<?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-9100029184746702573</id><updated>2012-01-23T15:11:26.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><subtitle type='html'>Solo voy a quedarme ahí y verme quemar.
Pero está bien, porque me gusta como duele.
Solo voy a quedarme ahí y escucharme llorar.
Pero está bien, porque amo como mientes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Tengo tanto que contar , que ya no se por donde empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;esta noche que muere entre mis dedos, me ha dejado la mas triste de las sensaciones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Que pasa si nunca te conozco? ¿Que pasa si nunca duermo entre tus brazos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te digo de quien me quiero olvidar, si me&amp;nbsp;decís&amp;nbsp;de quien te&amp;nbsp;querés&amp;nbsp;olvidar vos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;y entonces, entonces espero que seas vos el que me haga sentir algo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estoy tan&amp;nbsp;vacía, tan acostumbrada a la nada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que ya no me derriten unos labios susurrantes ni me ponen la piel&amp;nbsp;crespa&amp;nbsp;unos dedos temblorosos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;es tanto el&amp;nbsp;frió&amp;nbsp;que tiene mi alma, que yo&amp;nbsp;estaría&amp;nbsp;bien al menos&amp;nbsp;odiándote&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pagando el precio si es necesario, solo si&amp;nbsp;así&amp;nbsp;pudiera volver a sentir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estoy sumergida en un silencio que de a ratos espanta y en otros me aturde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;es tan eterno este silencio que ya termine&amp;nbsp;acostumbrándome&amp;nbsp;a el&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;es tan eterno eso que no siento que ya no recuerdo lo que era no ser&amp;nbsp;así.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Este amanecer me ha dejado pensando en donde&amp;nbsp;andarás, con quien&amp;nbsp;estarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aquel que es&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;para mi, aquel que recibe despertares de alguien mas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Te&amp;nbsp;conoceré&amp;nbsp;algún&amp;nbsp;día?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzZbL_N7jDA/Tx2SnuYI6HI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Liq9YmqoMA8/s72-c/Chica_en_el_agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-442171508517765547</id><published>2012-01-13T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:56:00.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XwzL5nHUGI/TxEJhoGb-vI/AAAAAAAAAe8/0lA2XtI1n-0/s1600/te-vas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3XwzL5nHUGI/TxEJhoGb-vI/AAAAAAAAAe8/0lA2XtI1n-0/s400/te-vas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Esta es la parte que mas odio, ver como te vas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;ese momento en el que acepto que jamas voy a ser una prioridad para vos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;pero aun&amp;nbsp;así, de alguna forma, logras conformarme con solo restos de amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;siento que estoy tan rota, tan malherida que solamente te miro la espalda y no me muevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;solamente te observo, sabiendo que&amp;nbsp;dirás&amp;nbsp;adiós&amp;nbsp;y no me miraras a los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;porque muy en el fondo sabes que esto esta mal, pero.. ¿lo se yo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;de a poco me fui acostumbrando a no sentir, a estar bien con solo ver las cosas pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;de a poco me fui acostumbrando a que no haya nadie mas que yo para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;de a poco fui entendiendo que si&amp;nbsp;algún&amp;nbsp;día&amp;nbsp;no regresas ni siquiera puedo pensar que de alguna forma yo te&amp;nbsp;perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;¿Alguna vez fuiste mio, de alguna forma te&amp;nbsp;pertenecí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;es tanta la nostalgia de sentir algo que no tengo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;es tanto el tiempo infinito, esos segundos en los que miro mis manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;y las huelo a ver si&amp;nbsp;todavía&amp;nbsp;tienen el aroma de tu piel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;que al final de todo, es la&amp;nbsp;única&amp;nbsp;forma de saber si alguna vez estuviste&amp;nbsp;aquí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;SoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-442171508517765547?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/442171508517765547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=442171508517765547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8153868401213768352</id><published>2012-01-12T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:22:34.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiqozZatrTk/Tw8IhXAD-oI/AAAAAAAAAes/NWhuI41OmUE/s1600/NO+TE+ALEJES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KiqozZatrTk/Tw8IhXAD-oI/AAAAAAAAAes/NWhuI41OmUE/s320/NO+TE+ALEJES.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y ahora, cerca del fin, tu cara y la forma en que yo te amo es en lo&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;que puedo pensar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;te ame tanto como mi&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;nbsp;fue capaz de hacerlo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;te ame tanto como tu sonrisa me lo&amp;nbsp;permitió&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;te ame tanto como nos dejaron.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No hay nada de lo que pueda arrepentirme,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;porque se que pase los meses mas sinceros de todos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;y fue porque vos estabas al lado mio, sabiendo que me amabas..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;y cuanto yo te amaba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;siempre estaremos juntos, porque mi amor va a durar para siempre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;voy a ser tan eterno e inmortal como tu&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;nbsp;me lo permita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;voy a ser eterno si tu mente no me olvida..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Es la&amp;nbsp;única&amp;nbsp;salida para mi, es la&amp;nbsp;única&amp;nbsp;forma de liberarte&amp;nbsp;también&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aunque ahora piense que&amp;nbsp;quizás&amp;nbsp;haya sido mejor escapar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;supongo que no&amp;nbsp;habría&amp;nbsp;llegado demasiado lejos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tus besos me acompañaran eternamente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;porque son lo&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;que necesito para vivir, los necesito mas que respirar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estoy sollozando...&amp;nbsp;quizás&amp;nbsp;mis ojos se dieron cuenta que ya no te&amp;nbsp;volverían&amp;nbsp;a ver&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;y me dan sus quejas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pero bloqueo todo contacto con mi cuerpo ahora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;porque quiero pensar solamente en tu voz diciendo "te amo"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pensándote, me dejo ir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;voy hacia la libertad que&amp;nbsp;acá&amp;nbsp;jamas&amp;nbsp;podríamos&amp;nbsp;tener..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5C9sh210Xs/Tw8IjbAog2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/D1Hv2694DLs/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a5C9sh210Xs/Tw8IjbAog2I/AAAAAAAAAe0/D1Hv2694DLs/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lochan y Maya- Forbidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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#990000;"&gt;Mis pensamientos viajan a la velocidad de la luz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;¿Que tienen mis dedos que queman tus mejillas cuando las toco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ambos sabemos que esto no es la realidad, es esa mentira dulce que&amp;nbsp;creímos&amp;nbsp;vos y yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Te&amp;nbsp;convertís&amp;nbsp;en cenizas entre mis dedos y me siento tan&amp;nbsp;vacía, como si solo con rozarte lo hubiese tenido todo, pero lo&amp;nbsp;perdí&amp;nbsp;en un instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Esta batalla sobre mi misma no parece tener fin, y me siento caer en un espiral sin fin, en el que no estas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Siento que esta mentira se va de mi y me observa, haciendo preguntas de las cuales no se las respuestas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;mirando mis ojos, traspasando mi alma, tocando mi ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;esta mentira en la cual&amp;nbsp;creí&amp;nbsp;tan profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;¿Me dejara en paz&amp;nbsp;algún&amp;nbsp;día?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IGiAfJufufU/TwcKMlX8y-I/AAAAAAAAAek/5ciXTkPOtCY/s1600/LA+MENTIRA+2.jpg" 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk-EKyrMDFM/TviwFaVEmuI/AAAAAAAAAec/sKpZQ7STlGo/s1600/abismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk-EKyrMDFM/TviwFaVEmuI/AAAAAAAAAec/sKpZQ7STlGo/s400/abismo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491736196160226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Son tantas las personas que he perdido a lo largo de mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;las cosas se fueron dando y quizás de algunas no llegue a darme cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero ahora pierdo personas que eran importantes para mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;esas que no me di cuenta que tenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me estoy quedando sola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; ¿Vendrá alguien a salvarme cua&lt;/span&gt;ndo el momento del final se acerque?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Es tan difícil estar tan sola, es tan difícil desear esas cosas que no podes tener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;se me pasa la vida, y yo no hago nada por ni siquiera tocarla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;empaparme un poquito de esa felicidad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Otra vez estoy sumergida en las sombras, en estas aguas que están tibias y yo siento frías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;que me congelan el alma cada día un poquito mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ya no siento como antes, es tan triste darme cuenta que alejo a las personas de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Es tan triste que no me quieran como yo las quiero, es tan triste que ya no quieran estar conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me estoy ahogando, muerte soñada, muerte deseada ¿Es así?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;La muerte que yo esperaba, ¿Es esta vida tan larga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;La muerte que yo soñaba ¿Es esta vida tan larga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;La muerte que me deja vivir, ¿Se ríe de mi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dU2KRa_WYyw/TvivroZ4zkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/EoN9loTn_qA/s400/abismo%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690491293297856066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-3806158319972169960?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3806158319972169960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ojos para no ver tu sonrisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; rompiéndome los tímpanos para no escuchar tu risa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ahogando mi corazón para que deje de latir por vos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Llegué tarde lo sé, juro que corrí y corrí para alcanzarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; te grité pero mi voz se perdía en lamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Culpa, arrepentimiento, esperanza y desencuentro, esos son mis momentos resumidos en vanos sentimientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Qué puedo hacer?, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;si te veo brillar y me encandilas, si te toco y me quemo, si te amo y me muero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Admitir que las lagrimas caen en este momento no es mas que clavar otra espina, que derramar otra gota mas de sangre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Quiero sacarte y no puedo, quiero olvidarte y es solo volver una y otra vez a amarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Tal vez algún día te des cuenta, tal vez un día puedas verme y estar de vuelta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; tal vez un día...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zGZojbKWOBo/TKYxosGl_TI/AAAAAAAABAI/lEAhos_XxzM/s1600/dolor.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 337px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rothaarig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zGZojbKWOBo/TKYxosGl_TI/AAAAAAAABAI/lEAhos_XxzM/s72-c/dolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6821263120451194112</id><published>2011-10-22T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:32:20.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lo único que queda de mi son solo pedazos que ya nadie se anima a unir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tengo que dejar ir a ese viejo amor que ya no tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;el amor que se me escapo de las manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;este sentimiento que no puedo controlar, esa parte de mi que te pertenece completamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;los sueños que me recuerdan a quien pertenezco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Esta sensación de estar vacía que tengo todos los días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mi vida que no controlo desde que no estas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;La esperanza inútil, las sonrisas que no vienen, mis lagrimas que caen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.creceroperecer.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/vacio.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 325px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Este tonto corazón que no se rinde y te pertenece..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-6821263120451194112?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6821263120451194112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6821263120451194112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6821263120451194112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6821263120451194112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2011/10/lo-unico-que-queda-de-mi-son-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7239018966176057176</id><published>2011-10-22T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:33:23.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://esperanza.blogdiario.com/img/ANHELO.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 498px; height: 500px;" src="http://esperanza.blogdiario.com/img/ANHELO.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Detrás de esta sonrisa que nunca es lo que parece, se esconden mis deseos mas oscuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mis anhelos mas preciados, las verdades jamas dichas, las mejores mentiras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Detrás de mis ojos siempre fríos, siempre vas a estar vos, con tus palabras y tus mejores deseos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pero dentro de mi corazón, siempre estará eso que no quiero reconocer, el sentimiento de quererte infinitamente, saber que te hago mal hasta llegar a ese punto en el que ya no quiero hablarte, por miedo a que me contestes de la forma en que espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-7239018966176057176?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7239018966176057176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7239018966176057176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7239018966176057176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7239018966176057176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2011/10/detras-de-esta-sonrisa-que-nunca-es-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-3553274501014809814</id><published>2011-05-09T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:32:15.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IBHp-0Spis/TcglBQ73j5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/wAYgOdUSGxA/s1600/angel-wings-tattoos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IBHp-0Spis/TcglBQ73j5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/wAYgOdUSGxA/s400/angel-wings-tattoos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604770439918751634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;upido, tensa tu arco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y deja que tu flecha vuele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desde mí directamente hacia el corazón de mi amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;…por nadie más que yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupido por favor escucha mi súplica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y deja que tu flecha vuele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desde mí directamente hacia el corazón de mi amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escúchame, no es mi intención molestarte pero estoy sufriendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;existe el riesgo de que pierda toda mi alegría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porque amo a una chica que ni siquiera sabe que existo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y eres el único que lo puede arreglar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupido, tensa tu arco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y deja que tu flecha vuele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desde mí directamente hacia el corazón de mi amado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;…por nadie más que yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupido por favor escucha mi súplica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y deja que tu flecha vuele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desde mí directamente hacia el corazón de mi amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupido, si tú logras que me ame con mucha pasión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te juro que la voy a amar por toda la eternidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo sé que entre tú y yo podemos robar su corazón…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupido ayúdame, si tú lo hicieses…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupido, tensa tu arco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y deja que tu flecha vuele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desde mí directamente hacia el corazón de mi amado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;…por nadie más que yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupido por favor escucha mi súplica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y deja que tu flecha vuele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desde mí directamente hacia el corazón de mi amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cupido, oye Cupido te estoy llamando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿no me oyes?... te estoy llamando…&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/9100029184746702573-3553274501014809814?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3553274501014809814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IBHp-0Spis/TcglBQ73j5I/AAAAAAAAAd0/wAYgOdUSGxA/s72-c/angel-wings-tattoos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7967878707263475270</id><published>2011-03-22T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:41:14.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KssxTmBMDLU/TYj7RaJNk8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/FsQ7tZtT_oo/s1600/20070425134747-paisaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KssxTmBMDLU/TYj7RaJNk8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/FsQ7tZtT_oo/s320/20070425134747-paisaje.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586991614247408578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" class="page"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Son muchas las veces que recorrí contigo&lt;br /&gt;Los caminos lluviosos de nuestro viejo pueblo&lt;br /&gt;Muchas las vidas que vivimos en cada día&lt;br /&gt;Y lo sepulté completamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-7967878707263475270?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7967878707263475270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7967878707263475270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7967878707263475270'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TUzf_4dRJcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6ibbUT44rX4/s1600/duerme.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TUzf_4dRJcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6ibbUT44rX4/s400/duerme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570073127730357698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te alejé de mi sin saber que te iba a necesitar tanto,&lt;br /&gt;mis suspiros estaran eternamente dedicados a esa persona a la que amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;pero aún asi no es suficiente para tenerla entre mis brazos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas cuando pasen los años miraras sobre tu espalda, y me veras ahi, siguiendote eternamente&lt;br /&gt;porque con cada palabra me atas por siempre a tu vida&lt;br /&gt;y aunque quisiera no sentir lo que siento, me es imposible negarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con cada cosa que hago en el dia, pienso&lt;br /&gt;¿Que haras en este mismo momento y en quién estas pensando?&lt;br /&gt;Si yo pudiera saber que piensas, quizas toda esta incertidumbre no rodearia mi vida de sombras ni haria mis mañanas oscuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te has convertido en lo que mas anhelo, en mis sueños cada vez que duermo&lt;br /&gt;Te has convertido en mi vida que ya no se si me pertenece tanto como antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TUzgLtJoraI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Piz6tpttpGE/s1600/EM1743.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TUzgLtJoraI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Piz6tpttpGE/s400/EM1743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570073330853653922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TUzf_4dRJcI/AAAAAAAAAc8/6ibbUT44rX4/s72-c/duerme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1288703028156255782</id><published>2011-01-26T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:39:39.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TUBqUIq188I/AAAAAAAAAcw/osOkL7SvEBU/s1600/desesperanza-300x290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TUBqUIq188I/AAAAAAAAAcw/osOkL7SvEBU/s400/desesperanza-300x290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566566033587041218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LLevaré tu recuerdo conmigo a traves de los años&lt;br /&gt;porque no tuve nada en mi vida mejor que lo que compartimos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te deje mis mejores años, mis mejores besos y sueños, todo eso te pertenece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamás podre olvidar los secretos que compartíamos,&lt;br /&gt;los paseos de noche mientras tomabas mi mano&lt;br /&gt;y yo miraba la luna y pensaba que nada mas lindo me pasaría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenía seguridad en tus brazos y ese calor que yo misma era incapaz de proporcionarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevare conmigo las noches sin sueño, la musica que escuchabamos y esas cenas no comidas.&lt;br /&gt;LLevare conmigo toda esa vida que el destino nos dejo estar juntos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevare conmigo esa ultima noche y ya despues nunca regresaste..&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/9100029184746702573-1288703028156255782?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1288703028156255782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1288703028156255782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1288703028156255782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1288703028156255782'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TTXHsosH9EI/AAAAAAAAAco/uQ30uf1vR_g/s1600/Reflexionar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TTXHsosH9EI/AAAAAAAAAco/uQ30uf1vR_g/s400/Reflexionar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563572484336776258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fui alguien que lo tuvo todo, no puedo evitar recordar el pasado&lt;br /&gt;me he dado cuenta que el primer amor no se olvida jamas&lt;br /&gt;que desearía estar entre tus brazos de nuevo, pero te hice daño&lt;br /&gt;con mis inseguridades y temores, y me elejé sin saber que me haría daño..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo evitar quererte a mi lado, pero se que jamás pasará&lt;br /&gt;ya no volverás y yo me quedare pensando en lo que pudo ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces sueño con un nosotros pero te veo tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;tan inalcanzable, entonces te escribo esto porque se que no lo vas a leer.&lt;br /&gt;No supe distinguir que eras la felicidad en mi vida y te dejé ir&lt;br /&gt;te separé de mi y ahora te quiero de nuevo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuiste la persona que me enseño del amor&lt;br /&gt;la persona que se enojó conmigo porque no dije que necesitaba ayuda en algunas cosas&lt;br /&gt;aquella que me dio su campera una noche de invierno y no le importo pasar frio&lt;br /&gt;fuiste tantas cosas para mi..&lt;br /&gt;lo eras todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TTXHbRmj0pI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RjRJqQpTp1c/s1600/3849081815_3e03efa5a3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TTXHbRmj0pI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RjRJqQpTp1c/s400/3849081815_3e03efa5a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563572186081645202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo lo tenía todo y lo deje ir&lt;br /&gt;Yo te tenía y te alejé de mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-8327867747289963050?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8327867747289963050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8327867747289963050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-4196142611837356072</id><published>2011-01-17T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:48:36.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TTQ7g3nnuSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/L8ieOic-7aA/s1600/quiero%2Bso%25C3%25B1ar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TTQ7g3nnuSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/L8ieOic-7aA/s400/quiero%2Bso%25C3%25B1ar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563136875581389090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Soñe que te tenía a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;y pense que si estabas ahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yo no necesitaría nada mas, solamente respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;¿Cómo pudo ser tan facil olvidarme? No lo entiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Te di todo lo que tenia ¿Cómo puedes irte sin y no pensar en como me siento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Te ame sin limites, yo giraba alredededor tuyo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;y ya no existia nada mas para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;¿Cómo pudo ser tan facil alejarse de mi?¿Qué es lo que no te alcanzo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Te llevaste mi corazon y ya no hay forma en que yo deje de llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;¿Qué es lo que te hace alejarte de mi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;¿Qué puedo hacer por mi misma si todo lo que quiero es a vos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mientras estuviste aqui no me hizo falta nada mas que respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;y hoy siento que no tengo nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;mi vida te pertenece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;y con ella todos los recuerdos que creamos juntos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TTQ7pWmZzaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_E1jo3d2bUo/s1600/1169931589_f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TTQ7pWmZzaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_E1jo3d2bUo/s400/1169931589_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563137021336735138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-4196142611837356072?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4196142611837356072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=4196142611837356072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4196142611837356072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4196142611837356072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2011/01/sone-que-te-tenia-mi-lado-y-pense-que.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TTQ7g3nnuSI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/L8ieOic-7aA/s72-c/quiero%2Bso%25C3%25B1ar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7137045403653093747</id><published>2011-01-12T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:49:09.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Y aunque se que no tengo nada para darte, aún asi te pido que vuelvas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te veo alejarte de mi y quiero correr a abrazarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;pero no me puedo mover, me siento morir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Mi vida se esta yendo con vos, pero mi orgullo me impide decirtelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Te necesito mas de lo que llegue a quererte, y nunca pense que algo superaria eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;En la inmensidad de mi soledad, siento que ya nada puede superar lo que me ha pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Jamás podre decirte lo que siento porque ya no queres escucharme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi rostro jamas reflejo sentimiento alguno, por eso quizas se me haga facil mentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Pero no me puedo mentir a mi misma, no puedo decir que te olvido facilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;si cada parte de mi cuerpo lleva tu nombre, si en mis pensamientos solo existe una persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;No tengo nada para darte y aún asi te estoy pidiendo que vuelvas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TS3rY_NaXuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/x4xdVuxGFlQ/s1600/1246350143055_f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TS3rY_NaXuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/x4xdVuxGFlQ/s400/1246350143055_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561359929389506274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SoL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-7137045403653093747?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7137045403653093747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7137045403653093747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7137045403653093747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7137045403653093747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TS3rY_NaXuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/x4xdVuxGFlQ/s72-c/1246350143055_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-3095645068094236774</id><published>2011-01-08T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T08:38:32.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TSiVBkOwJqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wiCbqNCpVbg/s1600/20070426105934-soledad-aragon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TSiVBkOwJqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wiCbqNCpVbg/s320/20070426105934-soledad-aragon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559857594126837410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca lo olvidaré, parece que fue ayer&lt;br /&gt;cuando me dijiste adiós, con tus dulces labios&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de que sigo esperando, a pesar de que sigo amandote&lt;br /&gt;a pesar de que sigo viviendo escondiendome entre las sombras&lt;br /&gt;No puedo olvidar tus dulces labios,&lt;br /&gt;que estan por decirme: "Terminemos"&lt;br /&gt;Aún si tapo mis orejas&lt;br /&gt;aún si cubro mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;No puedo ocultarme de ello en ningun lado&lt;br /&gt;tu eras lo más preciado dentro de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Pero parece que tú me has olvidado fácilmente&lt;br /&gt;No hay ninguna huella de mi en ti&lt;br /&gt;Estás más cerca de mi corazón que de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mente me ha olvidado,&lt;br /&gt;estás más cerca de mí llanto que de mi espíritu&lt;br /&gt;Me has dejado sola&lt;br /&gt;con este corazón lleno de amor y estas lágrimas sin fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo, debería borrarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;pero mi corazón no me permite olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;estas más cerca de mi alma, que de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de mi en la separación, más que en el reencuentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veo partir en mi corazón, en mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;te vas muy lejos de aquí&lt;br /&gt;te has olvidado de los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;y has olvidado nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;Estás más cerca de mí llanto que de mi espíritu&lt;br /&gt;Me has dejado sola&lt;br /&gt;y para ti yo estoy más cerca de la separación que de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;en mi pecho, en el fondo de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;te veo dejandome&lt;br /&gt;con este corazón lleno de amor y estas lágrimas sin fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incluso sin amor&lt;br /&gt;incluso sin lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;tu sigues viviendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás más cerca de mi corazón, que de mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de la separación más que del reencuentro&lt;br /&gt;En mi corazón y alma&lt;br /&gt;me estás dejando muy atrás&lt;br /&gt;Tu has olvidado los recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;y tu amor se ha ido&lt;br /&gt;Tu estas más cerca de mi llanto , que de mi espíritu&lt;br /&gt;Tu sólo me has dejado con este corazón lleno de amor y estás lágrimas sin fin&lt;br /&gt;Todo ha terminado y ahora tu vas a dejarme&lt;br /&gt;Te vas y me tiras lejos.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TSiVH4Z3EbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_wc-3-KHG9A/s1600/1185827339_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TSiVH4Z3EbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/_wc-3-KHG9A/s320/1185827339_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559857702621352370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;F.T Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-3095645068094236774?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3095645068094236774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=3095645068094236774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3095645068094236774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3095645068094236774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2011/01/nunca-lo-olvidare-parece-que-fue-ayer.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TSiVBkOwJqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wiCbqNCpVbg/s72-c/20070426105934-soledad-aragon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-2192361943281204767</id><published>2010-12-28T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:49:57.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué puedo hacer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TRq9G2XYD_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/lej6UabwFqg/s1600/trsietza%2Bnventana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TRq9G2XYD_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/lej6UabwFqg/s320/trsietza%2Bnventana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555961015685353458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Por cada paso que doy, mis lagrimas caen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Por cada paso que das, mis lagrimas caen de nuevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Te iras a un lugar donde no puedo alcanzarte, aunque extienda mis manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Pero soy incapaz de detenerte y me quedo aqui llorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;¿Que puedo hacer? ¿Que puedo hacer?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Te fuiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;¿Que puedo hacer? ¿Que puedo hacer?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Te fuiste sin mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Te amo, te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Aunque te llame, no puedes oirme, porque solo estoy gritando dentro de mi corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TRq8ybkJZqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PCZKgGWkSVc/s1600/tras_el_cristal_I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TRq8ybkJZqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/PCZKgGWkSVc/s320/tras_el_cristal_I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555960664893777570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Siempre trato de olvidarte, pero te recuerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;siempre trato de decir adios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; pero te recuerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Te iras a algun lugar donde no puedo alcanzarte aunque extienda mis manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Pero soy incapaz de encontrarte y me quedo aqui llorando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;¿Que puedo hacer? ¿Que puedo hacer?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Te fuiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;¿Que puedo hacer? ¿Que puedo hacer?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Te fuiste sin mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Te amo, te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Aunque te llame, no puedes oirme, porque solo estoy gritando dentro de mi corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TRq89zG5k7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/448a55mt_Aw/s1600/images.jpegghjgfj.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TRq89zG5k7I/AAAAAAAAAbo/448a55mt_Aw/s320/images.jpegghjgfj.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555960860192117682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;¿Que puedo hacer?¿Que puedo hacer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Eres el unico para mi.&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/9100029184746702573-2192361943281204767?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2192361943281204767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=2192361943281204767&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2192361943281204767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2192361943281204767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-puedo-hacer.html' title='¿Qué puedo hacer?'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TRq9G2XYD_I/AAAAAAAAAbw/lej6UabwFqg/s72-c/trsietza%2Bnventana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1941150109382815694</id><published>2010-12-16T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:26:04.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQry4L88K4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/398OV8NPgFo/s1600/y1pIia4xotT005qg17Excp18MFLsPlyA44F4QdXRAoH-TqigJmPcTZyMPaDWD9d2WhYJOgNeqMTwd0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQry4L88K4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/398OV8NPgFo/s320/y1pIia4xotT005qg17Excp18MFLsPlyA44F4QdXRAoH-TqigJmPcTZyMPaDWD9d2WhYJOgNeqMTwd0.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551516537782545282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Siento que algo toca el viejo piano, el viento mueve las cortinas.. ya se que estas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Aunque solo yo te pueda ver, no hay momento en el que sea mas feliz que cuando estas frente a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;El tiempo va pasando sobre mi piel, pero estas igual.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;¿Cuánto tiempo mas esperaras por mi? Todo lo que deseo es sentarme junto a ti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A veces siento como si quisieras decirme algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Y ahora, cuando miro a la gente que me rodea, pienso en lo que me pasa y me pregunto si ellos se daran cuenta tambien que tan presente estas en mi vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;da.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los años pasan , ya no soy lo que solia ser, ya no vienes por mi ¿Cuándo me diras ven?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no siento como antes, nunca nada volvio a ser igual. Mis susurros se vuelven gritos, ¿Por qué no volviste por mi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQryXHXom4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/19Q4nW1XsP0/s1600/4965150890_81b4594a23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQryXHXom4I/AAAAAAAAAbE/19Q4nW1XsP0/s320/4965150890_81b4594a23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551515969616649090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-1941150109382815694?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1941150109382815694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1941150109382815694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1941150109382815694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1941150109382815694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/12/siento-que-algo-toca-el-viejo-piano-el.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQry4L88K4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/398OV8NPgFo/s72-c/y1pIia4xotT005qg17Excp18MFLsPlyA44F4QdXRAoH-TqigJmPcTZyMPaDWD9d2WhYJOgNeqMTwd0.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1387677443453484032</id><published>2010-12-13T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:37:36.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quién quiero mentirle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQZ0D4JzXCI/AAAAAAAAAas/eA2zUY7jFFM/s1600/olvido%2BIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQZ0D4JzXCI/AAAAAAAAAas/eA2zUY7jFFM/s320/olvido%2BIII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550251200742644770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya lo se que extraño es verte aquí,&lt;br /&gt;verte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Te sienta bien estar con ella&lt;br /&gt;Que si te voy a olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;tu pregunta esta de mas&lt;br /&gt;Yo también he vuelto a amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQZ0VTeOWBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/y-OgXHteL8I/s1600/Sola%2Bcon%2Btu%2Bolvido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQZ0VTeOWBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/y-OgXHteL8I/s320/Sola%2Bcon%2Btu%2Bolvido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550251500133832722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quien quiero mentirle&lt;br /&gt;Por qué quiero fingir que te olvidé&lt;br /&gt;Trato de convencerme,&lt;br /&gt;Que estas en el pasado&lt;br /&gt;y del alma la mente, te borre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quién quiero mentirle&lt;br /&gt;Por qué quiero fingir que te olvidé&lt;br /&gt;Trato de convencerme&lt;br /&gt;Que no sentí un amor tan profundo&lt;br /&gt;y quedaste en el ayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQZ0pFl_iII/AAAAAAAAAa8/y-X9dBXL27Q/s1600/un%252Bmar%252Bde%252Bolvido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQZ0pFl_iII/AAAAAAAAAa8/y-X9dBXL27Q/s320/un%252Bmar%252Bde%252Bolvido.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550251840005703810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo trato de olvidarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo de verdad lo intento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero no lo consigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/9100029184746702573-1387677443453484032?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1387677443453484032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1387677443453484032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1387677443453484032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1387677443453484032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/12/quien-quiero-mentirle.html' title='A quién quiero mentirle'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/TQZ0D4JzXCI/AAAAAAAAAas/eA2zUY7jFFM/s72-c/olvido%2BIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-5096377091203268187</id><published>2010-03-31T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:45:50.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Incluso si te dejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Incluso si no estoy a tu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Siempre seré la persona que mas te ha querido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S7N6LWnnpeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wAJRCkqJn1I/s1600/lloro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S7N6LWnnpeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wAJRCkqJn1I/s320/lloro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-5096377091203268187?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5096377091203268187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=5096377091203268187&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5096377091203268187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5096377091203268187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-quiero-incluso-si-te-dejo-incluso-si.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S7N6LWnnpeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/wAJRCkqJn1I/s72-c/lloro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6406280236756857650</id><published>2010-03-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:49:37.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bo go ship da ( Te extraño )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S6mLrbwCHcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Lmoo6XlxCE8/s1600-h/EXTRA%C3%91O.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S6mLrbwCHcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Lmoo6XlxCE8/s320/EXTRA%C3%91O.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No importa cuanto espere,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no puedo ir a tu lado, llorando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tu solo me diste dolor y no me conocías.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me estas diciendo que me vaya? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te extraño, te extraño&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a tal punto que me odio a mi misma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;quiero llorar, quiero arrodillarme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;y si tan solo nada de esto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hubiera pasado. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Los recuerdos de cuando te ame con locura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;esos recuerdos me hieren,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pero no puedo seguir ocultándome mas de este amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No debería hacer esto pero es que te extraño a morir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kim Bum Soo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-6406280236756857650?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6406280236756857650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6406280236756857650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6406280236756857650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6406280236756857650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/03/bo-go-ship-da-te-extrano.html' title='Bo go ship da ( Te extraño )'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S6mLrbwCHcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Lmoo6XlxCE8/s72-c/EXTRA%C3%91O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1187939900002186556</id><published>2010-02-11T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:30:44.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="songtitle" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahkph_-BMLY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ahkph_-BMLY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblTitle2"&gt;Lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="songtitle" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;There Was A Field In  My Old Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;where We Always Played Hand In Hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;the Wind Was  Gently Touching The Grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;we Were So Young So Fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;then I  Dreamt Over And Over Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;you Holding Me Tight Under The Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;i  Made A Promise To My Dear Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;i Will Love You Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;time  Has Passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;so Much Has Changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;but The Field Remains In My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;oh  Where Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;ineed To Tell You I Still Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;so I Reach Out  For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;you Fly Around Me Like A Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;your Voice Still Echoes  In My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;you Are My True Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;there Was A Field In My Old  Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;where In Spring All Flowers Blossomed Wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;we Were Chasing  Butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;hand In Hand 'till Close Of Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;your Voice Still  Echoes In My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;Este es la cancion de la pelicula&amp;nbsp; house of flying daggers o Shi mian mai fu..espero la disfruten.. me declaro adicta al cine oriental y a toda su musica y su cultura..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/9100029184746702573-1187939900002186556?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1187939900002186556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1187939900002186556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1187939900002186556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1187939900002186556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/02/lovers.html' title='Lovers'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-2742362474570255380</id><published>2010-01-24T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:20:16.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S1yHCgpQvqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eDAa3v8um7o/s1600-h/labisdfasdfos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S1yHCgpQvqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eDAa3v8um7o/s320/labisdfasdfos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Y de noche, en la penumbra de mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;puedo aún recordar lo hermoso que era tenerte conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nunca pense que terminaria, pero terminó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;y hoy, quien soy, tiene que seguir adelante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;¿Qué tan real puede llegar a ser algo que jamas he dicho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;¿Qué tan cruel puede ser la vida conmigo en el momento en que quise vivir de fantasias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Que tan oscuro espero que sea este amenecer que nunca llega para llevarse los restos de mi noche decadente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Y si yo tubiece en mis manos un objeto que me obligara a decir la verdad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;¿Escucharía decir de mi boca cosas que jamas imagine que sentiría?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S1yCmQ_elaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/TRTK3xFpcjQ/s1600-h/SOLA+EN+LA+CAMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S1yCmQ_elaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/TRTK3xFpcjQ/s320/SOLA+EN+LA+CAMA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Esta noche que muere lentamente me propuso un juego que no pude rechazar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Y soñe un sueño, en el que la nostalgia no estaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yo soñe un sueño&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/9100029184746702573-2742362474570255380?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2742362474570255380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=2742362474570255380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2742362474570255380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2742362474570255380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/y-de-noche-en-la-penumbra-de-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S1yHCgpQvqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eDAa3v8um7o/s72-c/labisdfasdfos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-3141140877268316170</id><published>2010-01-16T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:10:32.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bocanada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S1KZ9EbzIdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XkklLCKCWNw/s1600-h/somosinternet305-300x193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S1KZ9EbzIdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XkklLCKCWNw/s320/somosinternet305-300x193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cuando no hay más que decirnos&lt;br /&gt;habla el humo, nada el humo&lt;br /&gt;y rema en espiral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no hay más que decirnos&lt;br /&gt;se abren al aire vacíos&lt;br /&gt;que dos no pueden respirar&lt;br /&gt;para desvanecerse&lt;br /&gt;alargando el después&lt;br /&gt;trayectoria sin final distante placer&lt;br /&gt;de una mirada frente a otra          esfumándose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no hay más que decirnos&lt;br /&gt;me hago uno con el humo&lt;br /&gt;serpenteando la razón.&lt;br /&gt;de todo aquello decidido&lt;br /&gt;se estira el tiempo y me olvido&lt;br /&gt;me olvido como vos.&lt;br /&gt;y en la esfera vagamos indiferentes&lt;br /&gt;por el espacio que dejo&lt;br /&gt;para desvanecerse&lt;br /&gt;alargando el después&lt;br /&gt;una historia sin final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distante placer,&lt;br /&gt;de una mirada frente a otra&lt;br /&gt;esfumándose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gustavo Cerati&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/9100029184746702573-3141140877268316170?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3141140877268316170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=3141140877268316170&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3141140877268316170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3141140877268316170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/bocanada.html' title='Bocanada'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S1KZ9EbzIdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XkklLCKCWNw/s72-c/somosinternet305-300x193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7526540248234821047</id><published>2010-01-12T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:31:22.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S01MUyDGsBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/B-J_AVIVtJw/s1600-h/352173490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S01MUyDGsBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/B-J_AVIVtJw/s320/352173490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mis silencios esconden demasiadas palabras que no me animo a decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Y esa magia que yo deseo se fue con mi ultimo suspiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Siento cada vez mas dentro que nada parece real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;He perdido el tiempo.. Y lo que mas duele es que sea verdad&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/9100029184746702573-7526540248234821047?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7526540248234821047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7526540248234821047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7526540248234821047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7526540248234821047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/mis-silencios-esconden-demasiadas.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S01MUyDGsBI/AAAAAAAAAZE/B-J_AVIVtJw/s72-c/352173490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8478293846104883314</id><published>2010-01-05T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:59:41.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S0N94-HHCkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4Ys1i6icuPU/s1600-h/insomnio3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S0N94-HHCkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4Ys1i6icuPU/s200/insomnio3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Amo tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;tu ternura sin limites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Amo tus palabras cuando se que aún estas dormido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Amo tus brazos tibios que alivian mis noches frias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Amo tus labios llenos que besan mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Amo tus largos dedos que recorren mi cintura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Amo que con una palabra seas capas de llenar mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Amo el hecho de que me ames, aceptandome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;Y aunque el futuro sea incierto, te amo aqui y ahora y se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bf9000; text-align: center;"&gt;que este momento puede ser eterno si nosotros asi lo queremos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S0N9oAm_-gI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ddf7jemzy68/s1600-h/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S0N9oAm_-gI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ddf7jemzy68/s320/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-8478293846104883314?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8478293846104883314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8478293846104883314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8478293846104883314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8478293846104883314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/amo-tus-ojos-tu-ternura-sin-limites-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/S0N94-HHCkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4Ys1i6icuPU/s72-c/insomnio3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7438867101718986085</id><published>2010-01-01T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:47:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz6JdR0PaPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qZQL_sxDKEA/s1600-h/Insomnio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz6JdR0PaPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qZQL_sxDKEA/s320/Insomnio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Quien sabe lo que es bueno y lo que es malo? Hasta que punto llegamos a entender todos nosotros lo que pasa con el resto de la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Tantas veces me preocuparon cosas que no tenian importancia y en la misma medida puse desinteres en las que si valian la pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Cuantas veces senti cosas que no quise sentir.. y cuantas veces tuve el deseo de sentir algo y luego se me hizo imposible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Y pensaba que mientras viviera solamente pensando en mi no veria la realidad de lo que me rodeaba, entonces jamas podria tener miedo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Y jamas tuve la certeza de que lo que me rodeaba fuera la misma realidad para todos y entonces fui incapaz de sentir compasion por aquellos que estaban en peores condiciones que yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Y con esa pena por sentirme sola jamas pude apreciar a las personas que estaban a mi lado y yo insistia con sentirme sola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Y no soy capas de encontrar la diferencia entre cada persona..pero porque ante la misma circunstancia todos actuamos de distinta manera? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz6Ii97ZHsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2VXq9S43juM/s1600-h/forget.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz6Ii97ZHsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2VXq9S43juM/s320/forget.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Cuantas veces pensamos que la pena que pasabamos no tenia solucion y consideramos acabar con nuestras vidas no teniendo en cuenta la gente que esta enferma que lucha por vivir de la mejor manera posible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Cuantas veces en un momento de furia dijimos cosas a los demas y fueron heridos, y nos arrepentimos al instante, pero jamas fuimos capaces de pedir perdon? Cuantas veces perdonamos sin sentirlo realmente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Cuantas veces desmerecimos a otra persona por el solo hecho de estar sucia o por ser alguien de la calle sin pensar que a nosotros no nos gustaria que nos traten asi si nos encontracemos en la misma condicion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Cuantas veces pensaremos que los malos son otros y no nosotros mismos.. Que tan buenos podemos llegar a ser y cuanto nos duraría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Cuantas veces pensaremos que los malos nacen malos y no los hizo ser quien son alguna otra persona que tuvo mucha influencia para ellos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz6IsYrlAcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/O29eLoGUCXk/s1600-h/image_358828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz6IsYrlAcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/O29eLoGUCXk/s400/image_358828.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Cuantas veces juzgaremos a otros sin primero juzgarnos nosotros mismos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Y no entiendo que diferencia hay entre los que cometieron crimenes y yo que los pense.. pero que tuve la cobardia para no lograrlo o la fuerza para no caer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-7438867101718986085?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7438867101718986085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7438867101718986085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7438867101718986085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7438867101718986085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/quien-sabe-lo-que-es-bueno-y-lo-que-es.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz6JdR0PaPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qZQL_sxDKEA/s72-c/Insomnio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-5438735828585197338</id><published>2010-01-01T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:43:28.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premios!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5M0GJHY9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Oc4drU1VHzg/s1600-h/premio+pecado+capital_+avaricia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5M0GJHY9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Oc4drU1VHzg/s320/premio+pecado+capital_+avaricia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Premio pecado capital: avaricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecer al blog que te lo dio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a Sami de http://crepusculo-latina.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;2- Confesad: Dad por sentado que sois avariciosas y que podéis elegir a 3 hombres que serían solo para vosotras... ¿a quién elegiríais? bueno serian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gerard Butler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ian Somerhalder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Kellan Lutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Premio suspiro del año&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5NE-ki0mI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lJE69-LZ9DY/s1600-h/PREMIO%7E1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5NE-ki0mI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lJE69-LZ9DY/s320/PREMIO%7E1.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Premio Adonis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5NNZEZaJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/-3p1Poh_IsU/s1600-h/premio+adonis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5NNZEZaJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/-3p1Poh_IsU/s320/premio+adonis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale las gracias al blog que te otorgo este premio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a Sami de http://crepusculo-latina.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Si escribieras tú propia novela ¿De qué temática seria y por qué?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno yo creo que seria algo romantico pero muy dramatico a la vez.. me encanta ese tipo de libros..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3-&lt;/i&gt;¡Felicitaciones! Tú novela ha sido todo un Boom y será llevada a la pantalla grande ¿Qué actor crees que tiene las cualidades necesarias para encarnar al protagonista de tú libro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno elijo a Gerar Butler para el protagonista y el femenino Scarlett Johansson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Premio: por tener un gran blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5Os39-b8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/fNbK8xbwNDg/s1600-h/premio_por+tener+un+gran+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5Os39-b8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/fNbK8xbwNDg/s320/premio_por+tener+un+gran+blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dar las gracias a quien te lo dio:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno de nuevo gracias a: Gracias a sami de http://crepusculo-latina.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Decir la cosa más extraña que te ha sucedido o que te gustaría hacer: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno quisiera largarme desde un puente con las piernas atadas.. como se llama eso? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Un libro del que te gustaría ser protagonista o te sientes identificado: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno no creo que me sienta identificada con algun libro y de todos los libros que leo quisiera que me pase algo de eso.. pro no sabria decirte con cual libro especificamente xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Premio blog ingenioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5PYU34TjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ixm_mMBHUl8/s1600-h/premio+blog+ingenioso.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5PYU34TjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ixm_mMBHUl8/s320/premio+blog+ingenioso.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué deseo bizarro pedirías esta navidad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengo ningun deseo bizarro.. pero si pido que me vaya muybien este año en la uni&lt;br /&gt;quiero amor mucho amor xD y dinero jiji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Premio Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5QOTjndGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/pMQZ30f8Gl4/s1600-h/Meme.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5QOTjndGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/pMQZ30f8Gl4/s320/Meme.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta;" /&gt;Gracias rosi por este premio :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-5438735828585197338?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5438735828585197338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=5438735828585197338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5438735828585197338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5438735828585197338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2010/01/premios_01.html' title='Premios!!'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sz5M0GJHY9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Oc4drU1VHzg/s72-c/premio+pecado+capital_+avaricia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-645281415275937563</id><published>2009-12-27T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:13:46.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Szf3lmpZ25I/AAAAAAAAAW8/L5lPsdv4guI/s1600-h/y1pBMrvqElhIOGVOIUzsppVPDF1hist5rqbUOLeATeB9W3efb12rYHn57ipbp2URl4u.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Szf3lmpZ25I/AAAAAAAAAW8/L5lPsdv4guI/s320/y1pBMrvqElhIOGVOIUzsppVPDF1hist5rqbUOLeATeB9W3efb12rYHn57ipbp2URl4u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;En unos años cuando te vea pasar pensare.. sigue tan lindo como siempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;pero no doleras tan profundo en mi alma, y tus palabras jamas volveran a carcomer mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;seras alguien que estuvo de paso en mi vida.. que me hizo reir que me hizo llorarpero jamas seras mas que un recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;seras esa persona que jamas podre olvidar, justamente porque fuiste una meta sin cumplir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;llorare y reirse mil veces mas.. y rogare porque la felicidad vuelva a mi como tantas veces hice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;pero se que jamas cambiare, nunca me quedare y jamas me ire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Szf3U57q0QI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Mf1iJOIefx8/s1600-h/91550829871772reflejocutb0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Szf3U57q0QI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Mf1iJOIefx8/s320/91550829871772reflejocutb0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-645281415275937563?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/645281415275937563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=645281415275937563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/645281415275937563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/645281415275937563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/en-unos-anos-cuando-te-vea-pasar.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Szf3lmpZ25I/AAAAAAAAAW8/L5lPsdv4guI/s72-c/y1pBMrvqElhIOGVOIUzsppVPDF1hist5rqbUOLeATeB9W3efb12rYHn57ipbp2URl4u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6909178163931811937</id><published>2009-12-26T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:46:12.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Ojala que el nuevo año que iniciamos se lleve las tristezas de las cosas que no conseguimos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;pero que jamas se lleve el deseo y los sueños..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Que con este año que empezamos comience con nosotros la fuerza que necesitamos para superar todos esos obstaculos nuevos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Que nadie nos detenga en lo que queremos emprender..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Ya es tarde para desear una feliz navidad pero espero que lo hayan pasado fantastico..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;les deseo un muy buen año..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;que la felicidad inunde sus vidas y la mia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;que sigamos creciendo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SzZLtXZopaI/AAAAAAAAAWk/--dzWmvS5dI/s1600-h/ysl-navidad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SzZLtXZopaI/AAAAAAAAAWk/--dzWmvS5dI/s320/ysl-navidad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-6909178163931811937?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6909178163931811937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6909178163931811937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6909178163931811937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6909178163931811937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/ojala-que-el-nuevo-ano-que-iniciamos-se.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SzZLtXZopaI/AAAAAAAAAWk/--dzWmvS5dI/s72-c/ysl-navidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8640407367834508007</id><published>2009-12-09T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:27:34.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SyBqTQfQqSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7Vb6_YlCx3U/s1600-h/1172019928_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SyBqTQfQqSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7Vb6_YlCx3U/s320/1172019928_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Ojala que cuando te des cuenta que me has perdido ya sea demasiado tarde..y yo no viva con tus desvelos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;no entiendo tu falsedad, jamas te comprendi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;el hecho de mirarte siempre me hizo sentirte tan lejano.. mis ojos te miraban pero mi manos jamas pudieron alcanzarte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;es tan increible como logras romper mis barreras con tan solo una frase.. y todo lo que me prometi antes queda en la nada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Quisiera que jamas vuelvas a nombrarme, porque solo me haces daño..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Mi alma pide a gritos que la dejes libre, ya no quiere estar prisionera en ilusiones fingidas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Solo ya no me hables. no me mires..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;que mis ojos lloran solos y mis manos se doblan por tocarte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;pero se que no debo permitirlo, que ya sufri demasiado, que todo lo que has hecho fue suficiente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;solo tengo que ser capas de dejarte ir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;y ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;aunque mi corazon este convencido de que jamas lograre olvidarte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;Yo solo quiero que te alejes de mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;El tiempo curara mis heridas y me hara olvidarte.. Lo se&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SyBql3ZdDvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/raKYo5T9tLA/s1600-h/locationnudes04sb4gm6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SyBql3ZdDvI/AAAAAAAAAWc/raKYo5T9tLA/s320/locationnudes04sb4gm6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-8640407367834508007?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8640407367834508007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8640407367834508007&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8640407367834508007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8640407367834508007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/ojala-que-cuando-te-des-cuenta-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SyBqTQfQqSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7Vb6_YlCx3U/s72-c/1172019928_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8219558260931532430</id><published>2009-12-05T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:54:59.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is not enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxqeOB95ADI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6foqe0niOyU/s1600-h/gagd.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxqeOB95ADI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6foqe0niOyU/s640/gagd.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;YO SÉ HERIR &lt;br /&gt;YO SÉ MATAR &lt;br /&gt;YO SÉ QUÉ MOSTRAR &lt;br /&gt;Y QUÉ OCULTAR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO SÉ CUÁNDO HABLAR &lt;br /&gt;Y YO SÉ CUÁNDO TOCAR &lt;br /&gt;NADIE ALGUNA VEZ MURIÓ DE QUERER DEMASIADO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL MUNDO NO ES SUFICIENTE&lt;br /&gt;PERO ES UN LUGAR PERFECTO PARA EMPEZAR, MI AMOR, &lt;br /&gt;Y SI ERES SUFICIENTEMENTE FUERTE&lt;br /&gt;JUNTOS NOSOTROS PODEMOS TOMAR EL MUNDO APARTE, MI AMOR, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAS PERSONAS COMO NOSOTROS &lt;br /&gt;SABEN SOBREVIVIR &lt;br /&gt;NO HAY NINGÚN PUNTO EN LA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;SI NO PUEDES SENTIRTE VIVO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOSOTROS SABEMOS CUÁNDO BESAR &lt;br /&gt;Y NOSOTROS SABEMOS CUÁNDO MATAR &lt;br /&gt;SI NOSOTROS NO PODEMOS TENERLO TODO&lt;br /&gt;ENTONCES NADIE PODRÁ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL MUNDO NO ES SUFICIENTE &lt;br /&gt;PERO UN LUGAR PERFECTO PARA EMPEZAR, MI AMOR, &lt;br /&gt;Y SI ERES SUFICIENTEMENTE FUERTE &lt;br /&gt;JUNTOS NOSOTROS PODREMOS TOMAR EL MUNDO APARTE, MI AMOR, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO ME SIENTO ENFERMA&lt;br /&gt;YO ME SIENTO ASUSTADA &lt;br /&gt;YO ME SIENTO LISTA&lt;br /&gt;Y TODAVÍA DESPREVENIDA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL MUNDO NO ES SUFICIENTE&lt;br /&gt;PERO ES UN LUGAR PERFECTO PARA EMPEZAR, MI AMOR, &lt;br /&gt;Y SI ERES SUFICIENTEMENTE FUERTE &lt;br /&gt;JUNTOS PODREMOS TOMAR EL MUNDO APARTE, MI AMOR, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL MUNDO NO ES SUFICIENTE&lt;br /&gt;EL MUNDO NO ES SUFICIENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Garbage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxqeB0ynlVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fkiiQXlYMDI/s1600-h/Anger_by_Andross01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxqeB0ynlVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fkiiQXlYMDI/s400/Anger_by_Andross01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-8219558260931532430?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8219558260931532430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8219558260931532430&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8219558260931532430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8219558260931532430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-is-not-enough.html' title='The world is not enough'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxqeOB95ADI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6foqe0niOyU/s72-c/gagd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7098558833560151554</id><published>2009-12-03T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:56:29.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxftLrQBvEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-KVpU0MgPxw/s1600-h/Pure_by_yana182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxftLrQBvEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-KVpU0MgPxw/s320/Pure_by_yana182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que bonito seria imaginar como hubiecen sido las cosas contigo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y entonces creo que todo puede vivir en la memoria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lejos o cerca, siempre tratare de imaginar como seria si estuvieras aqui..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pensare en como seria si respiraras al lado mio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como seria si jamas me hubieces dejado caer o llorar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No hay momentoen que no te imagine de mil maneras distintas..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;No hay momento en que todo no sea mas que imaginacion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxftcYOMI5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/j1NB3Ao6Lsc/s1600-h/soledad2ik9.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxftcYOMI5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/j1NB3Ao6Lsc/s320/soledad2ik9.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-7098558833560151554?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7098558833560151554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7098558833560151554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7098558833560151554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7098558833560151554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-bonito-seria-imaginar-como-hubiecen.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxftLrQBvEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/-KVpU0MgPxw/s72-c/Pure_by_yana182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-674781636627278224</id><published>2009-11-30T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:04:55.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxP5-ntfDRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bO3vo7CaKN4/s1600/el-sol-negro-en-la-sangre-v.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxP5-ntfDRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bO3vo7CaKN4/s400/el-sol-negro-en-la-sangre-v.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;deberia doler amarte? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;deberia sentirme como me siento? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;deberia cerrar la ultima puerta abierta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;mis fantasmas se estan acercando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxP6QIKEngI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MHF_F41-_pU/s1600/Labios+u%C3%B1as.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxP6QIKEngI/AAAAAAAAAVo/MHF_F41-_pU/s320/Labios+u%C3%B1as.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Should it hurt to love you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Should I feel like I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Should I lock the last open door, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My ghosts are gaining on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/9100029184746702573-674781636627278224?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/674781636627278224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=674781636627278224&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/674781636627278224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/674781636627278224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/should-it-hurt-to-love-you-should-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxP5-ntfDRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/bO3vo7CaKN4/s72-c/el-sol-negro-en-la-sangre-v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8519915481959996776</id><published>2009-11-28T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:23:43.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxISdTVII7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/x1Kr52UGGUQ/s1600/283db_labios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxISdTVII7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/x1Kr52UGGUQ/s200/283db_labios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tengo mi alma al desnudo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mis labios secos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mi ropa interior es negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mis uñas te desean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mis dedos te buscan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Tan solo ven a mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxISVwowAmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MLOMkbBLmpQ/s1600/stripper-heels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxISVwowAmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MLOMkbBLmpQ/s320/stripper-heels.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/9100029184746702573-8519915481959996776?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8519915481959996776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8519915481959996776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8519915481959996776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8519915481959996776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/tengo-mi-alma-al-desnudo.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SxISdTVII7I/AAAAAAAAAVY/x1Kr52UGGUQ/s72-c/283db_labios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-3086156648461054886</id><published>2009-11-26T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:09:45.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sw9Quv-CSyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4xegi5Qk5Hw/s1600/sueno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sw9Quv-CSyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4xegi5Qk5Hw/s320/sueno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y eran como luces en la oscuridad las palabras que tu podrías llegar a decirme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero solo las imaginaba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eran mi agua y mi vida los besos que no me dabas, pero insistía con soñarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y me hice daño a mi misma tantas veces, que llegue a sorprenderme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y entendí lo caprichosa y terca que puedo llegar a ser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;insisto en tenerte e insisto en hablarte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sabiendo que solo me hace daño..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una y otra vez vuelvo a caer en el juego de tus sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una y otra vez me enredo en caricias que no tengo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Cómo es que no puedo dejar ir algo que no es mío?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En qué momento te hiciste con mi vida, prohibiendome a mi vivirla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En que momento las ilusiones muertas me hicieron soñarte tanto, sabiendo que es imposible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuándo sere capaz de dejar el tiempo atras..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; cuándo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sw9Q-TsUijI/AAAAAAAAAVI/6Oba9yRka0I/s1600/labios+markus+richter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sw9Q-TsUijI/AAAAAAAAAVI/6Oba9yRka0I/s320/labios+markus+richter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-3086156648461054886?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3086156648461054886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=3086156648461054886&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3086156648461054886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3086156648461054886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/y-eran-como-luces-en-la-oscuridad-las.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sw9Quv-CSyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/4xegi5Qk5Hw/s72-c/sueno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-2363461652653991335</id><published>2009-11-23T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:14:31.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunque tú no lo sepas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="p_texto" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Swq0nFcx-iI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xdB79osoSBI/s1600/53labios-dentro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Swq0nFcx-iI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xdB79osoSBI/s200/53labios-dentro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p_texto" style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p_texto" style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Como la luz de un sueño,&lt;br /&gt;que no raya en el mundo pero existe,&lt;br /&gt;así he vivido yo&lt;br /&gt;iluminado&lt;br /&gt;esa parte de ti que no conoces,&lt;br /&gt;la vida que has llevado junto a mis pensamientos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque tú no lo sepas, yo te he visto&lt;br /&gt;cruzar la puerta sin decir que no,&lt;br /&gt;pedirme un cenicero, curiosear los libros,&lt;br /&gt;responder al deseo de mis labios&lt;br /&gt;con tus labios de whisky,&lt;br /&gt;seguir mis pasos hasta el dormitorio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También hemos hablado&lt;br /&gt;en la cama, sin prisa, muchas tardes&lt;br /&gt;esta cama de amor que no conoces,&lt;br /&gt;la misma que se queda&lt;br /&gt;fría cuanto te marchas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque tú no lo sepas te inventaba conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;hicimos mil proyectos, paseamos&lt;br /&gt;por todas las ciudades que te gustan,&lt;br /&gt;recordamos canciones, elegimos renuncias,&lt;br /&gt;aprendiendo los dos a convivir&lt;br /&gt;entre la realidad y el pensamiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espiada a la sombra de tu horario&lt;br /&gt;o en la noche de un bar por mi sorpresa.&lt;br /&gt;Así he vivido yo,&lt;br /&gt;como la luz del sueño&lt;br /&gt;que no recuerdas cuando te despiertas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p_texto" style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="p_texto" style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Swq0XqgCfSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/mYCGEgOJ__o/s1600/tu-voz-tus-manos-tu-leche-pavel-kiselev.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Swq0XqgCfSI/AAAAAAAAAUg/mYCGEgOJ__o/s640/tu-voz-tus-manos-tu-leche-pavel-kiselev.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Luis García Montero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-2363461652653991335?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2363461652653991335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=2363461652653991335&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2363461652653991335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2363461652653991335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunque-tu-no-lo-sepas.html' title='Aunque tú no lo sepas'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Swq0nFcx-iI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xdB79osoSBI/s72-c/53labios-dentro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8389775542632056745</id><published>2009-11-20T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:48:23.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No a la pornografía infantil</title><content type='html'>&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Me uno a la campaña que organiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lahuelladigital.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-favor-no-nos-falles.html"&gt;LA HUELLA DIGITAL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;contra la pornografía infantil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2-XYCvJZeA/SsndomA24BI/AAAAAAAACgI/ILyQEzmXZw4/s1600/Pornograf%C3%ADa+infantil+NO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2-XYCvJZeA/SsndomA24BI/AAAAAAAACgI/ILyQEzmXZw4/s320/Pornograf%C3%ADa+infantil+NO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-8389775542632056745?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8389775542632056745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8389775542632056745&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8389775542632056745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8389775542632056745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-la-pornografia-infantil.html' title='No a la pornografía infantil'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2-XYCvJZeA/SsndomA24BI/AAAAAAAACgI/ILyQEzmXZw4/s72-c/Pornograf%C3%ADa+infantil+NO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-5265492998375601174</id><published>2009-11-19T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:08:13.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SwYWIVGI66I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GCwxGoIFwk8/s1600/la-prensa-no-es-poder-es-servicio-nekro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SwYWIVGI66I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GCwxGoIFwk8/s320/la-prensa-no-es-poder-es-servicio-nekro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Tantas veces deseo no escuchar esas cosas que hieren..&lt;br /&gt;Tantas veces deseo que el murmullo permanente se calle&lt;br /&gt;Tantas veces quise gritarte al oido las cosas que no puedo decir&lt;br /&gt;Tantas veces quise llorar hasta que mis ojos queden secos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-5265492998375601174?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5265492998375601174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=5265492998375601174&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5265492998375601174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5265492998375601174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/tantas-veces-deseo-no-escuchar-esas_19.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SwYWIVGI66I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GCwxGoIFwk8/s72-c/la-prensa-no-es-poder-es-servicio-nekro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-4244154801943768972</id><published>2009-11-18T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:19:00.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premio!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sILX-yQQ6oM/SwSDu9QNHuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WKV0g0dBeq8/s1600/Premio+Blog+Fantasia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sILX-yQQ6oM/SwSDu9QNHuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WKV0g0dBeq8/s320/Premio+Blog+Fantasia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he recibido este premio lo recibi del blog de amor y de sombra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella es sonicamalea""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchas gracias por el premio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui van las reglas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Mencionar y enlazar a quien lo concedió&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Explicar de que se trata el premio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Elegir y enlazar cinco blogs para continuar el premio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Anotar las reglas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-El diseño y reglas del premio son inalterables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Supongo que el premio quiere reconocer a aquellas personas que se anima a usar su imaginacion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y que lo hacen sanamente, que expresan ideas puras, interiores y personales..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;el premio sera entregado a los siguientes blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://telodigor.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://creatividadenblanco.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://holajuansantiago.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://laultimarosa.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;http://apocrifasia.blogspot.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;espero les guste.. a mi me encanto el premio te lo agradezco mucho!! besos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&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/9100029184746702573-4244154801943768972?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4244154801943768972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=4244154801943768972&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4244154801943768972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4244154801943768972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/premio_18.html' title='Premio!!'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sILX-yQQ6oM/SwSDu9QNHuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WKV0g0dBeq8/s72-c/Premio+Blog+Fantasia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8773676035877218632</id><published>2009-11-17T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:45:24.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SwNybO2rxMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FbD3kz7H1dk/s1600/1191881248_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SwNybO2rxMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FbD3kz7H1dk/s320/1191881248_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;Caminando por senderos sin luz, veo el sol que aparece y un amanecer alumbra mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;con la esperanza marchita entre mis manos, vi que mi suerte se alejaba y era imposible para mi alcanzarla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;pero supe que son tropiezos de la vida, que lo malo es parte de ella asi como lo son las cosas buenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;que no todo puede salir como kieres, que siempre algo va a ir mal para hacerte recordar que nada sale como lo planeas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;Y hoy se que todo lo que deseo algun dia se hara realidad si me esfuerzo, y esos HOY son mis lindos momentos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;aunque todo lo demas se derrume y me este aplastando.. Confio en la paz que me dan ciertas palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;Confio en la certeza de que todo siempre mejora si yo creo que puedo salir adelante..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;Me dan risa esas idas y vueltas.. cuando te esperas el problema no aparece.. y cuando menos te lo esperas viene y te derrumba el pequeño castillo que con tanto esfuerzo hiciste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;Pero se que puedo salir adelante, se que mis sueños valen oro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SwNyF4exBcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/G1rpA6Cq4ns/s1600/e3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SwNyF4exBcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/G1rpA6Cq4ns/s320/e3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Ningun sueño mio dejara de existir mientras yo no los abandone&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/9100029184746702573-8773676035877218632?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8773676035877218632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8773676035877218632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8773676035877218632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8773676035877218632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/caminando-por-senderos-sin-luz-veo-el.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SwNybO2rxMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FbD3kz7H1dk/s72-c/1191881248_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8944794845977637257</id><published>2009-11-13T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:58:34.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vete lejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sv44kJ6gLyI/AAAAAAAAATk/cK64Gu5Pqh4/s1600-h/1168494532_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sv44kJ6gLyI/AAAAAAAAATk/cK64Gu5Pqh4/s320/1168494532_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Ya no mas, solo necesito que te vayas de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt; Just Walk Away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;esas palabras que tienes para decirme ya no me interesan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;y si algo sirve para matar tu ego es confesarte que es imposible para mi amarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Porque eras incapaz de decir lo que sientías, eras incapaz de darme lo que queria, escondiendote en excusas&amp;nbsp; que daban risa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Decime, de que creiste que se trataba todo en este tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;no alcancé a aprenderme tu nombre ¿Me diras quien eres?¿ Que personaje usabas cuando yo te hablaba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;siento no ser quien querias que fuera, siento no ser perfecta, siento no poder seguir tus caminos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Pero no siento ser quien soy, y se que jamas valiste mi pena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Me diste justamente lo que yo no merecia, lo que no necesitaba &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;No podia parar mi sufrimiento y todo se conviertio en un show del que ya no tengo ganas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Debiste saber desde el principio que jamas podrias cambiarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;siempre pense que no necesitaria otra cosa que tu mirada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Pero hoy me doy cuenta que no necesito nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;no necesito tu simpatía no hay nada que puedas decir o hacer por mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No hay nada que puedas enseñarme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;Vete lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Walk Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sv440ST91AI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZGl5ybHlpIc/s1600-h/desnuda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sv440ST91AI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZGl5ybHlpIc/s320/desnuda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-8944794845977637257?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8944794845977637257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8944794845977637257&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8944794845977637257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8944794845977637257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/vete-lejos.html' title='Vete lejos'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sv44kJ6gLyI/AAAAAAAAATk/cK64Gu5Pqh4/s72-c/1168494532_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-3287397423348153075</id><published>2009-11-11T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:22:52.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Svt_OkIuGZI/AAAAAAAAATc/qPiWbP6vXz8/s1600-h/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Svt_OkIuGZI/AAAAAAAAATc/qPiWbP6vXz8/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me haces mal, pero soy incapaz de dejarte ir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&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/9100029184746702573-3287397423348153075?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3287397423348153075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=3287397423348153075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3287397423348153075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3287397423348153075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-haces-mal-pero-soy-incapaz-de.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Svt_OkIuGZI/AAAAAAAAATc/qPiWbP6vXz8/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8165371687230099178</id><published>2009-11-10T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:00:16.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No se si lo que pasa esta bien o mal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;jamas fue facil sentir lo que siento, y se que no me lleva a ningun lado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quizas sea algo que jamas puedas comprender pero se que mis sentimientos se van lejos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;se van de mi y no puedo retenerlos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;El amor nunca fue una buena cura para mi obsesión, porque no fui capas de dejar de sentir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;y lo unico que logre fue amarte de mas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tirando indirectas que no supe si eran de verdad o solo te gusta jugar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me senti como si quisiera desaparecer y no ser mas la sombra que no vale la pena..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;la obsesion se fue haciendo mas grande y ya no dormia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pensando, sintiendo tantas cosas que jamas supiste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;llorando, gritando palabras mudas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;soñando que te decia que estaba bien&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;porque me preguntabas y porque te interesaba..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; pero solo hacia eso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;soñaba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvpEwrsMZ4I/AAAAAAAAATU/RbSzzvLsNA0/s1600-h/seduccion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvpEwrsMZ4I/AAAAAAAAATU/RbSzzvLsNA0/s320/seduccion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9100029184746702573-8165371687230099178?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8165371687230099178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8165371687230099178&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8165371687230099178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8165371687230099178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-se-si-lo-que-pasa-esta-bien-o-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvpEwrsMZ4I/AAAAAAAAATU/RbSzzvLsNA0/s72-c/seduccion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1989044336686157736</id><published>2009-11-09T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:54:51.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;No hay como poner distancia con el objeto amado para convertirlo en algo irresistible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;Mientras mas lejos estes mas sera mi obsesión.. y Quizas que cuando porfin te vea ya no seras mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;Es pasmoso lo mucho que aguanto en el amor cuando estoy dispuesta a mentirme..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: center;"&gt;inventando excusas que respondan las preguntas que no sos capas de responder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvidpXz2naI/AAAAAAAAATM/IVFp8TlHw4Y/s1600-h/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvidpXz2naI/AAAAAAAAATM/IVFp8TlHw4Y/s320/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9100029184746702573-1989044336686157736?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1989044336686157736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1989044336686157736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1989044336686157736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1989044336686157736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-hay-como-poner-distancia-con-el.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvidpXz2naI/AAAAAAAAATM/IVFp8TlHw4Y/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-4279659622831208512</id><published>2009-11-06T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:17:36.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvT0fSaTQRI/AAAAAAAAASc/3jFTIQltiME/s1600-h/AkyaqIo2DQEp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvT0fSaTQRI/AAAAAAAAASc/3jFTIQltiME/s320/AkyaqIo2DQEp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagarás el precio de mi corazón robado..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pagarás el precio de mis labios destrozados y mis uñas rotas..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tendras que entregarte entero..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estar dispuesto a morir entre mis labios..&lt;/b&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/9100029184746702573-4279659622831208512?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4279659622831208512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=4279659622831208512&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4279659622831208512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4279659622831208512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/pagaras-el-precio-de-mi-corazon-robado.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvT0fSaTQRI/AAAAAAAAASc/3jFTIQltiME/s72-c/AkyaqIo2DQEp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1656140296422777126</id><published>2009-11-04T15:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:26:37.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premio!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I793C2Q3yR4/Su4dlD9UxgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cFUiC3dzKUY/s1600/premioBlog1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I793C2Q3yR4/Su4dlD9UxgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cFUiC3dzKUY/s320/premioBlog1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok.. blog que me otorgo el premio..COMO TE LO DIGO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;y bueno a continuacion dire 10 cosas honestas sobre mí:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1-&amp;nbsp; no me baño los viernes jiji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2- odio dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3-soy insegura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4- hablo boludeces todo el dia, me gusta hacer reir a mis amigas xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5-amo el chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6-me encanta el coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7- siento que me enamore por primera vez ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8-Me gusta Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9-no me gusta mentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;10- YA NO SE QUE DECIIR xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MUCHAS GRACIAS POR EL PREMIO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ayer el blog andaba muy mal.. quise hacer el post pero solo pude poner el titulo ajjaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/9100029184746702573-1656140296422777126?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1656140296422777126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1656140296422777126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1656140296422777126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1656140296422777126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/premio.html' title='Premio!!!'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I793C2Q3yR4/Su4dlD9UxgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/cFUiC3dzKUY/s72-c/premioBlog1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-2758247100072212855</id><published>2009-11-04T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:34:00.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Quiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvGstPf-rCI/AAAAAAAAASU/gwf3AKca6po/s1600-h/y1pqStw6Jc6jKI2ZdQWgt4StQpcYniCS62eTdYYigi3AZuswyNw9SjNK6MgbJndUhe5uER00XAbOTk%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvGstPf-rCI/AAAAAAAAASU/gwf3AKca6po/s320/y1pqStw6Jc6jKI2ZdQWgt4StQpcYniCS62eTdYYigi3AZuswyNw9SjNK6MgbJndUhe5uER00XAbOTk%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;y creo que este mundo&lt;br /&gt;es muy pequeño&lt;br /&gt;no cabe en el todo lo que yo siento&lt;br /&gt;te quiero y pienso&lt;br /&gt;que el tiempo no ha borrado nuestros sueños&lt;br /&gt;que cada dia es mas grande y&lt;br /&gt;mas perfecto&lt;br /&gt;no miento si te vuelvo a recordar&lt;br /&gt;que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;es grande y muy cierto te adoro&lt;br /&gt;eres mi risa mi llanto y mi tesoro nunca,&lt;br /&gt;nunca te me vallas a escapar&lt;br /&gt;y te quiero  es grande y muy cierto te adoro&lt;br /&gt;eres mi risa mi llanto y mi tesoro nunca,&lt;br /&gt;nunca te me vallas a escapar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero&lt;br /&gt;y espero que tu amor sea sincero&lt;br /&gt;pues yo sin tu calor me desespero,&lt;br /&gt;te quiero y no puedo imaginar&lt;br /&gt;mi vida sin tus besos tus caricias,&lt;br /&gt;tus abrazos, tus excesos&lt;br /&gt;no miento si te vuelvo a recordar&lt;br /&gt;que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;es grande y muy cierto&lt;br /&gt;te adoro eres mi risa mi llanto&lt;br /&gt;y mi tesoro nunca, nunca te me vallas a escapar&lt;br /&gt;te quiero  es grande y muy cierto&lt;br /&gt;te adoro eres mi risa mi llanto&lt;br /&gt;y mi tesoro nunca, nunca te me vallas a escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero es grande y muy cierto te adoro&lt;br /&gt;eres mi risa mi llanto y mi tesoro nunca, nunca te me vallas a escapar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;LaQuintaEstacion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-2758247100072212855?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2758247100072212855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=2758247100072212855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2758247100072212855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2758247100072212855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-quiero.html' title='Te Quiero'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvGstPf-rCI/AAAAAAAAASU/gwf3AKca6po/s72-c/y1pqStw6Jc6jKI2ZdQWgt4StQpcYniCS62eTdYYigi3AZuswyNw9SjNK6MgbJndUhe5uER00XAbOTk%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7792250801823184829</id><published>2009-11-02T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:18:01.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;Recuerdame cuando este lejos.. y entonces pensaras, ¿Que fue de ella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;pero sera tarde, porque sere solo un recuerdo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;Recuerdame como aquella que te alegraba las tardes, la que te hacia reir y la que alguna vez quisiste correr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;Recuerda aquella chica cambiante, temeraria y demasiado habladora de a ratos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;la chica muda y ciega, que se quejaba mucho pero jamas hizo nada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Su-gtYHBqGI/AAAAAAAAASE/rMeCoouSD_Y/s1600-h/piernasgoticas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Su-gtYHBqGI/AAAAAAAAASE/rMeCoouSD_Y/s320/piernasgoticas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; text-align: center;"&gt;Recuerdame como la sombra de algo que alguna vez quise ser pero duro solo un instante..&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/9100029184746702573-7792250801823184829?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7792250801823184829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7792250801823184829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7792250801823184829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7792250801823184829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/recuerdame.html' title='Recuerdame'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Su-gtYHBqGI/AAAAAAAAASE/rMeCoouSD_Y/s72-c/piernasgoticas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-3995836545550967049</id><published>2009-10-29T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:01:12.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey chico estoy cansada.. estoy enferma y cansada de tratar de leer tu mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Suo6uEYc32I/AAAAAAAAAR0/yjEnZTiXsHM/s1600-h/marissasaavedra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Suo6uEYc32I/AAAAAAAAAR0/yjEnZTiXsHM/s320/marissasaavedra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/9100029184746702573-3995836545550967049?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3995836545550967049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=3995836545550967049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3995836545550967049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3995836545550967049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-chico-estoy-cansada.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Suo6uEYc32I/AAAAAAAAAR0/yjEnZTiXsHM/s72-c/marissasaavedra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8811640726274379349</id><published>2009-10-24T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:30:52.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos premios mas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gracias a los chicos!! Rosi, Uli gracias por los premios!! me ponen contenta :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SuPh3tBbTCI/AAAAAAAAARc/JexaoGoWXr4/s1600-h/premio+blog.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SuPh3tBbTCI/AAAAAAAAARc/JexaoGoWXr4/s320/premio+blog.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SuPibq87LQI/AAAAAAAAARk/knn-zekYYbA/s1600-h/premio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SuPibq87LQI/AAAAAAAAARk/knn-zekYYbA/s320/premio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-8811640726274379349?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8811640726274379349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8811640726274379349&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8811640726274379349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8811640726274379349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/dos-premios-mas.html' title='Dos premios mas!!!'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SuPh3tBbTCI/AAAAAAAAARc/JexaoGoWXr4/s72-c/premio+blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1326332106665234198</id><published>2009-10-24T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:51:21.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Ya veras Soledad que jamas todo termina siendo verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;lo unico que puedes manejar son tus sueños, la realidad se te escapa de las manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Cuantas veces deseaste estar en el lugar de otro cuando los problemas llegaron a tu vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;y sin embargo pensaste, no, no me dejare vencer, caiste una y otra vez y tuviste la fuerza necesaria para levantarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;conseguiste que lo imposible se hiciera realidad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;pero hoy nada de eso pasa y solo sueñas. Te sientes traicionada, quieres llorar y no encuentras nada que te consuele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime Soledad en que punto de tu vida perdiste quien eras.. dejaste de ser fuerte. Por qué soñaste demasiado y eso te hizo ser vencida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;Estaras bien mañana? Te levantaras con una sonrisa y pretenderas que nada ha pasado? Tendras el valor de levantarte de esta caída? Volveras a ser quién eras dejando en el pasado el dolor que te ha causado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SuNMKG1iyvI/AAAAAAAAARU/-mhW-qjCi-0/s1600-h/ilusion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SuNMKG1iyvI/AAAAAAAAARU/-mhW-qjCi-0/s320/ilusion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Y yo siempre sentire que el dueño de mi corazón es él &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/9100029184746702573-1326332106665234198?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1326332106665234198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1326332106665234198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1326332106665234198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1326332106665234198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/soledad.html' title='Soledad'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SuNMKG1iyvI/AAAAAAAAARU/-mhW-qjCi-0/s72-c/ilusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7019844707897854664</id><published>2009-10-23T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:18:09.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premio!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I793C2Q3yR4/SuF-SAG0zXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZbuEjrsyjn4/s1600/alma+con+arte.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I793C2Q3yR4/SuF-SAG0zXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZbuEjrsyjn4/s320/alma+con+arte.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;Hola me llego un premio desde Como te lo digo!! y me ha encantado, bueno ahora respondere las rpeguntas gracias!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: magenta; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;¿EN QUE ANIMAL TE REENCARNARÍAS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Supongo que me reencarnaria en un pajaro.. pero en una montaña cosa que no me maten a piedrazos xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ALGO SIN LO QUE NO PUEDES ESTAR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;INo puedo estar sin leer algo, sin mi familia, y sin ver alguna buena imagen muy bella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;QUE ES LO QUE MAS APRECIAS DE UNA PERSONA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Supongo que su amistad y obvio su sentido del humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SUELO VESTIR DE COLOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tengo mucha ropa negra, pero regularmente me pongo todos los colores menos amarillo puaj xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TRES PALABRAS QUE ME DEFINAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Histerica:P, Buena amiga , terca JAJAJA Las tengo todas xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;UN LUGAR AL QUE VIAJARIAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Viajaria por Italia y España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;TU CITA FAVORITA DE LIBRO O PELICULA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; me gustan muchas de Paulo Coelho, de Anne Rice, de libros que he leido que no me acuerdo los autores.. seria una pena poner algunas y olvidar otras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ALGO QUE QUIERAS HACER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Tirarme de un puente atada de esas sogas.. siempre quise hacerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;MI MAYOR MONOSIDAD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;El acido formico y yo no nos llevamos bien xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Aqui estan los blogs premiados&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solovampiros y misterio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fc-thumbnail" jsinstance="3" jsselect="safeSlice($this.asArray(), 0, numPreviewItems)" jstcache="23"&gt;&lt;div class="fc-member-large-thumb" jstcache="0"&gt;&lt;div class="fc-member-large-thumb-name" jscontent="getDisplayName()" jstcache="31"&gt;juan_santiago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;MOMENTOS DE LA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fc-member-large-thumb" jstcache="0"&gt;ISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fc-member-large-thumb" jstcache="0"&gt;Deep Love Feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fc-member-large-thumb" jstcache="0"&gt;El blog sin nombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fc-member-large-thumb" jstcache="0"&gt;Agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fc-member-large-thumb" jstcache="0"&gt;Apocrifacia&lt;br /&gt;I`am my own Nemesis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fc-member-large-thumb" jstcache="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-7019844707897854664?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7019844707897854664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7019844707897854664&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7019844707897854664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7019844707897854664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/premio.html' title='Premio!!'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I793C2Q3yR4/SuF-SAG0zXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZbuEjrsyjn4/s72-c/alma+con+arte.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8504389308191341440</id><published>2009-10-16T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:37:46.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/StlXWdoxCeI/AAAAAAAAARM/ItRdXOz1Hwg/s1600-h/mujerpiernasarriba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/StlXWdoxCeI/AAAAAAAAARM/ItRdXOz1Hwg/s400/mujerpiernasarriba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393438072177232354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estoy  esperando que me digas esas palabras que me haran quedarme toda la vida, o que no las digas y huir como cobarde..&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu desinteres divide mi corazon, aunque no te des cuenta o no te importe.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy esperando que salga el sol y se lleve las tristezas de este dia,&lt;br /&gt;que con su amanecer se lleve lejos de mi esta noche que parece no tener fin.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy deseando que deje de llover dentro mio, y que en mi corazon nazca un arcoiris.&lt;br /&gt;Este camino que recorro parece no tener fín, y mis pies descalzos estan lastimados..&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos dejaron de verte hace mucho y a mis pupilas se las comio el fuego de tu ausencia..&lt;br /&gt;mis dedos ya no te recorren y mis uñas se gastaron de tanto buscar recuerdos..&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/9100029184746702573-8504389308191341440?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8504389308191341440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8504389308191341440&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8504389308191341440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8504389308191341440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/estoy-esperando-que-me-digas-esas.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/StlXWdoxCeI/AAAAAAAAARM/ItRdXOz1Hwg/s72-c/mujerpiernasarriba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6176930256890186939</id><published>2009-10-14T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:15:10.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/StZnNGcW-eI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SDuhQMpML58/s1600-h/gotico45vidagp6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/StZnNGcW-eI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SDuhQMpML58/s400/gotico45vidagp6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392611078588266978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Un bosque en silencio pide cobrarse una vida a gritos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;los susurros desesperan y los muertos empiezan a cobrar vida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;agonia, dolor, gritos pidiendo auxilio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;la luz esta lejos, los demonios comen almas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;la locura de los que escuchan se va transmitiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;los muertos se arrastran, gimen y gritan de dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;las victimas lloran pero nadie los ayuda, los muertos rien, los espiritus vuelven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;y los vemos como se arrastran, el miedo es palpable el panico hace sangrar las manos&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/9100029184746702573-6176930256890186939?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6176930256890186939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6176930256890186939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6176930256890186939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6176930256890186939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-bosque-en-silencio-pide-cobrarse-una.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/StZnNGcW-eI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SDuhQMpML58/s72-c/gotico45vidagp6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8155044779544280195</id><published>2009-10-11T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:46:54.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sera la ultima vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/StJDE5chqNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/B1pbSvIyhgs/s1600-h/595592un5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/StJDE5chqNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/B1pbSvIyhgs/s400/595592un5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391445455334910162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Esta es la ultima vez que dejare de mentir sobre mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;algo esta cambiando y no soy especificamente yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;olvidame, que no me mereces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dejare de mentir cuando vos dejes de mentirme..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sera la ultima vez que intentes olvidarme ya despues simplemente ni lo intentaras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;quizas quieras entender porque ya no quiero quedarme..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y diras que no queres estar mas, trataras de recordarme..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pero una y otra vez te dire que algo esta cambiando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;no sabes si irte o seguramente piensas en retenerme..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pero esta sera la ultima vez que hablemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; y tendras que ser inteligente y decirme lo que quiero escuchar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;despertaras pensando que quizas fue un mal sueño..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pero no es sueño es realidad, es mi realidad&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/9100029184746702573-8155044779544280195?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8155044779544280195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8155044779544280195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8155044779544280195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8155044779544280195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/sera-la-ultima-vez.html' title='Sera la ultima vez'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/StJDE5chqNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/B1pbSvIyhgs/s72-c/595592un5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8856714659517867360</id><published>2009-10-09T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:50:25.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Ss92GMcsizI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QybgkWUlxm8/s1600-h/70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Ss92GMcsizI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QybgkWUlxm8/s400/70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390657127778650930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Debilidad por lo oscuro, atraida por la maldad que despide tu piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu mirada profunda hace que mi mente te sueñe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que mis labios te nombren&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/9100029184746702573-8856714659517867360?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8856714659517867360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8856714659517867360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8856714659517867360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8856714659517867360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_09.html' title='/'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Ss92GMcsizI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QybgkWUlxm8/s72-c/70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6099058840144056518</id><published>2009-10-06T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:55:58.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Ssuuy8SYfYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0zYYsWpkWL4/s1600-h/gotico7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Ssuuy8SYfYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0zYYsWpkWL4/s400/gotico7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389593569278852482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;Y no le encuentro explicación a odiarte tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;" &gt;y estar loca por tu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-6099058840144056518?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6099058840144056518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6099058840144056518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6099058840144056518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6099058840144056518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-no-le-encuentro-explicacion-odiarte.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Ssuuy8SYfYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0zYYsWpkWL4/s72-c/gotico7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-3770373658316806689</id><published>2009-10-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:44:21.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsjCu3CyDTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7IRZ9wAiA9U/s1600-h/broken_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsjCu3CyDTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7IRZ9wAiA9U/s400/broken_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388771064454188338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Me pregunto desde hace cuanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;mi corazón empezó a doler algunas veces..&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/9100029184746702573-3770373658316806689?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3770373658316806689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=3770373658316806689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3770373658316806689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3770373658316806689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-pregunto-desde-hace-cuanto-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsjCu3CyDTI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7IRZ9wAiA9U/s72-c/broken_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7724766479547214010</id><published>2009-10-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T08:32:58.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Si te dijera que me obsesionas tanto que me falta el aire, que me dirias?&lt;br /&gt;y si tambien te digo que me cuesta dormir en las noches, y miles de mariposas invaden mi estomago, que me contestas a eso?&lt;br /&gt;te digo que imagino el olor de tu piel y miles de sensaciones me hacen sentir tuya..&lt;br /&gt;cuantas veces sueño con un nosotros, y te imagino y te sueño miles de veces hasta el cansancio, pero no me canso..&lt;br /&gt;me hablas y sonrío, pero luego te miro sin decir nada..&lt;br /&gt;nada pasa, pero seguis ahi, presente en mi, tan lejos y tan cerca que siento que puedo tocarte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsVq8CPG5jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VkmPtsQ7ziY/s1600-h/pasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsVq8CPG5jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VkmPtsQ7ziY/s400/pasion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387830108843599410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-7724766479547214010?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7724766479547214010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7724766479547214010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7724766479547214010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7724766479547214010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/si-te-dijera-que-me-obsecionas-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsVq8CPG5jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VkmPtsQ7ziY/s72-c/pasion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6903931670556063259</id><published>2009-10-01T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:57:39.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsVB123I6XI/AAAAAAAAAP0/TvhVPwGa58k/s1600-h/Gotitas+de+dolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsVB123I6XI/AAAAAAAAAP0/TvhVPwGa58k/s400/Gotitas+de+dolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387784922734324082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No quiero verte llorar si estas conmigo..&lt;br /&gt;Pero tampoco quiero verte feliz con ella..&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/9100029184746702573-6903931670556063259?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6903931670556063259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6903931670556063259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6903931670556063259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6903931670556063259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsVB123I6XI/AAAAAAAAAP0/TvhVPwGa58k/s72-c/Gotitas+de+dolor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-3562826187385704447</id><published>2009-09-30T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:50:59.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yo juro miles, de millones de veces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;nunca permitir que te alejes de mi lado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsOXwiiCRhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Kkz3gmi1Nmk/s1600-h/1212616440_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsOXwiiCRhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Kkz3gmi1Nmk/s400/1212616440_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387316439424321042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-3562826187385704447?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3562826187385704447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=3562826187385704447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3562826187385704447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/3562826187385704447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-juro-miles-de-millones-de-veces.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsOXwiiCRhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Kkz3gmi1Nmk/s72-c/1212616440_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6016610875699305714</id><published>2009-09-27T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T19:17:42.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsAckUsdrQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mQi1sA6-Oo4/s1600-h/sexy-004-28-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsAckUsdrQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mQi1sA6-Oo4/s400/sexy-004-28-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386336564691184898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Porque sera que me gustan las cosas mas locas de vos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;y tus mas grandes defectos me atraen a mas no poder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;y se que no podras vivr sin mi, lo se..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;nadie te admira como lo hago yo, nadie lo hace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;tarde o temprano caeras mi amor, ya lo veras..&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/9100029184746702573-6016610875699305714?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6016610875699305714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6016610875699305714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6016610875699305714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6016610875699305714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/porque-sera-que-me-gustan-las-cosas-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SsAckUsdrQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/mQi1sA6-Oo4/s72-c/sexy-004-28-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1965183907515443658</id><published>2009-09-26T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:02:08.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Señor Amante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sr5IzZuqULI/AAAAAAAAAPc/90pncgHLD6w/s1600-h/cosa-mi-fai-sentire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sr5IzZuqULI/AAAAAAAAAPc/90pncgHLD6w/s400/cosa-mi-fai-sentire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385822252298817714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Quisiera gritar, tremendo este amor&lt;br /&gt;Es fruta prohibida de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Amor en secreto, dos vidas calladas&lt;br /&gt;Perfume, experiencia que queda en mi almohada&lt;br /&gt;Yo bebo el veneno, de un beso en la boca&lt;br /&gt;Seguirte los pasos, hacerme tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;Guardarme tu nombre apretando los dientes&lt;br /&gt;Cadenas de fuego quemando mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Señor amante&lt;br /&gt;Que me arrastra, me encarcela&lt;br /&gt;Y como el viento usted me lleva a cualquier parte&lt;br /&gt;Amante mío&lt;br /&gt;Me devora como el fuego y beso a beso&lt;br /&gt;este mundo, compartimos&lt;br /&gt;Señor amante&lt;br /&gt;Tan presente está en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Una historia, entre nosotros, tan prohibida&lt;br /&gt;Mi buen amante&lt;br /&gt;Cometemos el delito más hermoso&lt;br /&gt;y más sentido, que es amarse&lt;br /&gt;Me queda en el cuerpo un gusto a triunfo&lt;br /&gt;Mentir que has estado, en casa de amigos&lt;br /&gt;Volver a esperarte golpeando mi puerta&lt;br /&gt;Sentirte tan mio y yo, tan entera&lt;br /&gt;Yo bebo el veneno, de un beso en la boca&lt;br /&gt;Seguirte los pasos, hacerme tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;Guardarme tu nombre apretando los dientes&lt;br /&gt;Cadenas de fuego quemando mi mente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señor amante&lt;br /&gt;Que me arrastra, me encarcela&lt;br /&gt;Y como el viento usted me lleva a cualquier parte...&lt;br /&gt;Amante mío&lt;br /&gt;Me devora como el fuego y beso a beso&lt;br /&gt;este mundo, compartimos...&lt;br /&gt;Señor amante&lt;br /&gt;Tan presente está en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Una historia, entre nosotros, tan prohibida&lt;br /&gt;Mi buen amante&lt;br /&gt;Cometemos el delito más hermoso&lt;br /&gt;y más sentido, que es amarse....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-1965183907515443658?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1965183907515443658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1965183907515443658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1965183907515443658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1965183907515443658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/senor-amante.html' title='Señor Amante'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sr5IzZuqULI/AAAAAAAAAPc/90pncgHLD6w/s72-c/cosa-mi-fai-sentire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-5426855726521768503</id><published>2009-09-25T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:07:04.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SE TE NOTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se te nota, porque estás muy agresiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;la mirada siempre esquiva vida mía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se te nota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se te nota, porque finges al hablarme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;y pretendes simularme, vida mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se te nota, se te nota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se te nota, porque tratas disculparte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;y te das por enojarte, vida mía, se te nota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;se te nota, pues te encuentro muy distante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;se te nota vida mía que tu tienes u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;n amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;se te nota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y mas yo conseguiré que tú vuelvas a mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;y yo he de luchar, tu amor no lo perdí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;será del tiempo aquel, una nueva versión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;y a tí, a tí mi corazón amor dedicaré,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;y en trozos de papel, poesías volv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;erá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;las flores que te dí, de nuevo las tendrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sabes, se te nota, sí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;se te nota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se te nota, que ya vuelves en tu paso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;a refugiarte entre mis brazos como a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;ntes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se te nota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se te nota, que al tratar sustituirme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;no pudieron destruirme vida mía y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;se te nota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Se te nota, que me sigues adorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;y al mirarme estás pensando: es mi hombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;y se te nota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;soy tu hombre y se te nota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;soy tu hombre, sí , y se te nota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sandro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sr0UBsXF4oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WPjzZYQ2BAU/s1600-h/La+Amante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sr0UBsXF4oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WPjzZYQ2BAU/s400/La+Amante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385482748725420674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-5426855726521768503?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5426855726521768503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=5426855726521768503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5426855726521768503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5426855726521768503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/se-te-nota.html' title='SE TE NOTA'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sr0UBsXF4oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WPjzZYQ2BAU/s72-c/La+Amante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-556937396373996709</id><published>2009-09-25T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:45:44.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Srzzns36DVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4alAtuT0dAU/s1600-h/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Srzzns36DVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4alAtuT0dAU/s400/triste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385447117814369618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; No quiero  tener que sufrir por su piel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero morirme de pena por el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; No quiero dejarme caer en su red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero tener que esperar mas por el&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/9100029184746702573-556937396373996709?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/556937396373996709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=556937396373996709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/556937396373996709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/556937396373996709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-quiero-tener-que-sufrir-por-su-piel.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Srzzns36DVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4alAtuT0dAU/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7204541713940482049</id><published>2009-09-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:29:26.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrudhBRPXpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VywSJk3Nsag/s1600-h/mariposas11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrudhBRPXpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VywSJk3Nsag/s400/mariposas11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385070970053549714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La mariposa que una vez&lt;br /&gt;se posó en mi dedo,&lt;br /&gt;ya hace mucho que echó a volar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; y, sin embargo,&lt;br /&gt;todavía siento el tembloroso palpitar&lt;br /&gt;de sus alas sobre mi piel.&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/9100029184746702573-7204541713940482049?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7204541713940482049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7204541713940482049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7204541713940482049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7204541713940482049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrudhBRPXpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/VywSJk3Nsag/s72-c/mariposas11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-9100251170444611797</id><published>2009-09-23T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:19:08.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrrI783UHCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8Fphb1molYs/s1600-h/De-espaldas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrrI783UHCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8Fphb1molYs/s400/De-espaldas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384837236750818338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ven y devuélveme al fín,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; la sonrisa que se fué..&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/9100029184746702573-9100251170444611797?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/9100251170444611797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=9100251170444611797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/9100251170444611797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/9100251170444611797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/ven-y-devuelveme-al-fin-la-sonrisa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrrI783UHCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8Fphb1molYs/s72-c/De-espaldas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-2802007010541685137</id><published>2009-09-21T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:01:11.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrgTujPnUnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/THg_9X9QKzA/s1600-h/188029773mujeres-goticas-_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrgTujPnUnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/THg_9X9QKzA/s400/188029773mujeres-goticas-_23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384075044977070706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#c4cad4;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#c4cad4;"&gt;¡Eres un bello cielo de otoño,   claro y rosa!&lt;br /&gt; Pero en mí, la tristeza asciende como el mar,&lt;br /&gt; Y en su reflujo deja en mis cansados labios,&lt;br /&gt; El punzante recuerdo de sus limos amargos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#c4cad4;"&gt;-Se desliza tu mano por mi   agotado pecho;&lt;br /&gt; Lo que ella en vano busca, es un hueco asolado&lt;br /&gt; Por las feroces garras que esconde la mujer.&lt;br /&gt; Mi corazón no busques, fue pasto de las fieras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#c4cad4;"&gt;Ahora es como un palacio   saqueado por las turbas,&lt;br /&gt; Donde beben, se matan, se arrancan los cabellos.&lt;br /&gt; -Flota un perfume en torno de tu desnudo cuello!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#c4cad4;"&gt;¡Tú lo quieres, Belleza,   flagelo de las almas!&lt;br /&gt; Con tus ojos de fuego, como fiestas lujosas,&lt;br /&gt; ¡Calcina esos despojos que evitaron las fieras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#c4cad4;"&gt;Versión de Antonio Martínez Sarrión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-2802007010541685137?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2802007010541685137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=2802007010541685137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2802007010541685137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2802007010541685137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversacion.html' title='Conversación'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrgTujPnUnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/THg_9X9QKzA/s72-c/188029773mujeres-goticas-_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-9189250781509101766</id><published>2009-09-21T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:44:05.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realmente no estoy tan solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrgPqhgBuiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jBx4a2gDCig/s1600-h/me+imagino+a+lexam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrgPqhgBuiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jBx4a2gDCig/s400/me+imagino+a+lexam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384070577743051298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me tomo un cafe con tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;Y le enciendo un cigarro a la nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Le doy un beso en el cuello&lt;br /&gt;A tu espacio vacio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me juego un ajedrez con tu historia&lt;br /&gt;Y le acaricio la espalda a la memoria&lt;br /&gt;Seduciendo al par de zapatos azules&lt;br /&gt;Que olvidaste&lt;br /&gt;Y charlo de politica&lt;br /&gt;Con tu cepillo de dientes&lt;br /&gt;Con vision tan analitica&lt;br /&gt;Como cuando te arrepientes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realmente no estoy tan solo&lt;br /&gt;Quien te dijo que te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;Si aun te encuentro cocinando&lt;br /&gt;Algun recuerdo en la cocina&lt;br /&gt;O en la sombra que dibuja la cortina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realmente no estoy tan solo&lt;br /&gt;Quien te dijo que te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;Si uno no esta donde el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Sino donde mas lo extrañan&lt;br /&gt;Y aqui se te extraña tanto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu sigues aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Quien esta contigo&lt;br /&gt;Si ni siquiera estas tu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Platico con tus medias de seda&lt;br /&gt;Y le preparo un croissant al recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Mientras le rasco una rodilla&lt;br /&gt;A esta vida sin vida&lt;br /&gt;Le canto una cancion a la nada&lt;br /&gt;Y me burlo de la melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Mientras le subo el cierre&lt;br /&gt;A la falda de las ganas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sintiendo tantas cosas&lt;br /&gt;Realmente no estoy tan solo&lt;br /&gt;Sola tu que estas conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Y no te fuiste contigo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realmente no estoy tan solo&lt;br /&gt;Quien te dijo que te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;Si aun te encuentro cocinando&lt;br /&gt;Algun recuerdo en la cocina&lt;br /&gt;O en la sombra que dibuja la cortina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realmente no estoy tan solo&lt;br /&gt;Quien te dijo que te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;Si cargaste con el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Pero no con el recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Y el recuerdo esta conmigo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realmente no estoy tan solo&lt;br /&gt;Quien te dijo que te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;Si uno no esta donde el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Sino donde mas lo extrañan&lt;br /&gt;Y aqui se te extraña tanto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu sigues aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Quien esta contigo&lt;br /&gt;Si ni siquiera estas tu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-9189250781509101766?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/9189250781509101766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=9189250781509101766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/9189250781509101766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/9189250781509101766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/realmente-no-estoy-tan-solo.html' title='Realmente no estoy tan solo'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrgPqhgBuiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jBx4a2gDCig/s72-c/me+imagino+a+lexam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6160771172192741678</id><published>2009-09-19T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:24:23.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrXJicT-bVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/gN_VGRwtU9I/s1600-h/tsundere_vol01_ch01_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrXJicT-bVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/gN_VGRwtU9I/s400/tsundere_vol01_ch01_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383430523144006994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;TSUNDERE..&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/9100029184746702573-6160771172192741678?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6160771172192741678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6160771172192741678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6160771172192741678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6160771172192741678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrXJicT-bVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/gN_VGRwtU9I/s72-c/tsundere_vol01_ch01_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6225759897438108171</id><published>2009-09-19T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:01:08.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrWM20ZJlbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-QQj5YCZ_KQ/s1600-h/sensualidad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrWM20ZJlbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-QQj5YCZ_KQ/s400/sensualidad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383363802996250034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Tu, ciertamente, fuiste haciendote de mi&lt;br /&gt;muy lentamente, fuiste apareciendo&lt;br /&gt;yo, que creia que era todo para mi&lt;br /&gt;que buscaba revelarme..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-6225759897438108171?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6225759897438108171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6225759897438108171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6225759897438108171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6225759897438108171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/tu-ciertamente-fuiste-haciendote-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrWM20ZJlbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-QQj5YCZ_KQ/s72-c/sensualidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1912988609385013234</id><published>2009-09-18T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:00:27.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrPYS4hyjKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/m8vHWDcskjU/s1600-h/005_vather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrPYS4hyjKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/m8vHWDcskjU/s400/005_vather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382883798561229986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bajo tu cuidado otra vez&lt;br /&gt;no puedo decirte que no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;pides mi corazon y esta sangrando en tu mano&lt;br /&gt;no puedo decirte que no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no debiste haberme torturado tan dulcemente&lt;br /&gt;ahora no me puedo ir de este sueño&lt;br /&gt;no puedo respirar pero me siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suficientemente bueno&lt;br /&gt;me siento suficientemente bueno para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebe la dulce decadencia&lt;br /&gt;no puedo decirte que no&lt;br /&gt;y me he perdido totalmente y no me importa&lt;br /&gt;no puedo decirte que no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no debi haberte dejado conquistarme completamente&lt;br /&gt;ahora no me puedo ir de este sueño&lt;br /&gt;no puedo creer que me siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suficientemente bueno&lt;br /&gt;me siento suficientemente bueno&lt;br /&gt;a sido un largo tiempo llegar pero me siento bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y sigo esperando que la lluvia caiga&lt;br /&gt;lluvia intensa abajo mio&lt;br /&gt;poque no me puedo mantener en nada suficientemente bueno&lt;br /&gt;soy suficientemente bueno&lt;br /&gt;para que me ames tambien?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonces cuida lo que me pides&lt;br /&gt;porque no puedo decirte que no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-1912988609385013234?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1912988609385013234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1912988609385013234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1912988609385013234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1912988609385013234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-enough.html' title='Good enough'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrPYS4hyjKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/m8vHWDcskjU/s72-c/005_vather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-2376803908023556028</id><published>2009-09-18T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:32:49.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrOnq_KUDaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gSFQNQYibhI/s1600-h/3045075-2-stockings-and-stilettos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrOnq_KUDaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gSFQNQYibhI/s400/3045075-2-stockings-and-stilettos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382830336588909986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Juraría que no se bien lo que quiero..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-2376803908023556028?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2376803908023556028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=2376803908023556028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2376803908023556028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2376803908023556028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/juraria-que-no-se-bien-lo-que-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrOnq_KUDaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gSFQNQYibhI/s72-c/3045075-2-stockings-and-stilettos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7952342435235555678</id><published>2009-09-17T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:07:31.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrLrTvylhMI/AAAAAAAAANs/XGZ8EbqjP_g/s1600-h/stilettos-museo-del-traje-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrLrTvylhMI/AAAAAAAAANs/XGZ8EbqjP_g/s400/stilettos-museo-del-traje-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382623229139846338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;Volverán las oscuras                golondrinas&lt;br /&gt;             en tu balcón sus nidos a colgar,&lt;br /&gt;             y otra vez con el ala a sus cristales&lt;br /&gt;             jugando llamarán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pero aquellas que el vuelo                frenaban&lt;br /&gt;             tu hermosura y mi dicha al contemplar;&lt;br /&gt;             aquellas que aprendieron nuestros nombres,&lt;br /&gt;             ésas ... ¡no volverán!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;Volverán las tupidas                madreselvas&lt;br /&gt;             de tu jardín las tapias a escalar,&lt;br /&gt;             y otra vez a la tarde, aún más hermosas,&lt;br /&gt;             sus flores se abrirán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pero aquellas cuajadas de                rocío&lt;br /&gt;             cuyas gotas mirábamos temblar&lt;br /&gt;             y caer como lágrimas del día...&lt;br /&gt;             ésas ... ¡no volverán!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;Volverán del amor                en tus oídos&lt;br /&gt;             las palabras ardientes a sonar;&lt;br /&gt;             tu corazón, de sus profundo sueño&lt;br /&gt;             tal vez despertará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pero mudo y absorto y de                rodillas&lt;br /&gt;             como se adora a Dios ante su altar,&lt;br /&gt;             como yo te he querido... desengáñate&lt;br /&gt;             así ... ¡no te querrán!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (1836-1870)&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/9100029184746702573-7952342435235555678?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7952342435235555678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7952342435235555678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7952342435235555678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7952342435235555678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/volveran-las-oscuras-golondrinas-en-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrLrTvylhMI/AAAAAAAAANs/XGZ8EbqjP_g/s72-c/stilettos-museo-del-traje-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-182606056409596254</id><published>2009-09-16T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:33:02.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrFLZDWKVnI/AAAAAAAAANk/DNaiJrbfWlM/s1600-h/mujer_de_espaldas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrFLZDWKVnI/AAAAAAAAANk/DNaiJrbfWlM/s400/mujer_de_espaldas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382165923451524722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Lo nuestro pa empezar no es de novela&lt;br /&gt;ni de Romeos muriendo por Julietas&lt;br /&gt;ni haremos de Love Story la secuela&lt;br /&gt;ni somos de este circo marionetas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo nuestro tiene un poco de desquite&lt;br /&gt;y no comparte fines de semana&lt;br /&gt;lo nuestro se cocina en escondite&lt;br /&gt;y se sirve de a dos sobre la cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoy déjame ser tu hombre perfecto&lt;br /&gt;mientras que te aparece el indicado&lt;br /&gt;para casarte busca un arquitecto&lt;br /&gt;para hacer el amor un desalmado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo nuestro no pregunta por futuros&lt;br /&gt;jamás llegue o me fui con equipaje&lt;br /&gt;lo nuestro se sustenta en lo inseguro&lt;br /&gt;y no se ampara en celos ni chantajes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni tu ni yo, ni yo ni tu&lt;br /&gt;queremos que se contamine&lt;br /&gt;este amor que sin permiso&lt;br /&gt;durara hasta que termine&lt;br /&gt;ni tu ni yo&lt;br /&gt;estamos pa' los modales&lt;br /&gt;que requiere el protocolo&lt;br /&gt;de las páginas sociales&lt;br /&gt;ni tu ni yo, ni yo ni tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¿Me esta oyendo inútil?&lt;br /&gt;este amor durara hasta que tu quieras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo nuestro es por salvaje verdadero&lt;br /&gt;y no se ampara en códigos morales&lt;br /&gt;lo nuestro es clandestino y tan sincero&lt;br /&gt;que no precisa abrir mas sucursales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamas te amenacé ojo por ojo&lt;br /&gt;ni hago chantajes con lo que dijiste&lt;br /&gt;reinventas Kamasutras a tu antojo&lt;br /&gt;y nunca pregunté donde aprendiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni tu ni yo, ni yo ni tu&lt;br /&gt;queremos que se contamine&lt;br /&gt;este amor que sin permiso&lt;br /&gt;durara hasta que termine&lt;br /&gt;ni tu ni yo&lt;br /&gt;estamos pa' los modales&lt;br /&gt;que requiere el protocolo&lt;br /&gt;de las páginas sociales&lt;br /&gt;ni tu ni yo, ni yo ni tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni tu estas pa' jardín con sube y baja&lt;br /&gt;ni yo pa' barbecues ni domingadas&lt;br /&gt;aquí cada quien va para su casa&lt;br /&gt;y no se anda con tanta tarugada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-182606056409596254?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/182606056409596254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=182606056409596254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/182606056409596254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/182606056409596254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/lo-nuestro-pa-empezar-no-es-de-novela.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrFLZDWKVnI/AAAAAAAAANk/DNaiJrbfWlM/s72-c/mujer_de_espaldas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-5746275871268824894</id><published>2009-09-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:30:37.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrFKZtkxdnI/AAAAAAAAANc/wWkHKm8Hr1U/s1600-h/img_1207066272442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrFKZtkxdnI/AAAAAAAAANc/wWkHKm8Hr1U/s400/img_1207066272442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382164835275470450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;El sentimiento de querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;         como la luna quiere el mar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;         como el mar posee tu piel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;         la pasión se sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;         como la tierra siente tus pies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;         como el aire te llena de sus caricias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;         como yo suspiro por tenerte.&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/9100029184746702573-5746275871268824894?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5746275871268824894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=5746275871268824894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5746275871268824894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5746275871268824894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-sentimiento-de-querer-como-la-luna.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SrFKZtkxdnI/AAAAAAAAANc/wWkHKm8Hr1U/s72-c/img_1207066272442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-805810415221416417</id><published>2009-09-05T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:56:27.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SqNAioP2QqI/AAAAAAAAANU/GjF8tuWBfwo/s1600-h/20070317123318-espalda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SqNAioP2QqI/AAAAAAAAANU/GjF8tuWBfwo/s400/20070317123318-espalda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378213343674122914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hoy quiero que mis sueños no tengan fin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dejame ser, dejame brillar.. remolinos de luz, ganas de gritar, muchas sensaciones..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me viste caer, me viste tantas veces caer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; hoy quiero estar sola conmigo misma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y quizas llorar un rato, nada serio. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sentir escalosfrios al escuchar tu nombre, volar mientras escucho musica,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cantar una cancion que no me sepa, gritar sin que salga sonido de mi boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tanto tiempo que quedo en el tiempo, tantos dias muertos que no se donde fueron ni que hice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tantos caminos por seguir, tantas vidas que se fueron y otras que no vienen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ya no se donde estoy, ni como soy, no me encuentro en mi misma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y no se siente tan genial pero ya no puedo sentir otra cosa..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;quiero ir a ese lugar donde mis sueños se hagan realidad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;quiero ir a ese lugar donde nada sea lo que parece..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Necesito que algo me haga despertar de esta sensacion de vacío..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;llevame, llevame donde ya no pueda encontrarte, donde la soledad no me pese tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dejame lejos, donde ya no pueda verte y nisiquiera lo intente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;quiero estar en un lugar donde no este tentada a hablarte, donde mis sensaciones sean invisibles y nadie me diga que tan loca estoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;quiero estar metida en el mar, sintiendo la brisa fresca congelando mi cara, y que mis dedos frios ya no quieran encontrarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tu voz siempre fue como un susurro que me obligo a encontrarte, pero ya no quiero que pase, ya no quiero que estes en mi vida.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;vete, vete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tantos susurros que no dicen nada, tantas sombras que no dejan ver su cara.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tantas ganas de no estar mas pero sin embargo quisiera vivir para siempre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dejame ser, llevame lejos, donde ya no te encuentre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoL&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/9100029184746702573-805810415221416417?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/805810415221416417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=805810415221416417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/805810415221416417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/805810415221416417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoy-quiero-que-mis-suenos-no-tengan-fin.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SqNAioP2QqI/AAAAAAAAANU/GjF8tuWBfwo/s72-c/20070317123318-espalda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-4767153150214322562</id><published>2009-09-03T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:41:37.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SqBUHfIS3rI/AAAAAAAAANM/nEhm_spM5vk/s1600-h/la-agenda-de-la-felicidad-top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SqBUHfIS3rI/AAAAAAAAANM/nEhm_spM5vk/s400/la-agenda-de-la-felicidad-top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377390442672479922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:130%;"&gt;                   No tengo derecho a amarte, aunque te ame,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo quererte,                    aunque te quiera,&lt;br /&gt;ni puedo hablarte... porque ni me conoces                    aunque muera por ti.&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/9100029184746702573-4767153150214322562?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4767153150214322562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=4767153150214322562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4767153150214322562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4767153150214322562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-tengo-derecho-amarte-aunque-te-ame.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SqBUHfIS3rI/AAAAAAAAANM/nEhm_spM5vk/s72-c/la-agenda-de-la-felicidad-top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-243551587690096953</id><published>2009-09-02T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:19:41.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sp6pB-SzhjI/AAAAAAAAANE/x--rr9uYbLo/s1600-h/felicidad5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sp6pB-SzhjI/AAAAAAAAANE/x--rr9uYbLo/s400/felicidad5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376920856493786674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagina la felicidad y sencillamente ésta llega a tí. Imagina una sonrisa y ésta te hara reir.&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/9100029184746702573-243551587690096953?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/243551587690096953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=243551587690096953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/243551587690096953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/243551587690096953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/imagina-la-felicidad-y-sencillamente.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sp6pB-SzhjI/AAAAAAAAANE/x--rr9uYbLo/s72-c/felicidad5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-2668696460052197460</id><published>2009-09-01T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:49:41.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sp3cZ8JdwpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SB4OhPpsCg0/s1600-h/mariposi%C3%B1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sp3cZ8JdwpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SB4OhPpsCg0/s400/mariposi%C3%B1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376695868350907026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sp3cEwvE2lI/AAAAAAAAAM0/hmDP1ALAE2Q/s1600-h/mariposi%C3%B1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay algo más importante que la lógica: la imaginación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Alfred Hitchcock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&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/9100029184746702573-2668696460052197460?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/2668696460052197460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=2668696460052197460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2668696460052197460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/2668696460052197460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Sp3cZ8JdwpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/SB4OhPpsCg0/s72-c/mariposi%C3%B1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-4217575636663563147</id><published>2009-08-28T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:49:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elessar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-vTsLNvLbU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-vTsLNvLbU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.escucha.universia.com.ar/concurso/escucha-maqueta/ice-queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice Queen       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;From far away lands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;between mountains and white trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i can't stand the cold in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Who will set me free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing in the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a fairy from a tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i can feel it right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;the cold is fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;What is awaiting for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You came to me , you stare at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;you melted away all my fears, my frozen tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish that someday i can make you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;the same you made me feel tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My queen from far away snow lands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Everything in life has at least two points of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;don't make a mistake , your life is the price , don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;believe everything you see..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"A hunter and his prey ,A lover and his maid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;what's the difference? all depends on what you see..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You came to me , you stare at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;you melted away all my fears, my frozen tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish that someday i can make you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;the same you made me feel tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My queen from far away snow lands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Reina del Hielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;De tierras lejanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;entre montañas y arboles blancos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;no puedo soportar el frio en mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;quien me librará?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;danzando en la nieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;como una hada de un cuento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;puedo sentirlo ahora mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;el frío está desapareciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;que me espera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;viniste hacia mi, me miraste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;derretiste todos mis miedos, mi lágrimas congeladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;deseo algun dia poder hacerte sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;lo mismo que me hiciste sentir esta noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;mi reina de las lejanas tierras nevadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Todo en la vida tiene al menos dos puntos de vista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;no cometas un error, tu vida es el precio, no creas en todo lo que ves..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Un cazador y su presa, un amante y su doncella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;cual es la diferencia? todo depende de lo que veas..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;viniste hacia mi, me miraste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;derretiste todos mis miedos, mi lágrimas congeladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;deseo algun dia poder hacerte sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;lo mismo que me hiciste sentir esta noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;mi reina de las lejanas tierras nevadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letra por Ferdk&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/9100029184746702573-4217575636663563147?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4217575636663563147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=4217575636663563147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4217575636663563147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4217575636663563147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/elessar.html' title='Elessar!!'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-4965991213674101982</id><published>2009-08-25T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:51:09.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SpROn3L_T4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lZx8RAQ37xU/s1600-h/The_Truth_Is_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SpROn3L_T4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lZx8RAQ37xU/s400/The_Truth_Is_by_TheTragicTruth_Of_Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374006702095945602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavía yo siento tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;       y tu respiración sobre mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;       No hay quien me haga olvidar tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;       y sigo amándote hoy más que ayer&lt;br /&gt;       soñando con volverte a ver.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;Cada día que pasa más me mata tu ausencia y pierdo la fe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;" class="rojo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       con otra sacarte por siempre de mí,&lt;br /&gt;       decirte a la cara que no me haces falta&lt;br /&gt;       para poder vivir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;Quisiera borrarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;       quitar de mi boca tu dulce sabor.&lt;br /&gt;       No echarte de menos al llegar la noche&lt;br /&gt;       y sin reproche resignarme a tu adiós.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;Mas cuando creo que ya te he olvidado&lt;br /&gt;       descubro que aún te amo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;Sé que soy culpable de mi suerte&lt;br /&gt;       y que mi sufrimiento no te hará volver&lt;br /&gt;       y en mí otra vez creer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;Te hize llorar y me arrepiento,&lt;br /&gt;       amor cuanto lo siento;&lt;br /&gt;       si no te vuelvo a ver no sobreviviré.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;Cada día que pasa más me mata tu ausencia y pierdo la fe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;" class="rojo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       con otra sacarte por siempre de mí,&lt;br /&gt;       decirte a la cara que no me haces falta&lt;br /&gt;       para poder vivir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;Quisiera borrarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;       quitar de mi boca tu dulce sabor,&lt;br /&gt;       no echarte de menos al llegar la noche&lt;br /&gt;       y sin reproche resignarme a tu adiós&lt;br /&gt;       pero es que aún te amo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;" class="rojo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       con otra sacarte por siempre de mí&lt;br /&gt;       decirte a la cara que no me haces falta&lt;br /&gt;       para poder vivir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;Quisiera borrarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;       quitar de mi boca tu dulce sabor,&lt;br /&gt;       no echarte de menos al llegar la noche&lt;br /&gt;       y sin reproche resignarme a tu adiós.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); text-align: right;" class="rojo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera poder olvidarme de ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Quisiera poder borrarte de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;       Quitar de mi boca tu dulce sabor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-4965991213674101982?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4965991213674101982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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italic;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;You take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Oooh llevatela, llevatela lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Oooh ooh llevate mi respiración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Oooh ooh te llevas mi respiración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Mira en mis ojos y verás que soy el unico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Has capturado mi amor, robado mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Cambiaste mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Siempre que haces un movimiento destruyes mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Y la forma en que tocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Me hace perder el control y tiemblo profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Me dejas sin aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Puedes reducirme a lagrimas con solo un suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Cada respiro que tomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Cada sonido que haces es un susurro en mi oído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Podría perder mi vida por tan solo un beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Y seguramente moriría si me quitas tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Me dejas sin aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Asi que por favor no te vallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;No me dejes aquí solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Me dejaras tan solo de un momento a otro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Te encontraré, donde sea que vayas estaré tras de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Hasta el fin de la Tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;No dormiré hasta encontrarte y decirte que me dejas sin aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Te encontraré, donde sea que vayas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Hasta el fin de la Tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;No dormiré hasta encontrarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Y te diré cuando te encuentre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Llevate mi respiración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Llevate mi respiración… lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-3752956512079990318?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/3752956512079990318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=3752956512079990318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-5457656123923943661</id><published>2009-08-21T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:56:31.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando nadie me ve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/So9sKB0_EAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0aiOnC4TlM/s1600-h/despusdelsexo1ok6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/So9sKB0_EAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0aiOnC4TlM/s400/despusdelsexo1ok6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372631800021454850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuando nadie me ve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me elevo,doy mil volteretas&lt;br /&gt;a veces me encierro tras puertas abiertas&lt;br /&gt;a veces te cuento por que este silencio&lt;br /&gt;y es que a veces soy tuyo, y a veces del viento.&lt;br /&gt;a veces de un hilo y a veces de un ciento&lt;br /&gt;y hay veces, mi vida, te juro que pienso:&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué es tan difícil sentir como siento?&lt;br /&gt;sentir ¡como siento! que sea difícil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces te miro y a veces te dejas&lt;br /&gt;me prestas tus alas, revisas tus huellas&lt;br /&gt;a veces por todo aunque nunca me falles&lt;br /&gt;a veces soy tuyo y a veces de nadie&lt;br /&gt;a veces te juro de veras que siento,&lt;br /&gt;no darte la vida entera, darte sólo esos momentos&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué es tan dificil?...&lt;br /&gt;vivir solo es eso... vivir, solo es eso...&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué es tan dificil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve pongo el mundo del revés&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve no me limita la piel&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve puedo ser o no ser&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces me elevo, doy mil volteretas&lt;br /&gt;a veces me encierro tras puertas abiertas&lt;br /&gt;a veces te cuento por que este silencio&lt;br /&gt;y es que a veces soy tuyo y a veces del viento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te escribo desde los centros de mi propia existencia&lt;br /&gt;donde nacen las ansias la infinita esencia&lt;br /&gt;hay cosas muy tuyas que yo no comprendo&lt;br /&gt;y hay cosas tan mías pero es que yo no las veo&lt;br /&gt;supongo que pienso que yo no las tengo&lt;br /&gt;no entiendo mi vida,se encienden los versos&lt;br /&gt;que a oscuras te puedo,lo siento no acierto&lt;br /&gt;no enciendas las luces que tengo&lt;br /&gt;desnudos, el alma y el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando nadie me ve&lt;br /&gt;puedo ser o no ser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-5457656123923943661?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5457656123923943661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=5457656123923943661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5457656123923943661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5457656123923943661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuando-nadie-me-ve.html' title='Cuando nadie me ve'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/So9sKB0_EAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/M0aiOnC4TlM/s72-c/despusdelsexo1ok6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-20215904923201837</id><published>2009-08-17T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:45:12.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoojtY_bi5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/oOuYoRfrK8Q/s1600-h/161479_CNKNKVWAFTVYHJG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoojtY_bi5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/oOuYoRfrK8Q/s400/161479_CNKNKVWAFTVYHJG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371144768302320530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH YO, ACABO DE MORIR EN TUS BRAZOS ESTA NOCHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEBIÓ SER ALGO QUE DIJISTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ACABO DE MORIR EN TUS BRAZOS ESTA NOCHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIGO VIENDO ALGO QUE NO PUEDO OBTENER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CORAZONES ROTOS YACEN A MI ALREDEDOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y NO ENCUENTRO UN CAMINO FÁCIL PARA SALIR DE ESTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EL DIARIO DE ELLA ESTÁ EN LA CABECERA DE LA MESA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LAS CORTINAS ESTÁN CERRADAS, LOS GATOS EN LA CUNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QUIEN IBA A PENSAR QUE UN CHICO COMO YO PUDIERA LLEGAR A ESTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH YO, ACABO DE MORIR EN TUS BRAZOS ESTA NOCHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEBIÓ SER ALGO QUE DIJISTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ACABO DE MORIR EN TUS BRAZOS ESTA NOCHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH, YO, ACABO DE MORIR EN TUS BRAZOS ESTA NOCHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEBIÓ SER ALGUNA ESPECIE DE BESO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEBERÍA HABER HUIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAY ALGUNA CAUSA PARA SENTIRME ASÍ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EN LA SUPERFICIE SOY UN NOMBRE EN UNA LISTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TRATO DE SER DISCRETO, PERO ENTONCES LO ARRUINO DE NUEVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HE PERDIDO Y ENCONTRADO, ES MI ERROR FINAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ELLA AMA POR PODER, LO TOMA TODO SIN DAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PORQUE HE ESTADO EMOCIONADO CON UNA FANTASÍA MUCHAS VECES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH YO, ACABO DE MORIR EN TUS BRAZOS…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUE UNA NOCHE LARGA Y CALIENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ELLA LO HIZO FÁCIL, ELLA HIZO QUE SE SINTIERA BIEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PERO AHORA HA TERMINADO, ESE MOMENTO SE HA IDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HE SEGUIDO A MIS MANOS, NO A MI CABEZA, SE QUE ESTABA EQUIVOCADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH YO, ACABO DE MORIR EN TUS BRAZOS…&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;p align="center"&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/9100029184746702573-20215904923201837?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/20215904923201837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=20215904923201837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/20215904923201837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/20215904923201837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-yo-acabo-de-morir-en-tus-brazos-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoojtY_bi5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/oOuYoRfrK8Q/s72-c/161479_CNKNKVWAFTVYHJG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8706473647865274508</id><published>2009-08-16T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T00:13:51.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispering Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoexcTNo_0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0aftbVTJIgw/s1600-h/viento_solar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoexcTNo_0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0aftbVTJIgw/s400/viento_solar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370456180414545730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Whispering Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Como el viento susurrante me enviaste&lt;br /&gt;como el tiempo sin esperanzas que me diste&lt;br /&gt;Mire tus sueños deslizarse lejos&lt;br /&gt;Mire tus sueños deslizarse lejos&lt;br /&gt;Hay un lugar desesperado dentro de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Cuando miro dentro, veo donde estamos&lt;br /&gt;como el viento susurrante en la cima de mis arboles&lt;br /&gt;Mirare el cielo venir siguiendome&lt;br /&gt;como la lluvia sobre mi ventana, tarde, cada noche&lt;br /&gt;como la esperanza que tengo para nosotros en todo momento&lt;br /&gt;Es como el viento susurrante en la cima de los arboles&lt;br /&gt;Lo veo sacudirse como tu vienes hacia mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un viento susurrante lo siento por dentro&lt;br /&gt;como un lugar al que puedo sentir, pero nunca veré&lt;br /&gt;Deja que un susurro venga a tocar, tu vienes a tocar todo&lt;br /&gt;Permanezco en el camino de las cosas que puedo ser&lt;br /&gt;deja que el viento susurrante venga a elevarnos lejos&lt;br /&gt;deja que nos empuje aparte si deseamos quedarnos&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi dulzura, mi bebe, mi amor, para siempre&lt;br /&gt;Como el viento susurrante te hizo toda mia&lt;br /&gt;como el viento susurrante te mantienes aqui conmigo&lt;br /&gt;como el viento susurrante te mantienes aqui conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Veo todos tus sueños deslizarse lejos&lt;br /&gt;deslizarse lejos&lt;br /&gt;deslizarse lejos&lt;br /&gt;deslizarse lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-8706473647865274508?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8706473647865274508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8706473647865274508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8706473647865274508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8706473647865274508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/whispering-wind.html' title='Whispering Wind'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoexcTNo_0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/0aftbVTJIgw/s72-c/viento_solar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-9085172339424829641</id><published>2009-08-15T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:50:34.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoervYjQ4TI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4CFeqS6ODuU/s1600-h/0df1d6c08b855076772e709b3025b44a.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoervYjQ4TI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4CFeqS6ODuU/s400/0df1d6c08b855076772e709b3025b44a.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370449911195164978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Da,da,da,da...&lt;br /&gt;El olor de tu piel permanece en mi ahora,&lt;br /&gt;Probablemente estas en tu vuelo de regreso a casa,&lt;br /&gt;Necesito refigio para mi propia proteccion,bebe,&lt;br /&gt;Para estar conmigo y no con la calamidad,&lt;br /&gt;Paz,Serenidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CORO)&lt;br /&gt;Espero que sepas,espero que sepas,&lt;br /&gt;Que esto no tiene nada que ver contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Es personal,&lt;br /&gt;Entre mi y yo misma,&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos que endurezar algunas cosas,&lt;br /&gt;Y te extrañare como un niño extraña su mantita,&lt;br /&gt;Pero necesito seguir adelante con mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo de ser una niña grande ahora,&lt;br /&gt;Y las niñas grandes no lloran,&lt;br /&gt;No lloran,no lloran,no lloran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sendero en el que estoy caminando,&lt;br /&gt;Debo de atravesarlo sola,&lt;br /&gt;Debo de dar pasitos como de un bebe hasta que haya crecido,&lt;br /&gt;Los cuentos de hadas no siempre tienen un final feliz,cierto!&lt;br /&gt;Y preveo que si me quedo el futuro sera muy negro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CORO)&lt;br /&gt;Espero que sepas,espero que sepas,&lt;br /&gt;Que esto no tiene nada que ver contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Es personal,&lt;br /&gt;Entre mi y yo misma,&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos que endurezar algunas cosas,&lt;br /&gt;Y te extrañare como un niño extraña su mantita,&lt;br /&gt;Pero necesito seguir adelante con mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo de ser una niña grande,&lt;br /&gt;Y las niñas grandes no lloran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como la compañerita de escuela en el patio,&lt;br /&gt;Jugaremos naipes y juegos de cartas,&lt;br /&gt;Sere tu mejor amiga y tu seras el mio,&lt;br /&gt;Mi Valentin,&lt;br /&gt;Si,puedes tomar mi mano si quieres,&lt;br /&gt;Porque yo quiero sostener la tuya tambien,&lt;br /&gt;Seremos compañeros de juegos y amantes,&lt;br /&gt;Y compartiremos nuestros mundos secretos,&lt;br /&gt;Pero es momento de que me valla a casa,&lt;br /&gt;Se hace tarde,Oscurece aya afuera,&lt;br /&gt;Necesito estar conmigo en vez de con la calamidad,&lt;br /&gt;Paz,Serenidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CORO)&lt;br /&gt;Espero que sepas,espero que sepas,&lt;br /&gt;Que esto no tiene nada que ver contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Es personal,&lt;br /&gt;Entre mi y yo misma,&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos que endurezar algunas cosas,&lt;br /&gt;Y te extrañare como un niño extraña su mantita,&lt;br /&gt;Pero necesito seguir adelante con mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo de ser una niña grande,&lt;br /&gt;Y las niñas grandes no lloran&lt;br /&gt;No lloran,no lloran,no lloran&lt;br /&gt;Da,da,da,da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FERGIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tengo que aclarar que la cancion no me gusta xD...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;pero la letra es bastante interesante..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;disfruten ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-9085172339424829641?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/9085172339424829641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=9085172339424829641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/9085172339424829641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/9085172339424829641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big Girls Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoervYjQ4TI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4CFeqS6ODuU/s72-c/0df1d6c08b855076772e709b3025b44a.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-1938694728412871563</id><published>2009-08-14T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:37:30.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te quiero jamas lo dudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoZIbspoyZI/AAAAAAAAALk/tRHIb6w_-9A/s1600-h/822911lilith_reina_vampiros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoZIbspoyZI/AAAAAAAAALk/tRHIb6w_-9A/s400/822911lilith_reina_vampiros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370059246365362578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;TE QUIERO JAMAS LO DUDES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;         Hace frío pero el agua es tibia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; La pena sobrepasó los límites da la vida al intentar olvidarte, y en busca de paz para mi alma, bajó hasta el fin del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; mundo, allí donde sin ser nada, puedo ser parte de t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;odo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mi camino, está marcado por el brillo de una mirada ausente, no hay retorno hacia donde voy, dejo huellas en la arena que el viento desvía confundiendo el rumbo para que nadie, pueda seguir mis pasos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La historia será escrita con lágrimas que escaparán de los cielos antes de la tormenta, las primeras gotas, prometen disipar el gris plomo que pesa sobre mis hombros, impidiéndome avanzar tanto como retroceder. Verde como la esperanza de verte es el tono marino, frío como la nieve que se nos escapó entr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e las manos, es el abrazo del viento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hace frío, pero el agua está tibia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ráfagas burlonas acercan una declaración frente al mar que te pertenece y me recuerda cuanto de ti vive en mí; no estás, y entre mis manos se diluye la esencia de nuestro calor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inmensidad, mas allá de todo frente a ella descubro que nada es más importante que la vida, pero, mi vida se fue en un sueño. Profundidad que se extiende a partir de mi y no tiene límites porque más allá solo queda soledad de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inútil pedirte que olvides, perdonarme no es posible, sangraría de dolor tu alma al verme. Culpable o no, aléjame de tu vida, recuperando el corazón que fue imposible romper aún palpita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Renuncio a ser feliz para salvarte, partiré para estar contigo, me iré para no dejarte jamás. Este amor vivirá dentro de cada uno, no apagará su llama porque se alimentará de recuerdos, no sentirás soledad porque te acompañará siempre dentro del corazón, nadie puede matarlo, no te abandona, no lastima, ni siquiera duele, Es amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ya no espero que tu entiendas y si de algo te sirve me voy porque Té Amo. Recuérdame po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r siempre tuyo, dulce amante rendido en tus brazos dando el alma en cada entrega: Búscame cuando el tiempo se acabe, allí donde el espacio no existe yo estaré aguardando para amarte una vez más. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No olvides entonces esta promesa que dejo sobre tu piel y descansa en el Amor que no puedo negar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hace frío, siento frío y el agua sigue tibia, calma se detiene a mis pies una y otra vez repitiendo un majestuoso ritual, llama, atrae su misterioso vaivén, el enigma de su ondeo, eterno retorno, constant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e despedida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hace frío y el agua está tibia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El tiempo grita de agonía, lastima oírlo atravesar un corazón. Los ojos, se niegan a ver el oscuro reflejo del dolor que ahoga mi vida al alcanzar segura hacia el final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Conmovido por el llanto de tu corazón, Neptuno emerge entre las olas, besando mi alma, un ángel de espuma toma mi mano enseñándome a valorar en la profundidad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He cruzado la línea justo antes de oír tu llamado que se funde en un grito desesperado al verme partir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El cielo se abre, tus ojos se cierran, ambos esperan por mí... Corres por la playa esquiv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ando las criaturas da la noche, que guardianas, escoltan la ceremonia impidiéndote llegar hasta mí. El océano acaricia mi cuerpo, me lleva por las olas, me envuelve con la espuma, disfrutando lo que tomará en sagrado rito de boda, olvida su esencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La luna, celosa de que el Mar la dejara marcó un sendero guiando tus pasos hacia mí,, el Rey conmovido por tu dolor y el de la luna, soltó mi mano y el Mar celoso arrojó mi cuerpo a tus brazos. Que sería del Mar sin la luz y el reflejo de la luna, que sería el hombre sin el tierno amor de la mujer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El Mar es para la luna así como el hombre es para la mujer, fue la sentencia dictada por Neptuno. ¿Vivo o muero?, ¿Sueño parte de mi vida o mi vida es parte de un cósmico sueño?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tu extraña presencia me marea, tomas mi mano mujer encantada y volamos con la brisa ent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;re palabras de fantasía. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me embrujó la noche o me embriagó la tormenta, vi tu figura real que emergió de la arena y se fundió entre las sombras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bailamos un vals, giré sin detenerme, de príncipe me transformé y en el fulgor de la danza me solté de tus brazos, mareado perdí el camino. ¿Estuviste ahí o deseando tu presencia imaginé tu figura?&lt;br /&gt;Sentí tu calor abrazándome, me hipnotizó tu mirada..... Misterioso baile el que me arrancó del Mar. Mi cuerpo yace dormido en la arena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Emocionado, agitado una voz enamorada me susurra "Té Amo" y deposita en mi mano su eterna promesa de amor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoZH-mmjHjI/AAAAAAAAALc/pOwwuAJ-g1U/s1600-h/2e5mpfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoZH-mmjHjI/AAAAAAAAALc/pOwwuAJ-g1U/s400/2e5mpfr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370058746525589042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carlos Navarro Ronco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/9100029184746702573-1938694728412871563?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/1938694728412871563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=1938694728412871563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1938694728412871563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/1938694728412871563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/hace-frio-pero-el-agua-es-tibia.html' title='Te quiero jamas lo dudes'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoZIbspoyZI/AAAAAAAAALk/tRHIb6w_-9A/s72-c/822911lilith_reina_vampiros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-822537826239682153</id><published>2009-08-12T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:17:31.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En horas de insomnio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoL4vXfxsHI/AAAAAAAAALU/nE-J8tLQGTA/s1600-h/A_mujer_desnuda_cuento_mi_propio_cuento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoL4vXfxsHI/AAAAAAAAALU/nE-J8tLQGTA/s400/A_mujer_desnuda_cuento_mi_propio_cuento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369127198423887986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;En horas de insomnio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me voy de aquí, no quiero más oírme; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;de mi voz toda voz suéname a eco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ya falta así de confesor, si peco  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;se me escapa el poder arrepentirme.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No hallo fuera de mí en que me afirme  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nada de humano y me resulto hueco; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;si esta cárcel por otra al fin no trueco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;en mi vacío acabaré de hundirme.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh triste soledad, la del engaño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;de creerse en humana compañía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;moviéndose entre espejos, ermitaño.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He ido muriendo hasta llegar al día &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;en que espejo de espejos, soy me extraño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a mí mismo y descubro no vivía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miguel de Unamuno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-822537826239682153?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/822537826239682153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=822537826239682153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/822537826239682153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/822537826239682153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/en-horas-de-insomnio.html' title='En horas de insomnio'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoL4vXfxsHI/AAAAAAAAALU/nE-J8tLQGTA/s72-c/A_mujer_desnuda_cuento_mi_propio_cuento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-4464317009804064571</id><published>2009-08-12T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:05:54.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué es tu vida, alma mía?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoL2L6vQjMI/AAAAAAAAALM/YxyzLfcLjTM/s1600-h/luna-mujer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoL2L6vQjMI/AAAAAAAAALM/YxyzLfcLjTM/s400/luna-mujer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369124390385519810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;¿Qué es tu vida, alma mía?, ¿cuál tu pago?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;¡Lluvia en el lago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;¿Qué es tu vida, alma mía, tu costumbre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;¡Viento en la cumbre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;¿Cómo tu vida, mi alma, se renueva?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;¡Sombra en la cueva!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;¡Lluvia en el lago!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;¡Viento en la cumbre!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;¡Sombra en la cueva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lágrimas es la lluvia desde el cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;y es el viento sollozo sin partida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;pesar, la sombra sin ningún consuelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;y lluvia y viento y sombra hacen la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miguel de Unamuno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-4464317009804064571?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4464317009804064571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=4464317009804064571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4464317009804064571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4464317009804064571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-es-tu-vida-alma-mia.html' title='¿Qué es tu vida, alma mía?'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoL2L6vQjMI/AAAAAAAAALM/YxyzLfcLjTM/s72-c/luna-mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-5350282721745431919</id><published>2009-08-12T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:51:20.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoLyl7lgyfI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ps4ArBv7muk/s1600-h/Bak+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoLyl7lgyfI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ps4ArBv7muk/s400/Bak+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369120439243164146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Azrael, abre tu ala negra, y honda,&lt;br /&gt;cobíjeme su palio sin medida,&lt;br /&gt;y que a su abrigo bienechor se esconda&lt;br /&gt;la incurable tristeza de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azrael, ángel bíblico, ángel fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;ángel de redención, ángel sombrío,&lt;br /&gt;ya es tiempo que consagres a la muerte&lt;br /&gt;mi cerebro sin luz: altar vacío...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azrael, mi esperanza es una enferma;&lt;br /&gt;ya tramonta mi fe; llegó el ocaso,&lt;br /&gt;ven, ahora es preciso que yo duerma...&lt;br /&gt;¿Morir..., dormir..., dormir...? ¡Soñar acaso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amado Nervo&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/9100029184746702573-5350282721745431919?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5350282721745431919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=5350282721745431919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5350282721745431919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5350282721745431919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/azrael-abre-tu-ala-negra-y-honda.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoLyl7lgyfI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ps4ArBv7muk/s72-c/Bak+04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6387520146902856310</id><published>2009-08-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:43:11.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premio Un Blog Genial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gracias al blog SOLO VAMPIROS-LATINOX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gracias por el premio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoCcaWS161I/AAAAAAAAAK8/cFYVITYjVjk/s1600-h/2cpc384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoCcaWS161I/AAAAAAAAAK8/cFYVITYjVjk/s400/2cpc384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368462732300774226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9100029184746702573-6387520146902856310?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6387520146902856310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6387520146902856310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6387520146902856310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6387520146902856310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/gracias-al-blog-solo-vampiros-latinox.html' title='Premio Un Blog Genial'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SoCcaWS161I/AAAAAAAAAK8/cFYVITYjVjk/s72-c/2cpc384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8843256121707506526</id><published>2009-08-04T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:19:09.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuérdame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Snh7ef17jaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yxrz6bYmlyk/s1600-h/novia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Snh7ef17jaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yxrz6bYmlyk/s400/novia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174719885938082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Recuérdame cuando duermes y adivino lo que sueñas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cuando lejos de nuestra cama sea en mí en quien piensas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;recuérdame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Recuérdame cuando parta y no regrese a nuestra casa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cuando el frío y la tristeza se funden y te abrazan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;recuérdame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Recuérdame cuando mires a los ojos del pasado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cuando ya no amanezcan en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y que seas invisible para mí, para mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Recuérdame, amándote, mirándote a los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;atándome a tu vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;recuérdame amándote, esperándote tranquila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sin rencor y sin medida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;recuérdame, recuérdame que mi alma fue tatuada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;en tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Recuérdame cuando sientas que tu alma está inquieta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;si el deseo y tu amor no me calientan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;recuérdame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Recuérdame cuando mires a los ojos del pasado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;cuando ya no amanezca en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y que seas invisible para mi, para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Recuérdame, amándote, mirándote a los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;atándome a tu vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;recuérdame amándote, esperándome tranquila,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sin rencor y sin medida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;recuérdame, recuérdame que mi alma está tatuada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;en tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Recuérdame, amándote, mirándote a los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;atándome a tu vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;recuérdame, recuérdame que mi alma fue tatuada&lt;br /&gt;en tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="reaction-buttons"&gt;LA QUINTA ESTACIÓN &amp;amp; MARC ANTHONY&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/9100029184746702573-8843256121707506526?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8843256121707506526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8843256121707506526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8843256121707506526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8843256121707506526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/recuerdame.html' title='Recuérdame'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Snh7ef17jaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/yxrz6bYmlyk/s72-c/novia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-7981785403596336237</id><published>2009-07-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:03:07.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SnH8KjgaEoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-990JgCBGqc/s1600-h/ytf67rt7ytf75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SnH8KjgaEoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-990JgCBGqc/s400/ytf67rt7ytf75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364345889435030146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wake up alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está bien durante el día, yo me mantengo ocupada&lt;br /&gt;estoy tan paralizada, que ni me pregunto donde está el,&lt;br /&gt;tan harta de lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;así me he vuelto últimamente,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me doy cuenta hago un giro de 180 grados&lt;br /&gt;y me mantengo ocupada limpiando la casa,&lt;br /&gt;por lo menos mientras tanto no estoy bebiendo,&lt;br /&gt;doy vueltas para no tener que pensar en creer&lt;br /&gt;que el sentido silencioso de satisfacción&lt;br /&gt;que todos tenemos,&lt;br /&gt;simplemente desaparece cuando el sol se pone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su cara en mis sueños, me arrancan las entrañas,&lt;br /&gt;él me inunda de temor&lt;br /&gt;empapando el alma,&lt;br /&gt;nada en mis ojos junto a mi cama&lt;br /&gt;y arrojándome sobre él,&lt;br /&gt;la luna que se desparrama&lt;br /&gt;y yo... me despierto sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se incomoda mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;preferiría estar impaciente,&lt;br /&gt;el segundo que interrumpe mi sueño me alcanza y estoy exhausta&lt;br /&gt;con un dolor en el pecho,&lt;br /&gt;porque mi día de hoy terminó ahora,&lt;br /&gt;la oscuridad me cubre, y no puedo escapar,&lt;br /&gt;mi sangre corre fría,&lt;br /&gt;estoy de pie frente a él&lt;br /&gt;es todo lo que puedo hacer para retenerlo&lt;br /&gt;cuando el viene hacia mí,&lt;br /&gt;derramo mis lágrimas por él esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;ahogándome, nos bañamos bajo la luz azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su cara en mis sueños, me arrancan las entrañas&lt;br /&gt;el me inunda de temor&lt;br /&gt;empapando el alma,&lt;br /&gt;nada en mis ojos junto a mi cama&lt;br /&gt;y arrojándome sobre él,&lt;br /&gt;la luna que se desparrama&lt;br /&gt;y yo... me despierto sola,&lt;br /&gt;y yo me despierto sola,&lt;br /&gt;y yo me despierto sola,&lt;br /&gt;y yo me despierto sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emy Winehouse&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/9100029184746702573-7981785403596336237?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7981785403596336237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=7981785403596336237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7981785403596336237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/7981785403596336237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/wake-up-alone.html' title='Wake up alone'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SnH8KjgaEoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-990JgCBGqc/s72-c/ytf67rt7ytf75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-4074310183885512650</id><published>2009-07-29T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:07:57.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma Desnuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SnCOXf8nBzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-s7lkmY7bPQ/s1600-h/1197477080_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SnCOXf8nBzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-s7lkmY7bPQ/s400/1197477080_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363943690562111282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma Desnuda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Soy un alma desnuda en estos versos,&lt;br /&gt;Alma desnuda que angustiada y sola&lt;br /&gt;Va dejando sus pétalos dispersos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que puede ser una amapola,&lt;br /&gt;Que puede ser un lirio, una violeta,&lt;br /&gt;Un peñasco, una selva y una ola. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que como el viento vaga inquieta&lt;br /&gt;Y ruge cuando está sobre los mares,&lt;br /&gt;Y duerme dulcemente en una grieta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que adora sobre sus altares,&lt;br /&gt;Dioses que no se bajan a cegarla;&lt;br /&gt;Alma que no conoce valladares. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que fuera fácil dominarla&lt;br /&gt;Con sólo un corazón que se partiera&lt;br /&gt;Para en su sangre cálida regarla. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que cuando está en la primavera&lt;br /&gt;Dice al invierno que demora: vuelve,&lt;br /&gt;Caiga tu nieve sobre la pradera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que cuando nieva se disuelve&lt;br /&gt;En tristezas, clamando por las rosas&lt;br /&gt;con que la primavera nos envuelve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que a ratos suelta mariposas&lt;br /&gt;A campo abierto, sin fijar distancia,&lt;br /&gt;Y les dice: libad sobre las cosas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que ha de morir de una fragancia&lt;br /&gt;De un suspiro, de un verso en que se ruega,&lt;br /&gt;Sin perder, a poderlo, su elegancia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que nada sabe y todo niega&lt;br /&gt;Y negando lo bueno el bien propicia&lt;br /&gt;Porque es negando como más se entrega. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que suele haber como delicia&lt;br /&gt;Palpar las almas, despreciar la huella,&lt;br /&gt;Y sentir en la mano una caricia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alma que siempre disconforme de ella,&lt;br /&gt;Como los vientos vaga, corre y gira;&lt;br /&gt;Alma que sangra y sin cesar delira&lt;br /&gt;Por ser el buque en marcha de la estrella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Alfonsina Storni&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/9100029184746702573-4074310183885512650?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/4074310183885512650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=4074310183885512650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4074310183885512650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/4074310183885512650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/alma-desnuda.html' title='Alma Desnuda'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SnCOXf8nBzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-s7lkmY7bPQ/s72-c/1197477080_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-6554920409311487889</id><published>2009-07-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:17:14.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amame esta noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Smzj1muKA7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IEssHrF5cvg/s1600-h/12-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Smzj1muKA7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IEssHrF5cvg/s400/12-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362911766358131634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;font-size:180%;"&gt;Amame esta noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué amante&lt;br /&gt;no será dichoso esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;qué amante no tendrá esta noche su dicha,&lt;br /&gt;su amor, su fiel amor contra su pecho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese amante soy yo,&lt;br /&gt;yo soy ese alma desolada entre la felicidad de los otros,&lt;br /&gt;entre los dichosos suspiros y los oscuros abrazos&lt;br /&gt;de los que pasan bajo la luna pisando la música&lt;br /&gt;desgajada y caída sobre la tierra nocturna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ah! La flor del amor me ha sido negada.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué hago entonces aquí?&lt;br /&gt;Mas la esperanza existe mientras vive el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amame esta noche, amor mío,&lt;br /&gt;ámame y no rompas este corazón que te pertenece&lt;br /&gt;y cuya enfermedad tiene tu mismo nombre&lt;br /&gt;y tu rostro y tu alma&lt;br /&gt;y tu cuerpo y tu gracia y toda tu figura.&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/9100029184746702573-6554920409311487889?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6554920409311487889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=6554920409311487889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6554920409311487889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/6554920409311487889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/amame-esta-noche.html' title='Amame esta noche'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Smzj1muKA7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/IEssHrF5cvg/s72-c/12-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8432479719751903065</id><published>2009-07-23T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:16:54.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Smio_T-ihoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BeKJgUWmWoE/s1600-h/793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Smio_T-ihoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BeKJgUWmWoE/s400/793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361721162032383618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hay veces en que las palabras no alcanzan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;quisiera decirte todo lo que siento con solo una mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dejar mis penas y que aprecies mi encanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;porque yo sé que no soy la mas bella, pero tampoco la mas fea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Y tambien sé que sí sos el mas bello, y porque no me miras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;¿No iba a dejar mis penas? Muy bien...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Se que mi nombres no es como el de ninguna flor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y se que estoy enloqueciendo y que sos mi inspiración.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se que podria no llorarte, pero te lloro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ¿ Y que hago? ¿Cual es?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quisiera no mirarte, no desearte, no buscarte ni hablarte, no pensarte y mucho menos soñarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero es así, te lloro, te miro, te deseo, te busco, te hablo, te pienso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y sobre todas las cosas YO TE SUEÑO.&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/9100029184746702573-8432479719751903065?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8432479719751903065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8432479719751903065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8432479719751903065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8432479719751903065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/ii.html' title='II'/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Smio_T-ihoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BeKJgUWmWoE/s72-c/793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-5377023640322127274</id><published>2009-07-23T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:03:10.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SmilrRQZJ1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2g91z6ohIzw/s1600-h/I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SmilrRQZJ1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2g91z6ohIzw/s400/I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361717519169693522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me desvelas, me envuelves, me desvivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor, sufrimiento, pasión, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;rencor, celos, amor, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me miras, y ríes, te miro y no sonrío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Te olvido, te extraño, y vuelvo a amarte.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desvelas, me envuelves, me lastimas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pienso, y solo es un sueño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;me deshojas, me envuelves pero es simple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;No me quieres...&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/9100029184746702573-5377023640322127274?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5377023640322127274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=5377023640322127274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5377023640322127274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/5377023640322127274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-desvelas-me-envuelves-me-desvivo.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SmilrRQZJ1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2g91z6ohIzw/s72-c/I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9100029184746702573.post-8399554100547834390</id><published>2009-07-22T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:02:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Smf6V_kIqXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/guejLIRzgOs/s1600-h/tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Smf6V_kIqXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/guejLIRzgOs/s400/tango.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361529137155058034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Quiero emborrachar mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;para apagar un loco amor&lt;br /&gt;que mas que amor es un sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;Y aqui vengo para eso,&lt;br /&gt;pa' borrar antiguos besos,&lt;br /&gt;en los besos de otra boca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Si su amor fue flor de un dia&lt;br /&gt;porque causa es siempre mia&lt;br /&gt;esta cruel preocupacion.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar&lt;br /&gt;para olvidar mi obstinacion&lt;br /&gt;y mas la vuelvo a recordar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Nostalgias... de escuchar su risa loca&lt;br /&gt;y sentir junto a mi boca, como&lt;br /&gt;un fuego su... respiracion.&lt;br /&gt;Angustia... de sentirme abandonado&lt;br /&gt;y pensar que otro a su lado, pronto,&lt;br /&gt;pronto... le hablara de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; Hermano, yo no quiero rebajarme,&lt;br /&gt;ni pedirle, ni llorarle, ni decirle...&lt;br /&gt;que no puedo mas vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Desde mi triste soledad,&lt;br /&gt;vere caer, las rosas muertas...&lt;br /&gt;de mi juventud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Gime bandoneon... tu tango, gris.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Quizas a ti te hiera igual...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; algun amor, sentimental.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Si las copas traen consuelo, aqui estoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; con mis desvelos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; para ahogarlos de una vez.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; y despues asi poder brindar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; por los fracasos del amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9100029184746702573-8399554100547834390?l=damqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8399554100547834390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9100029184746702573&amp;postID=8399554100547834390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8399554100547834390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9100029184746702573/posts/default/8399554100547834390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damqueen.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiero-emborrachar-mi-corazon-para.html' title=''/><author><name>SoL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13475648614091798768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/SvW9AfUbAeI/AAAAAAAAASk/gISFh2fGRhg/S220/20061106131551-desamor.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LSxBb47uTeQ/Smf6V_kIqXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/guejLIRzgOs/s72-c/tango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
