&gt;Con su clara luz en cada despertar &lt;br /&gt;Que quiero que sepas aunque no me escuches &lt;br /&gt;Que tengo miedo de no volver a ver tus palabras &lt;br /&gt;Que son mi recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Como mis labios que cada día besan tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que te abrazo en el vértigo de una montaña rusa &lt;br /&gt;Con tu sonrisa al cielo y tus cabellos volando el viento &lt;br /&gt;Y ahí me quedo a veces creyendo que no existes… &lt;br /&gt;Que nos vimos desde lejos estando cerca&lt;br /&gt;Como un olvido que no quiere olvidar &lt;br /&gt;Y que sin en tu soledad más profunda mi amor no te toca &lt;br /&gt;Y no logras verme con las manos&lt;br /&gt;Y no puedo verte con las manos…&lt;br /&gt;En un riego de lágrima te cuidaré en mis orquídeas &lt;br /&gt;Y que suba el mar…&lt;br /&gt;Que puedo imaginar… que de haber un fin del mundo&lt;br /&gt; Dolería menos contemplando tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Que he descubierto que todos los amores anteriores &lt;br /&gt;Sólo eran semillas tímidas&lt;br /&gt;Para dar a luz a este gran amor &lt;br /&gt;Que sus pétalos perfuman la eternidad &lt;br /&gt;Que sueño que tus manos son la caricia&lt;br /&gt;De todas las manos dispuestas a amar&lt;br /&gt;Que tus pies marcan el paso de mis latidos &lt;br /&gt;Y que los astros son dichosos al verte andar &lt;br /&gt;Que con tu mejilla en mi pecho &lt;br /&gt;Dormiría en el más largo de los abrazos infinitos &lt;br /&gt;Tus palabras la conquista sin batallas de toda verdad…&lt;br /&gt;Y si las  palabras de tus labios son la primavera &lt;br /&gt;Entonces el tiempo no es nada.&lt;br /&gt;Si supiera que la quiero&lt;br /&gt;Si creyera al menos que la quiero &lt;br /&gt;Y si la noche es su silencio? &lt;br /&gt;Y no existiese &lt;br /&gt;Y si naufrago en este sueño? &lt;br /&gt;Y si en cada lágrima encontramos orilla &lt;br /&gt;Y te pierdes… &lt;br /&gt;Y te encuentro en mis letras &lt;br /&gt;Y me pierdo…&lt;br /&gt;El espacio perderá el  sentido de la distancia &lt;br /&gt;Y yo perderé este cuerpo para amarte con el Alma. &lt;br /&gt;Si el destino fuese ese… &lt;br /&gt;¿Quién nos hizo ver el horizonte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/3554956722672231430-3541317932489286840?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2321559691232759998</id><published>2011-05-22T18:58:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:39:44.835-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayer la ví</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, que ayer la ví&lt;br /&gt;No sé si estuvimos juntos&lt;br /&gt;O si sólo fue un sueño transparente.&lt;br /&gt;Yo sentado en el banco de una plaza&lt;br /&gt;Ella detrás de mi con su abrazo a media asta&lt;br /&gt;Yo tan amigo de las palabras y esta vez&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que en silencio...&lt;br /&gt;Ella con su mentón en mi hombro&lt;br /&gt;Yo inmóvil, irreal y agradecido&lt;br /&gt;Y ella tan intacta como siempre&lt;br /&gt;Con su sonrisa y sus labios&lt;br /&gt;Y sus ojos…&lt;br /&gt;Una vertiente de belleza inmaculada&lt;br /&gt;Derramada en mi pecho por completo&lt;br /&gt;Tan pura e intacta y cristalina&lt;br /&gt;Y yo irreal y tan creyente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-2321559691232759998?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2321559691232759998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2321559691232759998' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2321559691232759998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2321559691232759998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/05/ayer-la-vi.html' title='Ayer la ví'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5557652383637201718</id><published>2011-05-21T19:15:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:55:14.104-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calendario</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hoy me acentúo más que nunca en aquel&lt;br /&gt;Que anda por la vida sabiendo&lt;br /&gt;Que todo lo bueno dura  tan poco&lt;br /&gt;Que nada es para siempre&lt;br /&gt;Cometiendo el error de dejar fuera de agenda&lt;br /&gt;Lo mejor que le pasa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/3554956722672231430-5557652383637201718?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5557652383637201718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5557652383637201718' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5557652383637201718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5557652383637201718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/05/calendario.html' title='Calendario'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5631468809423764670</id><published>2011-05-14T17:29:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:44:53.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mírate a los ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mírate a los ojos y me verás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mírame a los ojos    y renáceme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si yo renazco en cada suspiro tuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi eterno amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sé que pasas de cuerpo en cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Donde el viento nos roza la piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y cada destello de memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nos marca el camino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con las manos llenas de universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como el amor en otras lunas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5631468809423764670?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5631468809423764670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5631468809423764670' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5631468809423764670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5631468809423764670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/05/mirate-los-ojos.html' title='Mírate a los ojos'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4056992558845636376</id><published>2011-04-05T23:57:00.022-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:02:57.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A la mitad de los besos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lo que alguna vez  pudo haber sido y no lo fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Es igual de grande que si lo hubiera sido…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;En silencio los días siguen su vuelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Y sus ojos de acuarela desgranan el sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tan corto como amaneceres en el camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-4056992558845636376?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4056992558845636376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4056992558845636376' title='27 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4056992558845636376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4056992558845636376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-mitad-de-los-besos_05.html' title='A la mitad de los besos'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2376508754977964633</id><published>2011-02-28T20:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:38:47.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstracto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De tus ojos claros  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En una noche obscura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Bajo su luz descalza  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nacen los caminos    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En su lenguaje de cielo.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es viento el suspiro de sus ojos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que te acaricia sin pretexto  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como el sol   que va cayendo…     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pensando en ellos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Hoy extraño tanto su llegada  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y me pregunto  si sabrá que la quiero…     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La siento   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan prójima y lejana  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y tan vivo…en algún universo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que no es el mío.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi decir  ya se va apagando  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como esa estrella que ha muerto hace tiempo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Le doy las gracias por las musas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y por su luz que aún  refleja en el recuerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-2376508754977964633?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2376508754977964633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2376508754977964633' title='20 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2376508754977964633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2376508754977964633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/02/abstracto.html' title='Abstracto'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4706402670593770443</id><published>2011-02-07T22:52:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:03:15.137-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preliminar del llanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde irán a parar los latidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cuando se apagan los sueños  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En algún lugar perdido…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;¿Dónde irán a quedar?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que sólo de pensarlo duelen antes de llegar a sentirlos   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como si fuese un dolor ajeno que se queda con nosotros  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como el cuerpo de un espejo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ese sitio nuestro que no habitamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; A veces uno se siente tan sólo buscando motivos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que no llegamos a entender  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si van y vienen los besos   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De tus ojos nómades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Que secan lágrimas en sus orillas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como compuertas que contienen el alma de un llanto infinito  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como un batir las alas mirando el cielo sin querer volar  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Secreto de cual razón desconozco  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como tu nombre que no pronuncio  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y lo llevo tan dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-4706402670593770443?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4706402670593770443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4706402670593770443' title='23 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4706402670593770443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4706402670593770443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/02/preliminar-del-llanto.html' title='Preliminar del llanto'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-1560379777625763265</id><published>2011-01-22T14:07:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:12:37.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por más que la niebla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bonita es la luz de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que juegan conmigo al amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-1560379777625763265?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/1560379777625763265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=1560379777625763265' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1560379777625763265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1560379777625763265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/01/por-mas-que-la-niebla_22.html' title='Por más que la niebla'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-6348836004434793316</id><published>2011-01-09T14:37:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:54:07.818-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin antes volar…</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No seas quién… me condenes a un olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Como puntos suspensivos del otro lado de un umbral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Sin tiempo a desnudarte, juzgándome en un beso        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Hoy te llevo en mi silencio  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y me encuentro más yo que nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cristal que raspó mi insolencia  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuera de mi alcance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-6348836004434793316?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/6348836004434793316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=6348836004434793316' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6348836004434793316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6348836004434793316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/01/sin-antes-volar.html' title='Sin antes volar…'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-627887600285742628</id><published>2011-01-04T21:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:28:45.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saberte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porqué tanto miedo a dejarte querer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Si ya no sé hacer otra cosa más que hallar  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cada día tu velero en mi ventana  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y sólo tus besos habitan por las noches  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tus manos tímidas acariciando  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo recuerdo…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y te encuentro en tu mirada   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En ausencia de tus ojos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entre tus cabellos y sobre tus labios  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y al lado de cada palabra…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-627887600285742628?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/627887600285742628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=627887600285742628' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/627887600285742628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/627887600285742628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2011/01/saberte.html' title='Saberte...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3155089542056222919</id><published>2010-12-18T20:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:55:38.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Presagio</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt; del viento&lt;br /&gt;Existe una mujer&lt;br /&gt;Que dejó su corazón en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;A veces en la brisa la reconozco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Quizás&lt;/span&gt; a veces... ella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt; lo haga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-3155089542056222919?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3155089542056222919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3155089542056222919' title='19 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3155089542056222919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3155089542056222919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/12/presagio.html' title='Presagio'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2616640415431522357</id><published>2010-12-09T18:06:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:40:49.134-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-oculto</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He empezado a conocerte&lt;br /&gt;Y eres sin dudas toda ella&lt;br /&gt;La que abre mis párpados&lt;br /&gt;Al sueño a menudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tu razón me archive&lt;br /&gt;Tu corazón pintará por las noches&lt;br /&gt;Sus labios de rojo&lt;br /&gt;Para contarte todas sus verdades&lt;br /&gt;Buscando universos perdidos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nunca fuimos extraños&lt;br /&gt;Los corazones se diluyen&lt;br /&gt;En un rojo predestinado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como hacer para sacarte de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Si te llevo en las solapas de mis días&lt;br /&gt;Como un ojal que mira a lo alto por las noches&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada trepando a mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;Como una flor imaginaria&lt;br /&gt;Con un sabor que endulza mi destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ignorar ésta nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el sol no alcanza tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;Si son tus sueños en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Abriendo el cielo de tus ojos ante mÍ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si eres una voz sin olvido&lt;br /&gt;Que susurras los versos más bonitos&lt;br /&gt;Al alma mía&lt;br /&gt;Como hacer para sacarte de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Si en mi inconsciente eres el ensueño&lt;br /&gt;Que he soñado tantas veces…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no entendía&lt;br /&gt;Que al acercarme más te alejaría&lt;br /&gt;Si duele tanto un adiós&lt;br /&gt;Como un mañana vestido de pasado&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te llevo en mi silencio&lt;br /&gt;Fijo la mirada al viento&lt;br /&gt;Y le dejo algunos besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiésemos al menos detener el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Robarle algunos recuerdos de bellos motivos&lt;br /&gt;Para no solo verlos pasar de lado&lt;br /&gt;Como una ráfaga de lo que hemos perdido&lt;br /&gt;Aunque estemos parados en el mismo sitio&lt;br /&gt;Y sin el mismo amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/3554956722672231430-2616640415431522357?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2616640415431522357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2616640415431522357' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2616640415431522357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2616640415431522357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/12/semi-oculto.html' title='Semi-oculto'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8434623404606818360</id><published>2010-11-20T22:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:51:28.437-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Al viento de tu boca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas lunas tiene el amor…&lt;br /&gt;Que uno ama de tantas maneras diferentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre llantos y vertientes&lt;br /&gt;Rimas de ecos&lt;br /&gt;Que a coro cantan&lt;br /&gt;Si el olvido es no tenerte&lt;br /&gt;Me desnudo…&lt;br /&gt;Sin más ante tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te he  pensado en silencio tantas veces…&lt;br /&gt;Imaginándote tal como eres…&lt;br /&gt;Como las cadenas invisibles que anclan las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Dejándolas enfrente de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilusión inmensa que concede el viento.&lt;br /&gt;De tu boca entreabierta en palabras&lt;br /&gt;Ese beso tuyo que llega hasta mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Como un gorrión que se refugia en su nido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un arrollo&lt;br /&gt;Que supura entre las piedras&lt;br /&gt;Perfume que respiro&lt;br /&gt;Al viento de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Que quizás  en otras vidas ya he besado&lt;br /&gt;Que forja los temblores de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Y suelta sueños en el aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es ella la que su mirada es la brisa&lt;br /&gt;La frescura de las líneas de mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Que destierran mis cenizas adormecidas&lt;br /&gt;Y me desnudan… a todo alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-8434623404606818360?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8434623404606818360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8434623404606818360' title='19 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8434623404606818360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8434623404606818360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/11/al-viento-de-tu-boca.html' title='Al viento de tu boca'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-986714743603531437</id><published>2010-11-08T18:53:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:46:14.112-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desnudez</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CWindows%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Si sólo basta con pensarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para salvarme la vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-986714743603531437?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/986714743603531437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=986714743603531437' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/986714743603531437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/986714743603531437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/11/desnudez.html' title='Desnudez'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-1907217127339191009</id><published>2010-10-14T23:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:00:18.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizás la luna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás la luna dejó su estela&lt;br /&gt;En estos poemas tomados de la mano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las compuertas del Alma&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se sueltan los versos&lt;br /&gt;En una mágica noche&lt;br /&gt;Que uno se entrega&lt;br /&gt;Como hoy la luna&lt;br /&gt;A la cercanía del lucero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la sombra de nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me dieras la espalda&lt;br /&gt;Me verás morir en un callejón de silencio&lt;br /&gt;Con los labios espejos&lt;br /&gt;Y los ojos secos&lt;br /&gt;Una muerte nostálgica&lt;br /&gt;Una muerte inminente&lt;br /&gt;Cuando alguna vez he escuchado por ahí&lt;br /&gt;Que eres poeta&lt;br /&gt;Desde la última gota de sangre de los dedos del pie&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el final de la fibra florecida del cabello&lt;br /&gt;Soñando en primavera…&lt;br /&gt;En lugar de aceptar todo éste amor&lt;br /&gt;Que ni siquiera yo sé que tengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me pierdo en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me pierdo en ti&lt;br /&gt;Suceden tantas cosas…&lt;br /&gt;Me pierdo en ti&lt;br /&gt;Como en una noche estrellada&lt;br /&gt;Me pierdo en ti tantas veces…&lt;br /&gt;Como una mirada sin tacto&lt;br /&gt;De una luz que se pierde&lt;br /&gt;Cuando las huellas se hechicen&lt;br /&gt;Y se abran los llantos&lt;br /&gt;En su camino certero&lt;br /&gt;Y se detengan los péndulos&lt;br /&gt;En el tiempo de los besos no dados&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca serán recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Porque no tendrán olvido&lt;br /&gt;Entonces iré por ti hacia mí&lt;br /&gt;Ven hacia donde estés&lt;br /&gt;Que me encontrarás a tu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie es ninguna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo en tus ojos despejados&lt;br /&gt;En una estación azul del Alma…&lt;br /&gt;Extendido en el aire al galope del viento&lt;br /&gt;Donde nadie es ninguna otra igual a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo en tus ojos despejados&lt;br /&gt;Entre astros, alma, cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Pies y tierra&lt;br /&gt;Y no quisiera estar…&lt;br /&gt;Si ellos se nublaran&lt;br /&gt;Sería como un mar embravecido&lt;br /&gt;Derramado en el camino&lt;br /&gt;Sin faros y sin orillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te dijese que eres lo mejor que me pasa&lt;br /&gt;Con tus manos de pétalos que aún espero&lt;br /&gt;Y tus ojos de cielo que me llenan de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Si te dijese… Qué cambiaría ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si yo renazco apegado cada instante a su reflejo&lt;br /&gt;En el reflejo de tus ojos manantiales&lt;br /&gt;Flor donde posa en silencio el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Y me diluyo en la bruma que segrega&lt;br /&gt;Elevándome en el aire hasta las olas del viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me quedo en ti cada día&lt;br /&gt;En el brillo de tu ser&lt;br /&gt;Como el agua de aquel arrollo&lt;br /&gt;Que en paz transita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-1907217127339191009?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/1907217127339191009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=1907217127339191009' title='18 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1907217127339191009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1907217127339191009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/10/quizas-la-luna_9079.html' title='Quizás la luna...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-945551558400474317</id><published>2010-09-25T22:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:34:13.984-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sólo ella...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como puede ser tan hermosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para entrar sencillamente sabiéndolo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En mi piel como la arena en el agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy le pido a los astros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan sólo un simple poema que mire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Si todo lo daría-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por no sentir ese miedo de no volverla a ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que permanezca eterno en el universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sería como dormir en sus ojos infinitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como haberla bajado de algún sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si al menos pudiese no quererla…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;¿Pero cómo he de hacerlo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si hemos sido siempre un mismo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suspendido en el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Escondido en el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que asombrado me vea llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Llorar con ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Llorarlo desde bien adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde las entrañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sacarlo todo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Llorar hasta el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En forma de recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Llorar y llorarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-945551558400474317?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/945551558400474317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=945551558400474317' title='28 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/945551558400474317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/945551558400474317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/09/solo-ella_25.html' title='Sólo ella...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-1041134889725821949</id><published>2010-09-12T19:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:37:51.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incierto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo será el último testigo&lt;br /&gt;De la única verdad del destino&lt;br /&gt;De un futuro que me aguarda&lt;br /&gt;En el veredicto de los días&lt;br /&gt;Apareciendo como relámpago&lt;br /&gt;Aferrado a mi presente&lt;br /&gt;Cual interrogante clandestina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-1041134889725821949?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/1041134889725821949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=1041134889725821949' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1041134889725821949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1041134889725821949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/09/incierto.html' title='Incierto'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-9076596690320114152</id><published>2010-09-03T14:37:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T18:24:23.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Y que del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CWindows%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Enamorar un cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Amarlo por completo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Desde las raíces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hasta algún otoño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Desamorarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y dejarlo de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Volver a encontrarlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;En alguna primavera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Desde sus tallos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Un amor repetido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Con otro principio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y un mismo final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;No es tan difícil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Pero enamorar un Alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorar un Alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;En fin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Enamorar un Alma... lo es todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y tú lo has hecho simplemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y lo sabes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 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title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=9076596690320114152' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/9076596690320114152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/9076596690320114152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/09/y-que-del-tiempo.html' title='Y que del tiempo'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5166039396631192723</id><published>2010-08-27T18:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:02:01.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A pleno vuelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mujer en el papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nunca he sabido doblar la hoja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Una estrella de luz con su alma blanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que sueña despierta mis sueños que sueñan contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Iluminando todos los caminos por donde pretendo cruzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si no llegaras…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los ojos del insomnio se secarían  en el humo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De una espesa e impregnante oscuridad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eres tan cristalina como cierta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tinta que envidia mis venas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con tu rostro al viento eres aún más perfecta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es como si se detuviera el tiempo en tus relieves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A veces llegas asomándote en mis noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y luego en nombre del amor te alejas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En el silencio tus ojos son el universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lugar donde descansan perdidos los astros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si no llegaras…&lt;br /&gt;A pleno vuelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En los campanarios sin voz del cielo buscaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Palomas blancas de papel… hijas de tus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sin ti soy como esos tejados coloniales…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan ajenos y cercanos a mi ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que inmóviles siempre permanecieron ahí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amanecidos de un verde nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mujer de papel hoy te contemplo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde tu imagen al Alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5166039396631192723?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5166039396631192723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5166039396631192723' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5166039396631192723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5166039396631192723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/08/mujer-en-el-papel-nunca-he-sabido.html' title='A pleno vuelo'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3662431566341390543</id><published>2010-08-19T21:00:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:16:26.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Con los pies en el cielo</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" 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&lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Con éste amor es distinto… a ningún otro se parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Permanece el rasgo del amor en tu cara salido del alma pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y esos labios que aún no he tocado y hoy añoro como besan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mientras busco la forma de no verme tan alejado de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Con el corazón nacido preguntandome ¿De qué no nos vamos a morir…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y yo todavía aquí tratando de saber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Cómo será el instante de eternidad al encontrarme frente a tus ojos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Cuántas palabras podré pronunciar aturdidas por el palpitar del pecho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿O si el coraje me bastará tan sólo para permanecer callado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Contemplando de ellos como estrellas, con los pies en el cielo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Y dónde irán a quedar las ganas al momento de contenerlas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuando me pierda sujeto a ésta cosa loca que tengo de amarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3662431566341390543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3662431566341390543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/08/con-los-pies-en-el-cielo.html' title='Con los pies en el cielo'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-1243307106573581292</id><published>2010-08-06T19:24:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:44:07.289-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anochecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anochecer a tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sería como morir de amor y volver a la vida en un instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como si el sueño se apagara para abrigarme en carne propia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quizás por eso me encierro en lo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tanto que hoy soy aquel que cree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que lleva consigo en el pecho una soledad inhabitada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En forma de oscuras grietas de lejanía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Donde alguna vez...     mujer alguna perdió sus tacos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy soy aquel que cree en tus ojos bellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mientras me pregunto como pueden ser aún más bellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entre los mantos de niebla de memorias y lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy soy aquel que cree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que eres como el palpitar de las estrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan individual y única como cada una por si sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagen que no me canso de mirar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Más hermosa que la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con su mejor vestido reflejada en el lago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy soy simplemente aquel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que no entiende el porqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A una ausencia de estación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-1243307106573581292?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/1243307106573581292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=1243307106573581292' title='23 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1243307106573581292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1243307106573581292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/08/anochecer_06.html' title='Anochecer'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4741851669665340919</id><published>2010-07-25T14:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:50:30.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te propongo un amor secreto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con tiempos y distancias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como la constelación entera que deja tu mirada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero sin abismos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por donde no iremos a caer...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quizás al principio con algo de misterio&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fácil de sostener con algunos pocos suspiros&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que lo hará tan grande&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como para gritarlo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 13.5pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/3554956722672231430-4741851669665340919?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4741851669665340919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4741851669665340919' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4741851669665340919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4741851669665340919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/07/entera_25.html' title='Entera'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5093708354575191909</id><published>2010-07-17T11:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:31:56.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A la vuelta del olvido</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;¿ Qué dicen los cielos&lt;br /&gt;Por encima de los días ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soñando ya sin sueños&lt;br /&gt;Con una soledad apacible&lt;br /&gt;-Insistente-&lt;br /&gt;No me alcanzan las horas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se acortan las noches&lt;br /&gt;Contemplándote al dormir&lt;br /&gt;Paisaje que me he de quedar…&lt;br /&gt;Con el anhelo de que me dejes ver&lt;br /&gt;A través del telón de tus párpados&lt;br /&gt;Como caen las estrellas de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Luz que sobrepasa mis deseos&lt;br /&gt;Con la cara puliendo el flujo del viento&lt;br /&gt;Y mi proa quebrando olas en su vértice&lt;br /&gt;Con una memoria que resurge heredera&lt;br /&gt;Me diluyo en las sales&lt;br /&gt;Que probaron alguna vez mis labios&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y luego… a la vuelta del olvido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te encuentro...&lt;br /&gt;Y no te encuentro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5093708354575191909?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5093708354575191909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5093708354575191909' title='18 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5093708354575191909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5093708354575191909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-vuelta-del-olvido_1053.html' title='A la vuelta del olvido'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-6077332111200773328</id><published>2010-07-08T17:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:54:45.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descendida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doy vuelta de página&lt;br /&gt;Les hago un círculo conjuntivo a todas esas palabras&lt;br /&gt;Ausentes que se han embarcaron en los sueños tras de ti&lt;br /&gt;Que caminan tus huellas sin alcanzar sus pasos&lt;br /&gt;Tan simples que entrelazan mi pecho al firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Y me pregunto...&lt;br /&gt;¿Si por entre los claros de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Será el sendero de tu regreso?&lt;br /&gt;Por donde yo me he ido alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;Mientras culpo a las veces que he muerto&lt;br /&gt;Para hoy creerme al menos algo vivo&lt;br /&gt;Tu voz es un lugar en la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;Que se ha llevado mi alma sin que tú lo notaras&lt;br /&gt;Dejando mi mitad apartada en un momento&lt;br /&gt;Con los ojos vendados&lt;br /&gt;Y devota del destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-6077332111200773328?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/6077332111200773328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=6077332111200773328' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6077332111200773328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6077332111200773328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/07/descendida.html' title='Descendida'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2571031439034660189</id><published>2010-06-29T21:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:39:11.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A solas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando las musas se alejan&lt;br /&gt;Como en un viaje al olvido&lt;br /&gt;Y en  silencio me alcanza&lt;br /&gt;Con su manto la noche&lt;br /&gt;Descubriéndome huérfano&lt;br /&gt;De palabras a media piel&lt;br /&gt;En un fragmento de abismo&lt;br /&gt;Me envuelve un vacío tajante&lt;br /&gt;Tan profundo de nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Que no se puede aliviar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy hacia adentro&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un amor&lt;br /&gt;Que no sé si exista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-2571031439034660189?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2571031439034660189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2571031439034660189' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2571031439034660189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2571031439034660189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/06/solas.html' title='A solas...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3808216518180459315</id><published>2010-06-25T19:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:32:27.509-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ILUMINADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He encontrado tu sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan eterna como siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La aprisiono destellante entre besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como adormecida y anidada en un abrazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y en la vida transcurro algo ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como la luna encendida y distraída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por el canto de los lobos enamorados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quizás aunque no lo sepas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me encuentro tan cercano al cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuando me siento a tu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y desde lejos me descubro sin certeza alguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De estar vivo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y aunque no te lo explique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te esperaré hasta el día siguiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Del que ya no esté...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-3808216518180459315?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3808216518180459315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3808216518180459315' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3808216518180459315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3808216518180459315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/06/iluminada.html' title='ILUMINADA'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8566803186224442227</id><published>2010-06-17T19:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:20:30.634-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incontrolable amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los ayeres están llenos ilusiones...&lt;br /&gt;Que me detienen cada tanto&lt;br /&gt;En un momento sin espacio en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Preguntándome casi sin darme cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Si no seré sólo un recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Absorbido por los senderos de tus iris boreales&lt;br /&gt;Perpetuado como una figura tenue&lt;br /&gt;Que se pierde en tus retinas&lt;br /&gt;Con todo el misterio que encierras&lt;br /&gt;He elegido quedarme a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Y que me ampare el destino...&lt;br /&gt;Incontrolable amor&lt;br /&gt;Hoy pienso en tu suspiro en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Y en esos ojos que resguardan las palabras&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciadas en silencio y sin escalas&lt;br /&gt;En tus manos y el espacio entre las mías&lt;br /&gt;En los poros de tu piel tan amigos de mis manos&lt;br /&gt;En tus pies tan perfectos y ya sin huellas&lt;br /&gt;Que se han ido como acariciando los caminos&lt;br /&gt;Y en tu boca con sus labios tan capaces&lt;br /&gt;De matarte y darte vida en un momento&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera flor sin dudas yo diría que es orquídea&lt;br /&gt;Por lo salvaje por lo exótica, entregada y mezquina&lt;br /&gt;En tu voz que entrequiebra mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;Y en tus lágrimas derramadas de sinceras&lt;br /&gt;Que ignoraba su vertiente por completo&lt;br /&gt;Que en un descuido no pudiste contenerlas&lt;br /&gt;Al soltar las amarras en el puerto de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Dejándome solo como un barco a la deriva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-8566803186224442227?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8566803186224442227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8566803186224442227' title='22 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8566803186224442227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8566803186224442227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/06/incontrolable-amor.html' title='Incontrolable amor'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4521629207963645586</id><published>2010-06-13T17:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T17:53:11.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿De qué color son tus ojos?&lt;br /&gt;Del color de los astros que se pierden en la noche&lt;br /&gt;O de las huellas fugitivas que me dejan solo a pleno día...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-4521629207963645586?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4521629207963645586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4521629207963645586' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4521629207963645586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4521629207963645586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/06/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8859007123850932951</id><published>2010-06-05T21:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:13:38.532-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tus ojos hechos astros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que de vez en cuando&lt;br /&gt;Debemos adaptarnos a las circunstancias&lt;br /&gt;Para darle lugar a los errores&lt;br /&gt;Que aprendan un poco más de nosotros...&lt;br /&gt;Será tal vez así que el mañana duela menos&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciando por adelantado el ¡Ay! del mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Serán tus ojos hechos astros como estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Tan fugaces como vergonzosos&lt;br /&gt;Que en su paso tan cercano me han llevado tras su velo&lt;br /&gt;Serán tus ojos astros que me tornan astro&lt;br /&gt;Cómplice de su cielo&lt;br /&gt;Como si la luna y el sol se quedaran quietos&lt;br /&gt;En un punto de encuentro&lt;br /&gt;- Tan capaces de ilusiones -&lt;br /&gt;Será así que  el “de vez en cuando” sea eterno&lt;br /&gt;Y bailemos como astros abrazados&lt;br /&gt;Festejando sus espacios compartidos&lt;br /&gt;Hechos besos en su órbita y sin aliento&lt;br /&gt;Será entonces que el día no será día&lt;br /&gt;Y la noche olvide su nombre&lt;br /&gt;Acortando distancias se miren a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Saldando sus deudas se tomen las manos&lt;br /&gt;Y se besen la boca descubriendo sus labios&lt;br /&gt;Fugitivos de sus hemisferios lagrimales&lt;br /&gt;Fundidos juntos en un para siempre&lt;br /&gt;E ignorando la existencia...&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién podría predecirlos?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién podría contemplarlos...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-8859007123850932951?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8859007123850932951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8859007123850932951' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8859007123850932951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8859007123850932951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/06/tus-ojos-hechos-astros.html' title='Tus ojos hechos astros'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-883354595910321811</id><published>2010-06-02T20:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:31:42.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema 113</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aún contigo sin estarlo&lt;br /&gt;Y me pregunto en la posibilidad&lt;br /&gt;Que me digas que no la hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba a publicar otra entrada&lt;br /&gt;Pero ésta es la 113    y me recuerda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que en el piso 13&lt;br /&gt;No me viste y me dejaste&lt;br /&gt;Confesando a solas&lt;br /&gt;Y cautivo en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hubiera sido mi locura a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;En el olvido...&lt;br /&gt;Y para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-883354595910321811?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/883354595910321811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=883354595910321811' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/883354595910321811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/883354595910321811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/06/poema-113.html' title='Poema 113'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5333398200160942215</id><published>2010-05-29T20:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:11:23.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que pasa por dentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que pasa por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se escapa como agua entre mis manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se desvanece entre suspiros y bostezos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No se si se detenga en el escote  de los besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los espesos abismos que circundan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En el pecho como nubes pasajeras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo que me pasa por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No me avisa antes de pasarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y me toma desamparado en un descuido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo que me pasa por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No se si alguna vez se podrá escribir en el llanto de la lluvia      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que a veces me pregunto si no será el recuerdo de un amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reflejado en un río de sangre  que se seca en mis venas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y en el intento me rehuso a creerlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este es un amor que no se aleja hacia el olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque está hecho de traslúcidos recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Donde mueren las heridas a un costado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mientras la sombra del desencuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se encadena en mis días en un destiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que quizás sea la medida justa del destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En un silencio adormecido me distraigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y encojo los hombros dejando caer el alma  al suelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como se desnuda una hoja con el peso de una gota de rocío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde de lo que me pasa por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No mantendré oculto lo que siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo arrojaré  al viento por ver si lo encuentras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y muriendo renazco sin orillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En el rastro de tus huellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5333398200160942215?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5333398200160942215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5333398200160942215' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5333398200160942215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5333398200160942215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/05/lo-que-pasa-por-dentro.html' title='Lo que pasa por dentro'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-1481747382178363573</id><published>2010-05-23T18:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:02:53.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendido a tus pies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento una nostalgia adherida a las venas&lt;br /&gt;De un alma paralela que no encuentra mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;Como si la sombra de sus dedos caminara mi piel&lt;br /&gt;Sé que hoy no puedes y me muerdo los labios&lt;br /&gt;Mientras me rindo a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;Y me abrazo a esa mirada ausente&lt;br /&gt;De esos ojos profundos y presentes&lt;br /&gt;Que me han de matar...&lt;br /&gt;Y el pasado se desvanece&lt;br /&gt;En su expresión espontánea&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no distingo las huellas&lt;br /&gt;Que se dirigieron alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;Hacia aquel lugar oculto&lt;br /&gt;Donde dolieron tanto&lt;br /&gt;Las heridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-1481747382178363573?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/1481747382178363573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=1481747382178363573' title='22 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1481747382178363573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1481747382178363573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-rindo-tus-pies.html' title='Rendido a tus pies'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-6741928986541955302</id><published>2010-05-10T18:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:07:45.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A contraluz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;¿De cuántas palabras dispone el silencio?&lt;br /&gt;Que albergan en él sin esperanza alguna de nisiquiera nacer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y nos deja en buenas manos como por vez primera&lt;br /&gt;A contraluz / marmolizados de gris&lt;br /&gt;- Muriéndonos apenas –&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el último aliento en que al fin comprendo&lt;br /&gt;Que de nada sirve despertar sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Aunque te siga esperando&lt;br /&gt;Y recordando esa mirada triste&lt;br /&gt;Que se sujeta al alma... mientras te amo&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo que me quede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-6741928986541955302?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/6741928986541955302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=6741928986541955302' title='20 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6741928986541955302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6741928986541955302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/05/contraluz.html' title='A contraluz'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-6267021692142167792</id><published>2010-04-30T21:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:57:26.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vengo desde adentro&lt;br /&gt;Como esas olas que van llegando&lt;br /&gt;De un instante antes&lt;br /&gt;Del tiempo que te conozco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-6267021692142167792?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/6267021692142167792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=6267021692142167792' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6267021692142167792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6267021692142167792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/04/surgente.html' title='Surgente'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4083388796229537733</id><published>2010-04-22T20:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:48:37.131-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardián de corazones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Porqué el tiempo siempre se interpone en el camino?&lt;br /&gt;¿Y qué espera el destino para entrecruzar las miradas?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando las almas no dejan huellas y sin embargo se encuentran&lt;br /&gt;Y se mezclan en el corazón de los besos&lt;br /&gt;Para morir de tanta vida en un momento&lt;br /&gt;Buscando en otros sitios me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;Cambio de estilo cortándome el pelo&lt;br /&gt;Por ver si te olvido y renaciendo me salvo&lt;br /&gt;Y otra vez primavera...&lt;br /&gt;Y cambio de calles por ver si te encuentro&lt;br /&gt;Preguntando tu nombre a otras tú&lt;br /&gt;Que nisiquiera te han visto&lt;br /&gt;Y dejándome llevar muero...&lt;br /&gt;Por ese corazón que esconde sus latidos&lt;br /&gt;Por debajo del murmullo de las olas&lt;br /&gt;Que me empaña y me entrevero a sus raíces&lt;br /&gt;Y me alberga la tristeza de un árbol talado&lt;br /&gt;Tan guardián de su amor&lt;br /&gt;Que mata otros amores.&lt;br /&gt;Y emana en suspiros la tibieza&lt;br /&gt;Que acaricia acurrucada dentro mío&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá que no se vaya...&lt;br /&gt;Y que en el trueque de miradas me predigas&lt;br /&gt;Y se eleven en la aurora hasta los astros&lt;br /&gt;Para luego descender como gota de rocío&lt;br /&gt;Que descansa de rodilla en un abrazo&lt;br /&gt;Eres un amor que mata otros amores&lt;br /&gt;Que sin querer ha vivido en carne propia&lt;br /&gt;Convirtiéndolos en amores pasajeros&lt;br /&gt;Un amor guardián de corazones&lt;br /&gt;Que se agazapa y se aferra&lt;br /&gt;Adhiriéndose a los huesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-4083388796229537733?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4083388796229537733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4083388796229537733' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4083388796229537733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4083388796229537733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/04/guardian-de-corazones.html' title='Guardián de corazones'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3103919648294646224</id><published>2010-04-15T17:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:51:34.417-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caricias de lejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando al corazón se le acabe el aliento en su parte más débil&lt;br /&gt;Y concluyan los días en su hazaña más pronta&lt;br /&gt;En el crepitar de los huesos ya no míos sino ajenos&lt;br /&gt;Y el alma no duela y me eleve en el aire en el más alto vuelo&lt;br /&gt;Sin rastro de mí mismo en jardines de nubes&lt;br /&gt;- Tan cerca y tan lejos-&lt;br /&gt;Quizás sea todo distinto&lt;br /&gt;Que a la demora y el tiempo se les moren los labios&lt;br /&gt;Que se coman la boca y no se besen la frente&lt;br /&gt;Mi espacio de tu lado me lo llevo conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Te cuidaré lo prometo aunque me vaya en el alba&lt;br /&gt;No te sientas tan sola que mezclado en la brisa&lt;br /&gt;Soplaré tan bonito / acorde y sereno&lt;br /&gt;Para que no se extinga... ni queme...&lt;br /&gt;Y otro amor... no te duela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-3103919648294646224?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3103919648294646224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3103919648294646224' title='19 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3103919648294646224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3103919648294646224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/04/caricias-de-lejos.html' title='Caricias de lejos'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5733585068470442130</id><published>2010-04-09T20:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:58:25.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Déjame...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame en el pasado&lt;br /&gt;En las puertas del olvido&lt;br /&gt;Déjame donde tú quieras&lt;br /&gt;Por algún lugar perdido&lt;br /&gt;Déjame crudamente&lt;br /&gt;O por descuido&lt;br /&gt;Déjame...&lt;br /&gt;Hablando a solas&lt;br /&gt;De quien era con mi ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Déjame...&lt;br /&gt;De buenas ganas&lt;br /&gt;Y sin aviso&lt;br /&gt;Déjame...&lt;br /&gt;Que me contagie de muerte&lt;br /&gt;  - Muriendo de alegría -&lt;br /&gt;Por saberte cierta&lt;br /&gt;Que no ha sido sólo un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Relámpago por quien he vivido&lt;br /&gt;Déjame...&lt;br /&gt;Sólo un instante más&lt;br /&gt;En  tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Aunque quede vacío&lt;br /&gt;Sin nada por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Con el corazón desnudo&lt;br /&gt;E inerte en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando nadie me encuentre&lt;br /&gt;Ya estaré en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5733585068470442130?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5733585068470442130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5733585068470442130' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5733585068470442130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5733585068470442130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/04/dejame.html' title='Déjame...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-7235922856894231032</id><published>2010-03-14T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:28:40.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajamar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intacta en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Su esencia sin rostro&lt;br /&gt;En busca de su ausencia perfecta&lt;br /&gt;Se desnuda de a poco&lt;br /&gt;Escarba en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;Como un cañaveral&lt;br /&gt;Recostado en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Bailando sus hojas al viento&lt;br /&gt;Fundiendo colores&lt;br /&gt;Les sobran caricias&lt;br /&gt;Que rasgan la piel&lt;br /&gt;Como un pájaro que no aprende a volar&lt;br /&gt;Como bajamar deja impregnado&lt;br /&gt;El eco de sus olas en el corazón de las piedras&lt;br /&gt;Se aleja sin una carta de despedida&lt;br /&gt;Dejando en los poros rastro de su presencia&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el tiempo me interroga&lt;br /&gt;Me recuerda que son tan tristes mis musas&lt;br /&gt;Tan tristes ...&lt;br /&gt;Casi como tus blues&lt;br /&gt;Que a veces creo... que queremos&lt;br /&gt;Que así sea...&lt;br /&gt;Aunque enlacemos por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Las ganas de llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-7235922856894231032?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/7235922856894231032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=7235922856894231032' title='29 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7235922856894231032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7235922856894231032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/03/bajamar.html' title='Bajamar'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5124755023779692929</id><published>2010-03-07T16:14:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:23:02.504-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Como nacida del mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con sus cabellos mojados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y sus senos de sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apagaba el horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con sus ojos de un color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que celoso copiaba el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Era todo en la nada de un instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Su piel de poros perlados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La verdad de una vida eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con la sonrisa oculta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Su boca era el mayor desafío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y por no saber expresar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lo mucho que la quería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apostando a la indiferencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y envenenando el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy divago en la forma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De tener la certeza de encontrarla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las líneas de mis manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5124755023779692929?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5124755023779692929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5124755023779692929' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5124755023779692929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5124755023779692929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/03/como-nacida-del-mar.html' title='Como nacida del mar'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3013469586877418974</id><published>2010-02-07T21:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:27:22.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'>En el brillo de tus labios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrazado a tus labios rojos me duermo&lt;br /&gt;Contemplando un crepúsculo sangrante&lt;br /&gt;Tan misterioso como el universo&lt;br /&gt;Me pierdo...&lt;br /&gt;Y al amanecer del sueño&lt;br /&gt;Libero verdades encontradas a la sombra&lt;br /&gt;De mi existencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-3013469586877418974?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3013469586877418974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3013469586877418974' title='27 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3013469586877418974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3013469586877418974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/02/en-el-brillo-de-tus-labios_07.html' title='En el brillo de tus labios'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8321395368060935714</id><published>2010-02-04T23:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:37:28.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Una y otra vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como una luz hacia el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recorro mi memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que se escapa entre mis dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quiero saber de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saber porqué me estás queriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si vale más la palabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O tú detrás de la ausencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que sin querer se ha quedado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adormecida en mi presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Háblame de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que el tiempo no será eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y el no querer olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal vez sea más fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que el Amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-8321395368060935714?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8321395368060935714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8321395368060935714' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8321395368060935714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8321395368060935714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/02/una-y-otra-vez.html' title='Una y otra vez'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-266524556364345174</id><published>2010-01-29T10:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:55:22.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incorpóreo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo me lleva a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como un buen vino a la copa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y de ella a los labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Donde descansan las lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Escapadas de un llanto olvidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como un sendero de antorchas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muriendo en un manto de seda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como el viento empuja a la espuma del mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tratando de salvarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo me lleva a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El despertar prisionero de todo tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mezcla mi sangre al galope de un potro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En un camino de tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Liberando su aliento de polvareda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como esparciendo  toda el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo lugar te encuentra dejándote llevar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-266524556364345174?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/266524556364345174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=266524556364345174' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/266524556364345174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/266524556364345174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/01/incorporeo.html' title='Incorpóreo'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4178846823589953698</id><published>2010-01-23T23:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:14:07.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soltando versos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu silencio no me pertenezca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que no pretenda encontrarme en los recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque jamás un día será igual a otro día por más que se esfuerce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y un amor nunca logrará ser igual a otro... en una noche viajera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Donde detrás de sus estrellas mansamente esconde todas sus pecas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A veces creo al mirar atrás que el pasado también nos piensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bajo el encanto de tus palabras filosóficas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te aliento a seguir tu sereno vuelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y un hasta siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aquel que ha menudo le he guardado rencor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por ser más soberbio que un hasta luego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En fin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sé que no querré olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te envío mi abrazo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dani..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-4178846823589953698?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4178846823589953698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4178846823589953698' title='15 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4178846823589953698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4178846823589953698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/01/soltando-versos.html' title='Soltando versos'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5918165604397794640</id><published>2010-01-17T19:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:56:15.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trazado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las puertas del destino te espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque debajo de mis pies se esconden las huellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De piel brillante y delicado pulso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que en su vértigo más profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dejan su memoria las lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5918165604397794640?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5918165604397794640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5918165604397794640' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5918165604397794640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5918165604397794640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/01/trazado.html' title='Trazado'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4141508431392726348</id><published>2010-01-10T21:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:23:35.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maniatado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ¿Debo morir con mis recuerdos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;¿Cómo podré encontrar la forma para olvidar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y si encontrase en ellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pequeñeces que he pasado por alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Como simples detalles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que son las grandes cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De un amor verdadero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O si sólo son alucinaciones inconclusas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Producto de confusos recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y si te encontrara igual que en mis sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tan vos como siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Con tu sonrisa ancha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que uno se siente el ombligo del mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bajo un cielo con sus ojos de estrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que a su paso dejan con su estela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Escrito tu nombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deberé entonces abrazarme a ellos  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O quizás despertar y tenerte enfrente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pedirte que me mires a los ojos y que nada se interponga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El universo estará tan cerca que no tendrás excusas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para no darle permiso a tus labios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De que hagan lo que quieran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Corriendo el riesgo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Arriesgándolo todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De tu brazo en alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y tu mano haciendo tope en mi pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sin dejarme quererte / sin chance alguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dándole luz y fin a mis sueños &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Entonces por siempre te buscaré en el vértigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Entre el espacio de tu mirada y la mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Muriendo luego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A solas y contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;En mis recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-4141508431392726348?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4141508431392726348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4141508431392726348' title='18 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4141508431392726348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4141508431392726348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2010/01/maniatado.html' title='Maniatado'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-7795544333211312999</id><published>2009-12-28T21:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:46:06.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manuscrito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiese encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarte en el desierto de mi cordura&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarte al margen de aquel sueño que aún palpo en mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarte una vez más en el desbordar palpitante de mis venas&lt;br /&gt;Aunque me cueste el llanto besando cada lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Y llorando por las que no puedo besar y se desvanecen en el suelo&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera encontrarte lejos de perderte y preguntarle al destino&lt;br /&gt;Que tan cerca pasaré en el descuido de no verte&lt;br /&gt;Y a pesar de que permaneces tan misma en el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando todos duermen en silencio te alejas&lt;br /&gt;Crepitando en un amarillento murmullo&lt;br /&gt;Como el de un frágil  libro viejo&lt;br /&gt;Recogiéndole el pelo a la noche&lt;br /&gt;Te encuentro besándole el cuello&lt;br /&gt;Cuando los besos pasan descalzos&lt;br /&gt;Y sin darnos cuenta  te pierdes a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;En los contornos del alma sin remordimientos&lt;br /&gt;Lejos de ser perfecto tendré que dejarte sola&lt;br /&gt;Y abrazado a la ilusión de encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;Sostengo mis heridas derrotadas sin saberlo&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quiero encontrarte...encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;Sabiendo que en el momento de hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;Una nueva en ellas...siempre aflora...&lt;br /&gt;En un ocaso sin red&lt;br /&gt;Adormecido y despiadado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-7795544333211312999?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/7795544333211312999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=7795544333211312999' title='23 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7795544333211312999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7795544333211312999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/12/manuscrito.html' title='Manuscrito'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8707131266799566356</id><published>2009-11-29T15:57:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:56:36.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojo de Poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thunbergia alata (Ojo de Poeta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; float: left; height: 242px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409601955272327026" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/SxLEUShD_3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/OC3T_OMWIqo/s320/flor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ojo de poeta no me olvides&lt;br /&gt;Que creo ser el mejor&lt;br /&gt;Que jamás antes he sido...&lt;br /&gt;Y trayendo mi pasado&lt;br /&gt;A mi presente&lt;br /&gt;Y entre tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;-Eres tan linda-&lt;br /&gt;Que ya no sé&lt;br /&gt;Si fue cosa del destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que en un descuido ha entrelazado nuestras huellas&lt;br /&gt;Para no dejarnos solos cuando la sombra no fecunde&lt;br /&gt;Y la luna se asome en las noches&lt;br /&gt;Espiando semi-oculta nuestra angustia&lt;br /&gt;Sólo se que tu presencia me enceguece&lt;br /&gt;Y tu fragancia me mantendrá erguido en el camino&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque el tiempo me desgarre&lt;br /&gt;Con sus colmillos caninos&lt;br /&gt;En el peor de mis fracasos inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;Cobijando con mis párpados los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Te buscaré en el mundo de los sueños&lt;br /&gt;En la vida y en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Tanto como se pueda&lt;br /&gt;Y aún más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Quédate conmigo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-8707131266799566356?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8707131266799566356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8707131266799566356' title='56 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8707131266799566356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8707131266799566356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/11/ojo-de-poeta.html' title='Ojo de Poeta'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/SxLEUShD_3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/OC3T_OMWIqo/s72-c/flor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3531349300335380868</id><published>2009-11-26T14:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:46:30.828-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay quienes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes desangran la nostalgia en baldes&lt;br /&gt;Con  lágrimas de cristales&lt;br /&gt;Y al momento con ellas mojan sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Al añorarla prontamente en demasía&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes en cotillones&lt;br /&gt;Disfrazan su tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Y otros las cuelgan en guirnaldas de colores&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes ignoran por completo su amargura&lt;br /&gt;Que madura en las ramas sin rencores&lt;br /&gt;Y hay quienes no soportan su condena&lt;br /&gt;Y por los pasillos de la vida&lt;br /&gt;A llanto vivo mueren&lt;br /&gt;Adormecidos en los rincones de un naufragio&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes te convidan de sus penas&lt;br /&gt;Y uno por no despreciar aceptas algún bocado&lt;br /&gt;Y hay otros que de improvisto&lt;br /&gt;Te invitan a su nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Sin importarles en absoluto&lt;br /&gt;Con ella tus previos compromisos&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes ésta amiga recién les nace&lt;br /&gt;Que poco a poco se les empieza a incorporar&lt;br /&gt;Y dicen de lado a lado darle la espalda&lt;br /&gt;Pero te la muestran en su rostro a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes no saben si la tienen&lt;br /&gt;Y la desprecian con constancia y por rutina&lt;br /&gt;Y hay quienes se les cuartean los labios&lt;br /&gt;Por besarla sin recelos a la boca&lt;br /&gt;Y hay otros que de audaces le regalan flores&lt;br /&gt;Recogidas de un valle melancólico&lt;br /&gt;Y hay quienes dicen que por ella&lt;br /&gt;Se sacan el sombrero&lt;br /&gt;Y con la otra mano apegada a su pecho&lt;br /&gt;Sostienen un puñado de tierra de hormiguero&lt;br /&gt;Hay otros que silban por lo bajo&lt;br /&gt;Muertos de rabia buscando a su dueño&lt;br /&gt;Y otros que de tan claros son contundentes&lt;br /&gt;Que dicen que por su culpa ya no tienen alma&lt;br /&gt;Que su alma deambula por ahí llena de penas&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes dicen que a su angustia&lt;br /&gt;Le a brotado un arco iris&lt;br /&gt;Materializándole el alma en azucarados copos de nieve&lt;br /&gt;Que corren en busca de la boca de un alma enamorada&lt;br /&gt;Y hay otros como yo&lt;br /&gt;Que no le encuentran nombre&lt;br /&gt;Con tantos apodos y sin ninguna gracia&lt;br /&gt;A ésta amiga íntima&lt;br /&gt;Tan común&lt;br /&gt;Y de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-3531349300335380868?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3531349300335380868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3531349300335380868' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3531349300335380868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3531349300335380868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/11/hay-quienes.html' title='Hay quienes...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-7345259722905986805</id><published>2009-11-21T20:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:54:04.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Espejismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Duele que el sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dichoso y malvado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sólo pasó por mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desperté justo después de tu partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con retorno a aquel lugar que nunca habías dejado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eras tan cierta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que mi sangre desgastaba mis venas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En mi almohada aún dormían tus lágrimas de rímel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y ya entonces rugían en el suelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los pétalos de rosas que te vieron llegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me asomé a la ventana que me separaba de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y el cielo estaba baldío&lt;br /&gt;Ya  habían partido sus barcos de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sereno y tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con sus nubes esfumadas parecía un desierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sin horizonte se mezclaba el cielo y el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te busqué en mis manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y lloraron tinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En ésta poesía...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-7345259722905986805?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/7345259722905986805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=7345259722905986805' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7345259722905986805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7345259722905986805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/11/espejismo.html' title='Espejismo'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8587715351048951492</id><published>2009-11-13T21:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:10:19.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En estos días grises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No sobrepasas mi memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se mezclan los recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uno a uno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y se asemejan unos a otros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se entrecruzan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y se miran de reojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con lujo de detalle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y nacida entonces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En las rompientes de la sangre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se disuelven poco a poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fascinados por tu rostro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-8587715351048951492?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8587715351048951492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8587715351048951492' title='17 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8587715351048951492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8587715351048951492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-884592430257271244</id><published>2009-11-08T20:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:55:52.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daga de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me has inundado la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;De sueños y perspectivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Aún me pierdo en tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Por un camino frondoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Con su palpitante ventana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;A los pies del alma me hallo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;De aquel valle solitario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Gritándole al eco por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;De un corazón desesperado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Por no llorar mi canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me ahogo y callo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-884592430257271244?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-257089415776265701</id><published>2009-10-15T18:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:28:14.075-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojos azules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuánto misterio encierran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De tanto azul se tornan noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y uno se queda pensando en ellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bajo los claros de la luna silenciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con esos ojos de cielo brillante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y esa sonrisa eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eres dueña de un lugar en mi memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y esos labios de lirios rojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que simplifican la vida en un instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y esas manos que hacen a un lado la piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acariciándote el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y tus besos de aire fresco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que te dan el coraje de vivir cuantas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y la delicadeza de tu espalda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que es la frontera del más allá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quién decide si vives o mueres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu mirada es el sueño más profundo y bello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que uno sueña despierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuando te recuestas atormentando con tus ojos al cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo me mezclo en un suspiro adorando el arco de tu espalda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-257089415776265701?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/257089415776265701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=257089415776265701' title='32 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/257089415776265701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/257089415776265701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/10/ojos-azules.html' title='Ojos azules'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3313106150798642238</id><published>2009-10-09T19:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:21:11.287-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si quisieras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te propongo una tregua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Convengamos que el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nos dé un punto de encuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Alejémonos-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan lejos se pueda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Retrocedamos los pasos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hasta perder la distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y en el preciso momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De dejarnos de lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miremos al frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Corramos ligero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Golpeemos fuerte los labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y que nos duelan los besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-3313106150798642238?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3313106150798642238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3313106150798642238' title='18 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3313106150798642238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3313106150798642238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-quisieras.html' title='Si quisieras...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5705186773033106426</id><published>2009-09-27T16:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:50:53.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¿ Quién soy ?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hace tanto que soy yo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que ni siquiera me conozco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yo no sé si me he visto en el brillo de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O si entonces ya era yo fuera de mí mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quizás no sea yo quien escriba éstas palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tal vez fueron las blancas fresias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bajo tu creciente mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;¿Cuándo me he convertido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;¿Seré yo fuera de sí mismo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aquí en mis adentros está todo tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O al menos así lo quiero creer por fuera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que no sé si fuí yo quien te amó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O fueron mis adentros fuera de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No sé si fuí yo quien caminaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por aquel sendero a la orilla del río&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O si fuí el que salió de mí mismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Siguiendo aquella hoja a otoño vencido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que daba su último viaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Marcando el apuro del río&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;¿Quién soy ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Me pregunto si habré llorado todo hasta secarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Formando grietas por donde he escapado de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O si soy ese que grita tu nombre al viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O el otro que calla constante mar adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Habré sido yo aquel murmullo que me hablaba al oído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O el que se sienta junto a mí sin estar a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No sé si soy quien cierra los ojos y duerme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O si soy quien sueña con tus ojos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La luz de los caminos iluminando todo el Alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quizás sea el otro siguiendo por antojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El rastro de mí mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No sé si soy aquel que nace con tu desnudez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O el que muere con tu vestido de despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tal vez sea una copia de mí mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No sé si ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O no ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quien debo ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O quien pretendo ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De todos modos ...no sé quien soy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5705186773033106426?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5705186773033106426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5705186773033106426' title='29 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5705186773033106426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5705186773033106426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/09/quien-soy.html' title='¿ Quién soy ?...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-7933972993132666600</id><published>2009-09-19T16:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:10:00.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si tú te quedas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abundan los que es de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Abundan en las calles/en la gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En las noches/en los sueños/en la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En la esperanza que es la otra punta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Correteando cuesta  arriba del olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Un olvido condenado que aún no ha nacido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuando yo ya te amo tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te amo tanto aunque no lo creas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aún conservo los besos más ricos que hayas probado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se me parte el corazón cuando nadie me habla de  ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con ansias de despertar en dos pechos distintos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y en un mismo abrazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eres linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Descolgando horizontes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En cuadernos sin márgenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guías al viento en su libertad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Linda infinita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pintando desiertos con ausencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Indudables recelos cobarde destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que miras por dentro viendo todo vacío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Capricho inmediato de memorias sin alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No me hagas llorar un mar derramado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De ilusiones perdidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Palabras de ahogo en noches termales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De confusos calvarios de insomnios soñados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuando la vida es sólo convulsiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De unos pocos exaltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boca abandonada sin consuelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De tus besos ya no queda nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me guardo en su sombra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amor tan pobre rotunda pobreza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tendrás problemas cuando despierte en tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cruel fantasía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sólo ven y luego vete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si te quedas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me iré con tu mirada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3554956722672231430-7933972993132666600?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/7933972993132666600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=7933972993132666600' title='25 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7933972993132666600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7933972993132666600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/09/si-tu-te-quedas.html' title='Si tú te quedas'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-1149766544646947206</id><published>2009-09-16T20:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:47:38.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo sobre ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Busco en tu rostro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La libertad de mis manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mientras me pierdo en tus letras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Encuadro recuerdos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuando la noche se acerca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deshojas tus penas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enlazando palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con hilos de sangre y sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esclavo incansable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De horizontes nuevos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La vida es tu guía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu furia y tu paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desvelas mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Consuelas mis ansias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recorres mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con tinta de mar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por   LUANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Como hacer para agradecerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tan hermoso poema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gracias, gracias, gracias...Luana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-1149766544646947206?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/1149766544646947206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=1149766544646947206' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1149766544646947206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1149766544646947206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/09/algo-sobre-ti.html' title='Algo sobre ti'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8463322851802357314</id><published>2009-09-01T22:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:32:06.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Subsuelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La vida es...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La vida es el sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas inútil que tenemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La vida es...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Un sinfín de razones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La vida... es ese lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que todos conocemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y nunca hemos ido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La vida es...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La luz de una vela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es aquella puerta entreabierta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que uno entra a descansar el alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para luego hacernos humo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y bostezarnos a bocanadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La vida es... palabras sueltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y definitivamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Habrá que soportarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La vida es...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sin mirar a lo lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sólo huellas menguantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-8463322851802357314?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8463322851802357314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8463322851802357314' title='30 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8463322851802357314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8463322851802357314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/09/subsuelo.html' title='Subsuelo'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2539366876713166901</id><published>2009-08-20T20:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T20:44:00.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan mía</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan mía en el silencio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quebrado en sonrisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan mía en el recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; De ayeres hoy presentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan mía en tu delirio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De ser mía en otro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan mía irreversible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Inmaculada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan solo mía a cada instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan mía yo te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y no entiendo cual capricho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De no buscarte como antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan mía yo te veo en mi rostro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y me encuentro tan distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan mía ya no vuelvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi espacio es reducido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan mía no pongas en dudas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi amarte eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan mía yo te abrazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En el calor de cada noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De seguro al mismo tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que tu ignoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El origen claramente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tan mía yo te encuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En el eco de la lluvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que nos sostiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A los dos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boca y lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En su canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-2539366876713166901?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2539366876713166901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2539366876713166901' title='24 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2539366876713166901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2539366876713166901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/08/tan-mia.html' title='Tan mía'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4128513353483522</id><published>2009-07-31T20:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:27:31.629-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para no dejarte ir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faltaron pasos seguramente a tu costado&lt;br /&gt;Te sobraron mis locuras adolescentes&lt;br /&gt;Quizás me faltaba mas tiempo en el árbol&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tu dulce jugueteaba con la escarcha&lt;br /&gt;Me faltaba el valor que buscaba en los cajones&lt;br /&gt;Te sobraba el coraje que apilabas en estantes&lt;br /&gt;Me  sobraban los impulsos  repentinos&lt;br /&gt;Para desbordar el corazón por la boca&lt;br /&gt;Y tocar tus labios de suave terciopelo&lt;br /&gt;Y me faltaron tantas cosas por decirte&lt;br /&gt;Me sobraba un remanso de alegría palpitante&lt;br /&gt;Que en plegaria te pedí que tu mordieras&lt;br /&gt;Y tú mirabas entre el follaje asombrada&lt;br /&gt;Mientras derramabas por descuido tu calma reducida&lt;br /&gt;Te faltaban nomeolvides bañados en rocío&lt;br /&gt;Y me sobraban ganas verdaderas de encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;Te sobraban urgencias afiladas&lt;br /&gt;Y me faltaba corazón donde durmieran más heridas&lt;br /&gt;Me sobraban las yemas de los dedos&lt;br /&gt;Al tocar el cielo en cada bienvenida&lt;br /&gt;Me faltaba seguridad cuando tú tan segura estabas&lt;br /&gt;Que remontaste vuelo tras esplendorosas nubes&lt;br /&gt;Cuando a mí me sobraban bajo el cielo de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que acunaban a la luna a pleno día&lt;br /&gt;Me sobraban letras para decir amor&lt;br /&gt;Y tus letras poco a poco se volcaban&lt;br /&gt;Te faltaron sonrisas abrazadas entre besos&lt;br /&gt;Me sobraban ojos empañados&lt;br /&gt;Que no entendían de distancia y despedidas&lt;br /&gt;Me sobraba tibieza en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;Y me faltaron brazos prolongados a un cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Para abrigarte en el más sublime de los abrazos&lt;br /&gt;Me sobraba tan poquito y me faltaban tantas cosas&lt;br /&gt;Me faltaron tantas cosas similares&lt;br /&gt;A aquellas que a ti te habían sobrado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-4128513353483522?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4128513353483522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4128513353483522' title='26 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4128513353483522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4128513353483522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-no-dejarte-ir.html' title='Para no dejarte ir...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3930775032492452690</id><published>2009-07-23T19:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:27:54.897-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciando silencios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Te fuiste un día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Incompleta y desnuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Maldiciendo la esencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De erróneos caminos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dejaste tus lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tan solas y mías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tu mar en mis labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y mi pecho baldío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La sangre de mármol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y el alma perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3554956722672231430-3930775032492452690?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3930775032492452690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3930775032492452690' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3930775032492452690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3930775032492452690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/07/carencia_23.html' title='Carencia'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2132757627437124631</id><published>2009-07-18T14:20:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:25:28.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornasolada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enigmas deambulantes de besos fantasmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que cobijan cual razón sin pretexto alguno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vaya uno a saber porque tanta exigencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;En breves visitas ya dueños de las noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;De recuerdos mudados y labios secos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Color azul intacto de tanto blanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;En sábanas haber besado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Será hasta entonces cuando caduquen mis penas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Te necesitaré sin retorno imperfecta y tornasolada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mientras tanto por al río de la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sin demora alguna veo correr mis días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fondo verde apagado te veo y me conformo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Con esta constante ironía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;En lo profundo y difusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Supuras por mis poros estremeciéndome la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alcánzame tu cintura que hoy dormirá en mis brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Indefenso contemplo tu cuerpo mezclándose al mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Entrelazados, engañados como si nada pasara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Como perdidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-2132757627437124631?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2132757627437124631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2132757627437124631' title='18 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2132757627437124631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2132757627437124631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/07/tornasolada.html' title='Tornasolada'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-1047756487509554070</id><published>2009-07-06T22:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:11:28.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertiente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Llueve nostalgia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moja la ausencia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me invade lo gris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amargando mi sangre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Penetrante en venas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tristes asfaltos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mudos misterios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que callan sonrisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tras sombras de velas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y hago memoria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y tú me recuerdas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-1047756487509554070?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/1047756487509554070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=1047756487509554070' title='21 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1047756487509554070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1047756487509554070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/07/vertiente_06.html' title='Vertiente'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-6538378625874094973</id><published>2009-06-28T20:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:58:46.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Una vez más...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que me pregunto ¿por qué al verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se esconden mis sonetos/mis versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y mis rimas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dejándome tan huérfano de palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Al margen de la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y enmudeciendo&lt;br /&gt;En la penumbra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-6538378625874094973?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/6538378625874094973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=6538378625874094973' title='23 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6538378625874094973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6538378625874094973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/06/una-vez-mas.html' title='Una vez más...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-873096517824746565</id><published>2009-06-16T20:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:07:11.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salando huellas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos tienen memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De amores inconclusos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entre otras cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que no se desprenden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ni con el paso del tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se mezclan en el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yendo y viniendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabiendo de todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nos miran de reojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Antes de arrastrar la mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuando siguen su viaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y uno se queda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Llorando por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y desangrándose en lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-873096517824746565?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/873096517824746565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=873096517824746565' title='24 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/873096517824746565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/873096517824746565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/06/salando-huellas.html' title='Salando huellas'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-7765760962454268922</id><published>2009-06-03T19:40:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:07:49.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Digamos que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nos estamos viendo tan seguido&lt;br /&gt;Y aún no noto la diferencia&lt;br /&gt;De quién puede más...&lt;br /&gt;Si el destino con sus sinsabores&lt;br /&gt;Y sus inciertos ademanes&lt;br /&gt;O el imposible con sus prohibidos&lt;br /&gt;Y sus negativas respuestas elegantes&lt;br /&gt;Tú miras el cielo y sabes que no te he olvidado&lt;br /&gt;Yo miro el cielo... y no te he olvidado&lt;br /&gt;Todo en el mismo instante&lt;br /&gt;Que tú miras el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me estas recordando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-7765760962454268922?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/7765760962454268922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=7765760962454268922' title='21 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7765760962454268922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7765760962454268922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/06/digamos-que.html' title='Digamos que...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-623212828144231854</id><published>2009-05-30T13:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:02:14.348-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amor labios rojos&lt;br /&gt;Un amor apasionado&lt;br /&gt;Un amor de cielo&lt;br /&gt;Con contornos delineados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amor doloroso&lt;br /&gt;Un amor desgarrado&lt;br /&gt;Un amor a carne viva&lt;br /&gt;Y de blancas manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amor de incógnito&lt;br /&gt;Un amor a gritos&lt;br /&gt;Un amor a cuenta gotas&lt;br /&gt;Un amor que no envejezca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amor cuestión de tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Un amor para siempre&lt;br /&gt;Un amor milenario&lt;br /&gt;Un eterno amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amor sereno y puro&lt;br /&gt;Un amor alocado&lt;br /&gt;Un amor que no tenga nombre&lt;br /&gt;Más que verdadero amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amor vidrios rotos&lt;br /&gt;Un amor transparente&lt;br /&gt;Un amor paradisíaco&lt;br /&gt; A pies descalzos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un amor enfermizo&lt;br /&gt;Un amor afiebrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Un amor  de punto y coma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Un amor  diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Un amor de los dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Un amor que separe términos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Un amor que limite mares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A vos amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que cuando no me pienses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me hallaré estático en el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sin lagunas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Y auténtico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-623212828144231854?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/623212828144231854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=623212828144231854' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/623212828144231854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/623212828144231854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-amor.html' title='Un amor...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8347379124437308661</id><published>2009-05-25T18:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:14:30.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pupilas adentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Te miro y no lo creo&lt;br /&gt;Añoro lo que hubiera sido&lt;br /&gt;Aunque se apague mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Amaneciendo en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevándome todo&lt;br /&gt;A cambio de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y renaciendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;En tu espalda desnuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A la sombra del aura&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te falte un ángel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-8347379124437308661?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8347379124437308661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8347379124437308661' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8347379124437308661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8347379124437308661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/05/pupilas-adentro.html' title='Pupilas adentro'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-7964141034199440421</id><published>2009-05-22T09:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:06:42.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A cielo raso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Derecho de autor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Conserva el destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De cosas comunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que no tienen memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De ayeres futuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que mueren de a poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Disolviendo rencores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Con pupilas desiertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Que escapan por dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y no lastiman nostalgias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ni bajo la luz de la luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-7964141034199440421?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/7964141034199440421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=7964141034199440421' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7964141034199440421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7964141034199440421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/05/cielo-raso_22.html' title='A cielo raso'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-7307537418055100325</id><published>2009-05-19T16:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:22:28.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolerá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero ser crudo en esto&lt;br /&gt;Pero cada cual&lt;br /&gt;Es dueño absoluto e irremplazable&lt;br /&gt;De su dolor&lt;br /&gt;En tiempo y forma&lt;br /&gt;No hubo ni habrá jamás&lt;br /&gt;Hombros donde apoyarse&lt;br /&gt;Ni consejos que valgan la pena.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-7307537418055100325?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/7307537418055100325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=7307537418055100325' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7307537418055100325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7307537418055100325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/05/dolera.html' title='Dolerá...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-6196275927873948202</id><published>2009-05-15T21:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:05:49.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Florescencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor de azúcar&lt;br /&gt;niña dulce,&lt;br /&gt;niña bella.&lt;br /&gt;Primer amor&lt;br /&gt;amor primero&lt;br /&gt;si así se llama...&lt;br /&gt;que mala suerte&lt;br /&gt;si es el verdadero,&lt;br /&gt;ya que uno adopta&lt;br /&gt;en su búsqueda&lt;br /&gt;la forma&lt;br /&gt;en el recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Flor de azúcar,&lt;br /&gt;niña bella&lt;br /&gt;no me pidas&lt;br /&gt;que te olvide&lt;br /&gt;con urgencia,&lt;br /&gt;por más que quiera&lt;br /&gt;no se puede de repente.&lt;br /&gt;Niña bella,&lt;br /&gt;yo te pido por favor&lt;br /&gt;sólo una cosa:&lt;br /&gt;que te dejes&lt;br /&gt;y te quedes&lt;br /&gt;sonriente,&lt;br /&gt;un día más...&lt;br /&gt;en mi memoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-6196275927873948202?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/6196275927873948202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=6196275927873948202' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6196275927873948202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6196275927873948202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/05/florescencia.html' title='Florescencia'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2145378654804617360</id><published>2009-05-11T16:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:15:05.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incandescente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El decir de los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Aún no tiene respuestas&lt;br /&gt;Derrapan por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Perpetuando algún alma&lt;br /&gt;Tensor absoluto&lt;br /&gt;Que marca sus pasos&lt;br /&gt;Y no mide distancias&lt;br /&gt;En balcones de lujo&lt;br /&gt;Oxigenan sus huellas&lt;br /&gt;Y uno se acerca&lt;br /&gt;Sin temor a la muerte&lt;br /&gt;Con tal de alcanzarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-2145378654804617360?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2145378654804617360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2145378654804617360' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2145378654804617360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2145378654804617360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/05/incandescentes.html' title='Incandescente'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4924728848999162155</id><published>2009-05-05T22:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:41:12.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorias y labios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Labios de fuego&lt;br /&gt;Mezquinas lo cálido&lt;br /&gt;Bajo un cielo dudoso&lt;br /&gt;Que llueve por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Tempestades de llantos&lt;br /&gt;Negando tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;A  labios baldíos&lt;br /&gt;Huérfanos mendigos&lt;br /&gt;De tu color/de tu tacto&lt;br /&gt;Labios de carne/de pétalos&lt;br /&gt;Porque tan urgentes&lt;br /&gt;Porque solitarios&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no me recuerdes&lt;br /&gt;Ni me eches de menos&lt;br /&gt;Y no encuentres el sueño&lt;br /&gt;Cambiando de lado&lt;br /&gt;Y te venza el cansancio&lt;br /&gt;Y te pierdas sin ganas&lt;br /&gt;Volveré de repente&lt;br /&gt;Sin haberme marchado&lt;br /&gt;Cosechando tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Probando lo dulce/lo cauto&lt;br /&gt;Añadido al misterio&lt;br /&gt;Del sabor de tus labios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-4924728848999162155?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4924728848999162155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4924728848999162155' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4924728848999162155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4924728848999162155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorias-y-labios.html' title='Memorias y labios'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2838076410818420927</id><published>2009-04-28T20:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:28:02.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rozando ganas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Existe la esencia&lt;br /&gt;Que tiene memoria&lt;br /&gt;De tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;Morando en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;Y acercando ausencia&lt;br /&gt;En el preciso momento&lt;br /&gt;Que en silencio prometo&lt;br /&gt;Endulzar de poesía&lt;br /&gt;El amor…&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/3554956722672231430-2838076410818420927?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2838076410818420927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2838076410818420927' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2838076410818420927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2838076410818420927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/04/rozando-ganas.html' title='Rozando ganas'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-4565015782841896872</id><published>2009-04-02T14:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:58:59.025-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si así fuera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leyenda taquillera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Del boca en boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando el instinto pese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y la nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se agazape embriagadora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y me invada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y me llene de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te mecerás en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando duerma en tus faldas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando perciba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El quiebre de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rompiendo cadenas otoñales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;levite&lt;/span&gt; mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonrojando vergonzosas mis venas&lt;br /&gt;Tras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frágiles&lt;/span&gt; cristales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Es muy probable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que en una fuga de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me enrede contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-4565015782841896872?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/4565015782841896872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=4565015782841896872' title='19 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4565015782841896872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/4565015782841896872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-asi-fuera.html' title='Si así fuera...'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-557597702062384440</id><published>2009-03-22T23:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:51:46.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se siente en la piel&lt;br /&gt;Una brisa de arena&lt;br /&gt;Cuando desnudas el alma&lt;br /&gt;Y la entregas sin margen&lt;br /&gt;Recostada  suavemente&lt;br /&gt;En nubes de papel&lt;br /&gt;Desangrando nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Y desgarrando el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Mar  adentro&lt;br /&gt;Y en cada rincón&lt;br /&gt;Haces que renazca&lt;br /&gt;En cada poesía&lt;br /&gt;Amiga del alma&lt;br /&gt;Lágrima azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-557597702062384440?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/557597702062384440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=557597702062384440' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/557597702062384440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/557597702062384440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/03/lagrima-azul.html' title='Lágrima azul'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-5771451688724454335</id><published>2009-03-08T23:59:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:42:01.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplemente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quizás la ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Sólo sea víctima por si misma&lt;br /&gt;Al sentirse rápidamente derrotada&lt;br /&gt;En el preciso instante&lt;br /&gt;De darnos cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Que al sentir ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Sólo estamos sintiendo presencia&lt;br /&gt;Aún mucho más que antes.&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-5771451688724454335?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/5771451688724454335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=5771451688724454335' title='18 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5771451688724454335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/5771451688724454335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplemente.html' title='Simplemente'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-6932977735098963139</id><published>2009-03-01T20:09:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:02:43.567-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inmóvil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Con un último adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He salido a buscar olvido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La ausencia cauteriza distancias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y ya no tiene un lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-6932977735098963139?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/6932977735098963139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=6932977735098963139' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6932977735098963139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/6932977735098963139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/03/inmovil.html' title='Inmóvil'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3993621131567675065</id><published>2009-02-18T14:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:03:54.987-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de primera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nos encontramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Conociéndonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Desde siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sobrándonos lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;En el lado izquierdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nos miramos de reojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Como si nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nos hubiéramos visto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Te pedí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me llevaras contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sin querer que me llamaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;_________________&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-3993621131567675065?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3993621131567675065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3993621131567675065' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3993621131567675065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3993621131567675065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-de-primera.html' title='Amor de primera'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3195033315924546385</id><published>2009-02-12T10:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:04:44.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Llora la rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Llora la rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La de aquel día pimpollo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La número quince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La más escurridiza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O tal vez olvidada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Llora la rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Entre un suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tantos llantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La más duradera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoy reina del prado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Llora la rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Con dolor de espinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas allá del tallo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si hubiera sabido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Habría gritado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Llora la rosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Llamando a aquel ramo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El que perfumará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; En el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Llora la rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Durmiendo sus pétalos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Escurre sus lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y llega la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Y se embriaga de olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Envolviéndose en llanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-3195033315924546385?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3195033315924546385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3195033315924546385' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3195033315924546385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3195033315924546385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/02/llora-la-rosa.html' title='Llora la rosa'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-2910498219705155095</id><published>2009-01-28T22:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:32:26.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'>La transparencia del Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se muere de miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sin rincones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Y llorando a solas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Porque de tan transparente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se tiñe de blanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Desbordando lo puro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se diluye en el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Y poco a poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se queda sin ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-2910498219705155095?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/2910498219705155095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=2910498219705155095' title='15 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2910498219705155095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/2910498219705155095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/01/alma.html' title='La transparencia del Alma'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8537068729389422072</id><published>2009-01-18T22:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:45:58.300-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy por hoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maduro al son de los días&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sin demora alguna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y no te hallo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alma de niña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inevitablemente te busco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Casi inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por cada rincón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En el horizonte&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En la lejanía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amigándome a esta breve espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por cierto siempre soñando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hasta que llegue aquel día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donde acariciare tu rostro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mirándote a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-8537068729389422072?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8537068729389422072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8537068729389422072' title='21 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8537068729389422072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8537068729389422072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoy-por-hoy.html' title='Hoy por hoy'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8882933006091177318</id><published>2008-12-26T20:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:03:45.443-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Piel canela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con la piel caliente&lt;br /&gt;Espasmos continuos&lt;br /&gt;Golpean mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De olas fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;De besos en lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Con sales nostálgicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De aquello  que fue&lt;br /&gt;Arenas sedientas&lt;br /&gt;En tiempos añejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con brillo en los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Hoy bebo recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Tan puros/tan frescos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan llenos  de vos&lt;br /&gt;Tan  solo tuyos&lt;br /&gt;Y tan nuestros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3554956722672231430-8882933006091177318?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8882933006091177318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8882933006091177318' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8882933006091177318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8882933006091177318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2008/12/piel-canela.html' title='Piel canela'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-7025499320904706577</id><published>2008-12-10T23:08:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:48:06.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo quiero agradecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;A ya casi un año de 'Confesiones cautivas' en el blog, lo cual para mi ha sido un sueño hecho realidad, quiero agradecerle a la persona que lo hizo posible, a esa persona que es bonita por dentro y por fuera tanto como dulce, la cual descubrió algunos escritos que dormían en un cajón y me incentivó a publicarlos, diciendo: "Te voy a hacer un blog" sin saber yo de que se trataba, mil gracias Nadia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Como alguna vez una persona me ha dicho... "Gracias por darle sentido a mi vida, sin vos nada sería igual.." a la misma le digo hoy que... de nada sirve despertar sin ti.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Luana, necesitaría más de una vida para poder agradecerte todo lo que me has dado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Del mismo modo les doy las gracias a todos y a cada uno de ustedes, por darle sentido a mi espacio y ser huéspedes de este viejo muelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Les iré dejando algunos de mis primeros escritos, que muchos de ustedes no los han leído por ser hoy los últimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;No me he olvidado de ti, ¿Dónde estas M.L.? solo quería saludarte a ti también.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Les deseo un felíz año nuevo, les envío un abrazo, rosas blancas y un no me olvides..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hasta pronto, Dani..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(41, 48, 59);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3554956722672231430-7025499320904706577?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/7025499320904706577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=7025499320904706577' title='23 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7025499320904706577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/7025499320904706577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2008/12/solo-quiero-agradecer.html' title='Solo quiero agradecer'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-3333827420380748607</id><published>2008-12-04T20:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:25:32.380-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Me quedé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me quedé en tus palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conjugando los verbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De un amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con acento prosódico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muero entre tus labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reflejando tus besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya no duermo en las noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aunque te quiero en mis sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amor desde lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Llegaste tan puro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que pasan los días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y te pienso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Y te pienso...&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/3554956722672231430-3333827420380748607?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/3333827420380748607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=3333827420380748607' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3333827420380748607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/3333827420380748607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-qued.html' title='Me quedé'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-553214148457449474</id><published>2008-12-01T19:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:15:58.517-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quería decirte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aunque enmudeciste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En un instante mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Palabras del alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amor sin fronteras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ojalá tuviera más vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para jugar este juego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;De vos y ....el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Así en nubes de algodón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Con recuerdos de espuma de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te adoraría &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Más allá de la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aún con la sangre tibia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mi reina.&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/3554956722672231430-553214148457449474?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/553214148457449474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=553214148457449474' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/553214148457449474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/553214148457449474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2008/12/quera-decirte.html' title='Quería decirte'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-1608447355271587370</id><published>2008-11-08T14:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:15:26.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobrevíveme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevíveme...Amor&lt;br /&gt;Sin temor y sin dudas&lt;br /&gt;Con abundantes espinas&lt;br /&gt;Para no tener pretextos&lt;br /&gt; Y te amaré&lt;br /&gt;Mas allá de la vida&lt;br /&gt;De un cielo infinito&lt;br /&gt;En la mas blanca nube&lt;br /&gt;Te estaré esperando&lt;br /&gt;Para tomarte la mano&lt;br /&gt; Reconocerás mis besos&lt;br /&gt;Y en ella...&lt;br /&gt;Nos seguiremos..Amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-1608447355271587370?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/1608447355271587370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=1608447355271587370' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1608447355271587370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/1608447355271587370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2008/11/sobrevveme.html' title='Sobrevíveme'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3554956722672231430.post-8405519790483968069</id><published>2008-10-11T17:52:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:41:57.381-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entreveradas palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy se me entreveran las palabras&lt;br /&gt;Porque pude decir tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;En mis ojos sin lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Entreveradas palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me zambullo en los poros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Sin salpicar la sangre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;De nostalgia pasada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hoy pude decir tu nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tomar el corazón en las manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ver como sanan sus heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y volver a guardarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hoy se entreveraron palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Porque pude decir tu nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Y con eso...me basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3554956722672231430-8405519790483968069?l=poemasmenores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/feeds/8405519790483968069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3554956722672231430&amp;postID=8405519790483968069' title='20 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8405519790483968069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3554956722672231430/posts/default/8405519790483968069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemasmenores.blogspot.com/2008/10/entreveradas-palabras.html' title='Entreveradas palabras'/><author><name>Daniel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11973130771783585640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Bhv27B6oUrY/R6oP-VOgZwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8-sDUeKiOM/S220/sepia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry></feed>
