<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971943486215163506</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:50:17.874-07:00</updated><category term='Talvez...'/><title type='text'>senseless words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>senselesswords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594836484426752983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SkzL4NsJccI/AAAAAAAAADs/6KfLDFbtydk/S220/two.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971943486215163506.post-6459820231990467881</id><published>2008-10-12T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:49:23.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si yo, tú.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SPJ-1bndcRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ndIccm1qXv0/s1600-h/Gothic_8_by_andrewcruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256403171506221330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SPJ-1bndcRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ndIccm1qXv0/s320/Gothic_8_by_andrewcruz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si yo, tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si caes, yo contigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y nos levantaremos juntos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en esto unidos.&lt;br /&gt;Si me pierdo, encuéntrame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si te pierdes, yo contigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y juntos leeremos en las estrellas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuál es nuestro camino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y si no existe, lo inventaremos.&lt;br /&gt;Si la distancia es el olvido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haré puentes con tus abrazos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues lo que tú y yo hemos vividono &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;son cadenas...ni siquiera lazos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es el sueño de cualquier amigo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es pintar un te quiero a trazos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y secarlo en nuestro regazo.&lt;br /&gt;Si yo, tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si dudo, me empujas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si dudas, te entiendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si callo, escucha mi mirada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si callas, leeré tus gestos.&lt;br /&gt;Si me necesitas, silba &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y construiré una escalera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hecha de tus últimos besos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para robar a la luna una estrella &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y ponerla en tu mesilla para que te dé luz.&lt;br /&gt;Si yo, tú.Si tú, yo también.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si lloro, ríeme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si ríes, lloraré,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues somos el equilibrio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos mitades que forman un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Si yo, tú.Si tú, conmigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y si te arrodillas haré que el mundo sea más bajo,a tu medida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues a veces para seguir creciendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hay que agacharse.&lt;br /&gt;Si me dejas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mantendré viva la llama hasta que regreses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y sin preguntas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seguiremos caminando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y sin condiciones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;te seguiré perdonando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si te duermes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seguiremos soñando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que el tiempo no ha pasado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que el reloj se ha parado.&lt;br /&gt;Y si alguna vez la risa se te vuelve dura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se te secan las lágrimas y la ternura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estaré a tu lado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues siempre te he querido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues siempre te he cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;Pero jamás te cures de quererme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues el amor es como Don Quijote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sólo recobra la cordura para morir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiéreme en mi locura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues mi camisa de fuerza eres tú,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y eso me calma,y eso me cura...&lt;br /&gt;Si yo, tú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si tú, yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sin ti, nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sin mí, si quieres, prueba... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971943486215163506-6459820231990467881?l=breathingemotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6459820231990467881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971943486215163506&amp;postID=6459820231990467881' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/6459820231990467881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/6459820231990467881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/2008/10/si-yo-t.html' title='Si yo, tú.'/><author><name>senselesswords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594836484426752983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SkzL4NsJccI/AAAAAAAAADs/6KfLDFbtydk/S220/two.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SPJ-1bndcRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ndIccm1qXv0/s72-c/Gothic_8_by_andrewcruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971943486215163506.post-1160559523765767557</id><published>2008-09-12T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:17:05.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Querido [!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMw7lT4TQKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vj2U7B48GEc/s1600-h/Bring_Out_The_Big_Guns_by_TrixyPixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMw7lT4TQKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vj2U7B48GEc/s320/Bring_Out_The_Big_Guns_by_TrixyPixie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245633178157400226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Voy camienado rapido&lt;br /&gt;Mas rapido&lt;br /&gt;Y te veo atras&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mas lejos&lt;br /&gt;Y es lo que quiero&lt;br /&gt;Alejarme de ti [...]&lt;br /&gt;Comienzo a correr&lt;br /&gt;No es por lastimarte&lt;br /&gt;No es por ser mala&lt;br /&gt;Pero ya me aburri de ti&lt;br /&gt;De tus besos&lt;br /&gt;De tus orgamos&lt;br /&gt;Y no puedo fingir contigo&lt;br /&gt;tu sabias que me carga la rutina&lt;br /&gt;Y lo seguias haciendo a diario&lt;br /&gt;Ahora ve las concecuencias&lt;br /&gt;siente la concecuancias&lt;br /&gt;Y veme partir lejos&lt;br /&gt;Y me desvite haber dicho todo antes&lt;br /&gt;Ya que no me volveras a ver, desaparecere de tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Como lo hice con otros&lt;br /&gt;Y luego otro vendra&lt;br /&gt;Y lo dejare&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento asi soy&lt;br /&gt;Asi me amas&lt;br /&gt;por algo etoy aqui&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; no cambiare por nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Querido&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/971943486215163506-1160559523765767557?l=breathingemotions.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SkzL4NsJccI/AAAAAAAAADs/6KfLDFbtydk/S220/two.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMw7lT4TQKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vj2U7B48GEc/s72-c/Bring_Out_The_Big_Guns_by_TrixyPixie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971943486215163506.post-9191120930297019105</id><published>2008-09-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:18:52.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luego [...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMtNMEFZ0cI/AAAAAAAAACk/P7RX-aW8AsE/s1600-h/Into_Yesterday_by_xxchange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMtNMEFZ0cI/AAAAAAAAACk/P7RX-aW8AsE/s320/Into_Yesterday_by_xxchange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245371060653248962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; cuando tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt; caiga al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus ojos ya no tengan color&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tu pelo se aya &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caído&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus manos ya no puedan tomar nada, ya has tomado mucha cosas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus labios &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;estén&lt;/span&gt; secos de tanto besar[...]&lt;br /&gt; Porque ahora le damos un fin a nuestra magia o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tal vez&lt;/span&gt; un punto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suspencivo[&lt;/span&gt;...] pero sabemos que para ese momento, el momento de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decadencia&lt;/span&gt; estaremos juntos, &amp;amp; nos veremos acabados, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tal vez&lt;/span&gt; no tanto como lo estamos ahora, pero lo estaremos&lt;br /&gt; Tu me hiciste brillar, le diste ese brillo a una estrella que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nació&lt;/span&gt; sin el[...] Tu sabes lo que es una estrella sin su brillo[?]  Es una mariposa sin sus colores , es la primavera sin amor, es el invierno sin un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt; juntos, un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt; de pareja [...] soy yo sin ti [...] Nada mas[...]&lt;br /&gt;Pero realmente acepto esta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;separación&lt;/span&gt;, porque el daño que nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hacíamos&lt;/span&gt; era grande, era gigante [!] Y realmente, sinceramente, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;podía&lt;/span&gt; mas, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;podía&lt;/span&gt; romper mas corazones de papel[...] Y papel que realmente era falso , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt; [!] como tu[...]  En un inicio tu sabes  lo perfecto que eramos[...] Lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;inocente&lt;/span&gt;, lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mágico&lt;/span&gt;, lo morboso  que eramos, pero luego la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;distancia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;comenzo&lt;/span&gt; a dar señale de vida, y la verdad siempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;estubo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt;, pero era tan enorme nuestra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;perfección&lt;/span&gt; que no la vimos &amp;amp; ella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;crecía&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;, mientras que nuestra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;imanación&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;fluía&lt;/span&gt; sola, con un sueño que juntos creamos , que juntos hicimos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero vez ahora [?] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Tomamos&lt;/span&gt; caminos que nunca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;exi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tieron&lt;/span&gt;, y nuestros sentimientos se quedaron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt; al igual que nuestra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;perfección&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; nuestro brillo[...]&lt;br /&gt;Y te imagino partir, te imagino lejos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tal vez&lt;/span&gt; con una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;tal vez&lt;/span&gt; aliviado de ya no tener que llamar mas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Que se yo &lt;/span&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/971943486215163506-9191120930297019105?l=breathingemotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9191120930297019105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971943486215163506&amp;postID=9191120930297019105' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/9191120930297019105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/9191120930297019105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/luego.html' title='Luego [...]'/><author><name>senselesswords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594836484426752983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SkzL4NsJccI/AAAAAAAAADs/6KfLDFbtydk/S220/two.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMtNMEFZ0cI/AAAAAAAAACk/P7RX-aW8AsE/s72-c/Into_Yesterday_by_xxchange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971943486215163506.post-5026653917186460944</id><published>2008-09-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:39:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamientos de clau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMcXHHWFsaI/AAAAAAAAACU/xg4xqUn-Edc/s1600-h/back_in_blaq_by_TrixyPixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMcXHHWFsaI/AAAAAAAAACU/xg4xqUn-Edc/s320/back_in_blaq_by_TrixyPixie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244185702094451106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Un amigo me dijo lo pura que puede llegar a ser una lagrima&lt;br /&gt;Lo simple  y compleja&lt;br /&gt;Lo salada y refrescante&lt;br /&gt;Lo calida y desgarradora&lt;br /&gt;si es algo tan hermoso&lt;br /&gt;Tan sutil y devastadora&lt;br /&gt;Por que guardarlas&lt;br /&gt;Por que castigar a quien no ayuda a luchar [?]&lt;br /&gt;solo basta comprender su proposito&lt;br /&gt;y dejarla ir ...&lt;br /&gt;A su mundo eterno&lt;br /&gt;A su mundo irreal subreal&lt;br /&gt;Cerrar los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y sentir como muere&lt;br /&gt;A poco camino de su cuna&lt;br /&gt;sentir su cuerpo frio&lt;br /&gt;Recorrer  tu rostro calido&lt;br /&gt;Duele  pero, la libertad siempre tiene su precio&lt;br /&gt;Luego del dolor...  [¿]La felicidad[?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971943486215163506-5026653917186460944?l=breathingemotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5026653917186460944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971943486215163506&amp;postID=5026653917186460944' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/5026653917186460944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/5026653917186460944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/pensamientos-de-clau.html' title='Pensamientos de clau'/><author><name>senselesswords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594836484426752983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SkzL4NsJccI/AAAAAAAAADs/6KfLDFbtydk/S220/two.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMcXHHWFsaI/AAAAAAAAACU/xg4xqUn-Edc/s72-c/back_in_blaq_by_TrixyPixie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971943486215163506.post-6000154330582792596</id><published>2008-09-06T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:01:17.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estupida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMMnqm3xYGI/AAAAAAAAACM/gpRS0YpR2TQ/s1600-h/Miss_Invisible_by_muchlikefalling.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMMnqm3xYGI/AAAAAAAAACM/gpRS0YpR2TQ/s320/Miss_Invisible_by_muchlikefalling.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243078004131848290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Se fuerte , date cuenta de que esto hace un tiempo ya no es lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;Que la distancia nos ganara poco a poco &amp;amp; el cariño se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desvanesera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo corre, al igual que tu de mi, con esos mil insultos que me escupiste en la cara&lt;br /&gt;haces que ya no estemos&lt;br /&gt;que el sonido de tu voz se corte&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teléfono&lt;/span&gt; vuelva a estar disponible&lt;br /&gt;No lo entiendo... Por que eres &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;Por que no podemos estar bien solo una vez , para poder pensar que vale la pena todo esto?&lt;br /&gt;Que vale la pena todo el tiempo que desgastamos para poder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estar&lt;/span&gt; juntos en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; momento&lt;br /&gt;para poder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;algún&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; mirarnos a los ojos &amp;amp; decirnos "TE QUIERO"&lt;br /&gt;Pero  siempre hay algo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; , algo que nos separa , algo que interfiere entre nosotros &amp;amp; me haces siempre sentir culpable de todo , una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;estúpida&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971943486215163506-6000154330582792596?l=breathingemotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6000154330582792596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971943486215163506&amp;postID=6000154330582792596' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/6000154330582792596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/6000154330582792596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/estupida.html' title='Estupida'/><author><name>senselesswords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594836484426752983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SkzL4NsJccI/AAAAAAAAADs/6KfLDFbtydk/S220/two.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SMMnqm3xYGI/AAAAAAAAACM/gpRS0YpR2TQ/s72-c/Miss_Invisible_by_muchlikefalling.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971943486215163506.post-5138784193559043865</id><published>2008-09-03T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:42:27.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talvez...'/><title type='text'>No te escondas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SL8gXp1STHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Zvc3IL8W8EM/s1600-h/if_i_never_see_your_face_again_by_tashaaxp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SL8gXp1STHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Zvc3IL8W8EM/s320/if_i_never_see_your_face_again_by_tashaaxp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241944082020977778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que bueno que estas aqui, cuidandome, abrazandome, besandome, entregandome tu amor &amp;amp; tu sonrisa ... Que bueno que te veo junto a mi, sentado ahi tomados de la mano , como si nada ni nadie nos viera , como si no ubiera tiempo ni espacio , como si no supieramos lo que viene.&lt;br /&gt;Creo saber que es lo que piensas&lt;br /&gt;Creo saber que sabes lo que pienso&lt;br /&gt;Lo digo por que no hemos golpeado ninguna palabra , solo miradas que comunican &amp;amp; dan señales de nuestro amor &amp;amp; de nuestras verdaderas intenciones ...&lt;br /&gt;Tomame &amp;amp; sienteme , es lo unico que quiero , que me sientas &amp;amp; ese calor dentro que salga &amp;amp; que fluya a nuestro alrededor.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabes ? Ya es tarde  &amp;amp; el sol se dormira &amp;amp; tu sabes lo lejos que quedamos... La distacia nos separa lentamente, pero las palabras siguen dentro, como si una fuerza las guardara &amp;amp; con la mirada mostramos nuestro dolor, nuestro sufrimiento &amp;amp; nuestra angustia...&lt;br /&gt;Un adios nos queda, talvez un hasta pronto ... Talvez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971943486215163506-5138784193559043865?l=breathingemotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5138784193559043865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971943486215163506&amp;postID=5138784193559043865' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/5138784193559043865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/5138784193559043865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-te-escondas.html' title='No te escondas'/><author><name>senselesswords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594836484426752983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SkzL4NsJccI/AAAAAAAAADs/6KfLDFbtydk/S220/two.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SL8gXp1STHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Zvc3IL8W8EM/s72-c/if_i_never_see_your_face_again_by_tashaaxp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971943486215163506.post-8480997263327552911</id><published>2008-08-31T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:04:48.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SLpChLR3UzI/AAAAAAAAABg/dv5eTbMeYns/s1600-h/1215322413210_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SLpChLR3UzI/AAAAAAAAABg/dv5eTbMeYns/s320/1215322413210_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240574254129828658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Y donde quedaron los momentos juntos? Se fueron al igual que nuestra infancia. Como me gustaría que todo volviera a ser como antes, ya no recuerdo un día sin el dolor, sin las preocupaciones, sin esa angustia, quiero que me abraces fuerte y que me prometas que todo estará bien, que todo estará bien . . .&lt;br /&gt;Que este miedo que se que compartimos se ira, que el amor será la prioridad y los pensamientos desagradables morirán&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber que estas conmigo en esto, que estamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;que no me dejaras sola como lo hiciste una vez , que cuando tenga una pesadilla tu estarás ahí para despertarme y decirme que solo fue un mal sueño , dime que tu estarás ahí cuando me caiga , cuando llore , cuando ría , cuando sufra , cuando sangre . . .&lt;br /&gt;Sientes esto, yo se que si, es una emoción, una emoción que solo existe para ti , si yo la invente no creo que alguien mas pueda sentirla, y te juro que serás el único que me la hará sentir&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que el amor no sea solo una palabra, quiero que sea algo real, algo que podamos sentir cuando estemos juntos, que nuestros corazones latan al mismo tiempo y sientan el mismo dolor, pero tu sabes no es un dolor amargo, es algo mágico e imaginario. . .&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes que falta poco para que estemos juntos de nuevo, pero esta vez será por siempre aya nadie nos podrá separar, nadie nos molestara, no nos criticaran mas, y menos nos lastimaran. . .&lt;br /&gt;Amor me queda poco tiempo yo se que me estas escuchando y me esperas aya solo falta la ultima gota y las lagrimas ya no están, siento ya felicidad de que te volveré a ver y los recuerdos de este maldito lugar se Irán. . .&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda que te prometí que la muerte no nos separara. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971943486215163506-8480997263327552911?l=breathingemotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8480997263327552911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971943486215163506&amp;postID=8480997263327552911' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/8480997263327552911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/8480997263327552911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/2008/08/y-donde-quedaron-los-momentos-juntos-se.html' title=''/><author><name>senselesswords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594836484426752983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SkzL4NsJccI/AAAAAAAAADs/6KfLDFbtydk/S220/two.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SLpChLR3UzI/AAAAAAAAABg/dv5eTbMeYns/s72-c/1215322413210_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971943486215163506.post-5562112316249167490</id><published>2008-08-30T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:14:48.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SL8aX925DxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_9m-8P1A4V0/s1600-h/Blood+and+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SL8aX925DxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_9m-8P1A4V0/s320/Blood+and+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241937490326654738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; damned people! Well my name is Micaela Consuelo (haha if that consoles) Cabrera Artus and I live for strange reason in a very small and distant people(village) through so called colbun located in the seventh region... CHILE 63. Well that I can say I have 16 years though almost 17:) and that I can say to them on me? Good I am a very expressive girl demonstrate everything what I feel and it can be very good like very bad not? I believe that the life is the alone one and it is necessary to leave of side the whole shit that they you throw at diary and you have to live (not to survive) loads Me when the people believe herself mas for do not have problems or anything this way and even more those who become the victims by things that are not at all! I believe that I have gone on almost from everything to my short age... Ammm also am I a very immature girl and the truth in order that to mature if I am even a girl not? It stinks out me when they say to me that I have to do it, as a friend who said to me that my age was not feigning it if that I bother: I Believe or think that after an age it is necessary to do it but now to be to be with the friends, to jump, to re-go, to shout, to cry, to sing, well etc Certainly that I worry a bit for the future but try myself to remain in my present and to treat TO TRY to forget a bit the past though it is a bit useless for that the recollections always estan Is sad not to know of where sacste unso esi if! Good the truth does very a little time that ends with my boyfriend (good ex-boyfriend) and I suffer very much for that with we were one, the truth we do not last very much but really love it! And that to my also but the things give themselves for something .. good and this "a little" in my case were they my parents who hated it for being "different" and the truth who is not different in this shit of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ I like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photography, the music, the sex, to draw, to sing (the truth I do not remember one day without having sung), my friends (that really I love), Internet, to cry, the nature, the animals, to imagine, the languages, the mathematics:BB, my family, the happiness, the air, the money, kiss , the jewels. The mode, the styles, the black!, the Tv, the hamburgers, the bread (though I it cannot eat ¬¬), the easing, imagine, the darkness, write in my diary, the T-shirt of men, the emotional and rude boys , simultaneously, the spring, the autumn, the messenger, think, walk, sing, sing, sing, Arg to scream, books of painting, the colors, the crayons, to my brothers, going to santiago and .. your that you believe? I LOVE THE CAKE! really it is my weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; The reggeton, the wanna be, sad persons see, the malnutrition, the global warming, the pollution, the razismo, the discrimination, her(it) mature, the cruel people with the animals, my ex-college, the people badly dressed, very much coldly, a lot of heat, the virus of Internet, the ignoracia, the disorder, the distance, the hens, to sick me, my college, to expect, disappointment, to think about the future, the envy, for the flaytes, the pokemones, the deceitful advertising, the chains for mail, which happens(passes) with the education, the wars, when they speak to me for msn with letters of emoticons, the people who concentrates on the physicist, etc ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971943486215163506-5562112316249167490?l=breathingemotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5562112316249167490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971943486215163506&amp;postID=5562112316249167490' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/5562112316249167490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971943486215163506/posts/default/5562112316249167490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breathingemotions.blogspot.com/2008/08/vete-de-aquipero-antes-de-partir.html' title='Me!'/><author><name>senselesswords</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02594836484426752983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SkzL4NsJccI/AAAAAAAAADs/6KfLDFbtydk/S220/two.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3pfqhgxXxc/SL8aX925DxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_9m-8P1A4V0/s72-c/Blood+and+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
