<?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-7782287812742819249</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:09:13.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La CajA De lOs rEcUeRdOs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-7544989640787168837</id><published>2009-07-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:05:58.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ErRoReS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Sm_YARzROVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UOiuOH3OFxU/s1600-h/amor-mio[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363743180511590738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Sm_YARzROVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UOiuOH3OFxU/s320/amor-mio%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequeños errores que cometemos, que son tan simples, pero con el tiempo nos damos cuenta que son mas complejos con el paso del tiempo, errores que cometemos todos en cuestión al amor, a la vida, y nuestra vivencia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realmente son errores tan faciles de hacer, pero tan dificiles de borrar, que facil es hacer sufrir a la persona que amas, con tan solo regarla al decir una palabra, que facil es de verdad, realmente no se porque tenemos que hacer un dolor a la persona que amas para darte cuenta que ella es toda tu vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TE AMO MUCHO&lt;/span&gt;, y lo siento de todo corazón,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no lo olvides, disculpa mis errores, pero sobre todo perdona por no saber amarte antes, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AHORA TE AMO&lt;/span&gt; y doi mi vida a cambio de la tuya...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='ErRoReS...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Sm_YARzROVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UOiuOH3OFxU/s72-c/amor-mio%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4303899979978953721</id><published>2009-05-27T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:52:05.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo y La oTrA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Sh3DujMLWXI/AAAAAAAAARI/k7WeFLXey1I/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340639937618991474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Sh3DujMLWXI/AAAAAAAAARI/k7WeFLXey1I/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Hoy un día como cualquiera te veo en mi cuarto parada junto a mi cama, te digo buenos días!!!!, y tu respondes hola mi amor, te acuestas en mi cama, y me siento realizada contigo a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo se que en la noche no estarás conmigo, que estarás al lado de ella, simplemente me pregunto porque no la dejas, pero decirte eso es pelea segura y no quiero arruinar este momento contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente me siento impotente al no poder hacer, decir nada porque no quiero arriesgarme al pederte, no puedo ni pensar el que haría sin ti, sin tus caricias, sin tus besos, pero al mismo tiempo me pregunto e imagino que así acaricias a ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me duele saber que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi amor es compartido&lt;/span&gt;, pero no puedo hacer nada el corazón cuando se enamora, no ve posición social, ni edad, ni sexo, y el mío no vio es mas ni le importo que tu estuvieras con otra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te amo y eso no lo puedo evitar, te extraño y necesito a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;, pero se que ese dia no llegara o tal vez si, pero en mis sueños mas remotos siempre existirá el futuro de nuestro amor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4303899979978953721?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4303899979978953721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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pero realmente no entiendo como aun así tienen las fuerzas de seguir amándo a un estando en pedacitos aman con toda su intensidad a ese otro corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tan fácil romperlo, jugar con el, engañarlo, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;dicen por hay que el amor es ciego, ¿será cierto?&lt;/span&gt;, yo digo que si lo es porque realmente te enamoras sin darte cuenta ese corazón traicionero, mentiroso ha jugado de nuevo conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay corazón traicionero, el nunca muere cuando deja de latir, sino muere cuando los latidos no tienen un sentido, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;y ese sentido eres tu amor mio…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-8385989602549334932?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Sf562BeVkqI/AAAAAAAAARA/QOt3tH7ZkTI/s72-c/31106880_CPSUIQJVXYBSACL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2101886976504175080</id><published>2009-04-27T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:36:47.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SolO Un sENtImIEnTo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Sfaj7mo05RI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GY47YPJtIwo/s1600-h/anime_angel-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329627453418956050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Sfaj7mo05RI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GY47YPJtIwo/s320/anime_angel-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoy una día como cualquiera, me levanto y no estas a mi lado, hoy me despierto con la esperanza, de verte dormida en mi regazo, simplemente no lo entiendo, siento en la orilla de la cama pensando en las cosas que pude haber y hecho y que no hice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento tan impotente al no poder hacer nada, para solucionar el daño que te he causado y que cada día que me despierto me duele mas y mas, no se si podré estar así siempre por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ausencia es dura y la soledad no me deja sola es buena compañía, pero que mas quisiera que esa compañía fuera tu sonrisa, o un abrazo diciéndome aquí estoy mi amor pero no lo es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque he de fallarte así, si sabes que no puedo vivir sin ti, sin tus besos y mucho menos sin tu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt; sincero, discúlpame, la verdad &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt; y no quiero perderte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-2101886976504175080?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2101886976504175080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2101886976504175080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2101886976504175080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2101886976504175080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/04/solo-un-sentimiento.html' title='SolO Un sENtImIEnTo...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Sfaj7mo05RI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/GY47YPJtIwo/s72-c/anime_angel-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-8020067003442721417</id><published>2009-04-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:25:27.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ToDaS LaS mAñAnAS,taRdEs y NoChEs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SeAMr0VkyrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0P1lOaeGCBg/s1600-h/481611825_JKKUUHMBPOLBOFN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323268706474969778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SeAMr0VkyrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0P1lOaeGCBg/s320/481611825_JKKUUHMBPOLBOFN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Todas las mañanas me pregunto&lt;br /&gt;Como le haces para el soportar no verme&lt;br /&gt;Como le hago yo para&lt;br /&gt;Dejar de imaginarme el verte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas las tardes hago y deshago&lt;br /&gt;Cosas para poder distraerme&lt;br /&gt;Como le hago para no extrañarte&lt;br /&gt;Como cada día lo hago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas las noches me pregunto&lt;br /&gt;Si tú estarás bien, sin mí a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Si yo estaré bien sin ti a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soporto el no verte un día&lt;br /&gt;No soporto que estés lejos de mí&lt;br /&gt;Pero no soportaría que tu,&lt;br /&gt;Corazón dejara de latir por mí…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-8020067003442721417?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/8020067003442721417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=8020067003442721417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/8020067003442721417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/8020067003442721417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/04/todas-las-mananastardes-y-noches.html' title='ToDaS LaS mAñAnAS,taRdEs y NoChEs...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SeAMr0VkyrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0P1lOaeGCBg/s72-c/481611825_JKKUUHMBPOLBOFN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6052807612148325772</id><published>2009-03-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:56:45.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExTrAñAnDoTe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Satm9k3o5qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l5owZJ5zBTQ/s1600-h/Datos_Pegados_54de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308449793841358498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Satm9k3o5qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l5owZJ5zBTQ/s320/Datos_Pegados_54de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me despierto extrañando el olor de tu piel junto a la mía, me di cuenta que en la mañana te marchaste, me levanto de la cama donde cada noche te hago mía, y donde cada noche mas de un te amo sale de tus labios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es imposible levantarme y que en mi mente no este el olor de tu piel, el calor con el que tu cuerpo calienta al mío, donde tus besos recorren cada uno de tus lugares favoritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente no puedo levantarme sin pensar en ti, en que estarás haciendo la mañana siguiente o si en regresaras a dormir a mi cama esa noche, simplemente me hace falta el que estés aquí conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose si podré levantarme todos los días sin la presencia de tu perfume, sin la saliva de tus besos en mi cuerpo, sin ese TE AMO callado pero sobre todo sin tu cuerpo encima del mío…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-6052807612148325772?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/Satm9k3o5qI/AAAAAAAAAQg/l5owZJ5zBTQ/s72-c/Datos_Pegados_54de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4707597958020815836</id><published>2009-02-09T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:51:53.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un áNgEl CaíDo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SZCJHYigmtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YKAnhslP6Kk/s1600-h/angel+BLANCO+TRISTE+YO.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300887521354357458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SZCJHYigmtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YKAnhslP6Kk/s320/angel+BLANCO+TRISTE+YO.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Hoy me he despertado con la caricia de tu beso&lt;br /&gt;En mi espalda, he decidido estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Toda mi vida, no me había imaginado que esto así seria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El olor de tu cabello, el sabor de tu piel, es una droga para mí&lt;br /&gt;Yo no puedo y no quiero que te desapartes de mí,&lt;br /&gt;No podría vivir si tu no estas aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me he dado cuenta que sin ti, yo no soy nada&lt;br /&gt;Que sin ti tan solo soy un ángel caído&lt;br /&gt;Que no tiene alas, que no tiene nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Me duele el verte partir y saber que no estarás&lt;br /&gt;A mi lado a la mañana siguiente,&lt;br /&gt;Que puedo hacer, solo dejarte ir porque se que volverás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo y eso no cambiara, regresaras y aquí estaré&lt;br /&gt;Para ti, solo para ti y para nadie más&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve, regresa que solo me queda&lt;br /&gt;El olor de tu cabello y el sabor de tu piel…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4707597958020815836?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4707597958020815836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=4707597958020815836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4707597958020815836'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4370148214098360478</id><published>2009-01-27T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:37:05.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un aNgEl??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SX_gUuYDWnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Kh-h6_RoK9g/s1600-h/Angel_Cry_by_Digitalsoldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296198333461912178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SX_gUuYDWnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Kh-h6_RoK9g/s320/Angel_Cry_by_Digitalsoldier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Es de mañana, despierto y te tengo a mi lado, no puedo soportar el no olerte, ya que sabes muye bien que tu perfume se quedo impregnado en piel, también se que te enteraras de algo no muy usual para ti y a lo mejor no soy lo que tu piensas, espero lo tomes con mucha calma y me entiendas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te volteas, y observas que yo estaba viéndote, lo primero que me dices es Hola mi amor buenos días!!!, que lindo es amanecer a tu lado y saber que estarás para siempre conmigo, en la tarde tengo que hablarte de que es lo que me pasa, no se como decírtelo pero lo sabrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo con la mirada perdida, es tan difícil decirte esto, veré la manera de hacértelo saber, en eso llega tu amigo y me descubre, ya lo sabes, es raro para ti lo se, pero no podía ocultártelo mas, lo tomaste muye bien, mas yo sabia que preguntas harías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos a la casa nos sentamos, me ves raro, y pienso que tal vez no lo entendiste, que estoy loca, pero no es así, es verdad, mírame, tócame, siénteme, estoy aquí, y soy tuya y de nadie mas, si tengo alas, y también muchas cosas de las que te imaginas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un corazón que no tenia una misión, hasta que te encontró a ti, y poco a poco fuiste tu mi misión, TE AMO y te lo digo al oído, ahora para ti se aclaran muchas cosas, solo respondes que porque tu?, y yo solo digo dios me mando para ti, entiendeme que soy solo un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ángel enamorado de ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4370148214098360478?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4370148214098360478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=4370148214098360478&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2839535887554288416</id><published>2009-01-08T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:15:29.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FeLiZ CuMplE bLoG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SWalHUeWldI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uXobCjabAWw/s1600-h/cumple_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289096357566911954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SWalHUeWldI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uXobCjabAWw/s320/cumple_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hOi cUmPLe uN AÑo mI BlOg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La vDd eStA GenIaL MuChAs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GrAcIaS a lA GeNtE K Me lEe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y cOmEnTa mUcHaS GrAcIaS De&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;vDd EsTe Es sU ESPaCiO Y ES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PaRa UsTeDeS LoS KiErO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BeSoS Y GrAcIaS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-2839535887554288416?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2839535887554288416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2839535887554288416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2839535887554288416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2839535887554288416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-cumple-blog.html' title='FeLiZ CuMplE bLoG!!!'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SWalHUeWldI/AAAAAAAAAPE/uXobCjabAWw/s72-c/cumple_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-1152680875662976097</id><published>2009-01-01T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:36:40.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay SoLeDaD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SV1Ta924yMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/omyMBABKNhE/s1600-h/LASOLEDAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286473260349311170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SV1Ta924yMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/omyMBABKNhE/s320/LASOLEDAD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como la soledad es tu amiga, en las buenas y en las malas, ay mi soledad sigues aquí conmigo, junto a mi no te has cansado de sacar de mi inspiración, tantas cosas, hay soledad no me dejas sola ni un minuto, ni un segundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay soledad que escupes en un papel la tinta de mis versos, la sangre de mi corazón, hay soledad sigues aquí y no te cansas de estar aquí, ya me harte, quiero irme en otra dirección, quiero alejarme de mi corazón.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay soledad, tengo un reloj cansado de contar el tiempo, tengo una guitarra cansada de tantas notas perdidas, de tantas canciones sin dueño, estoy cansada de estar sola contigo, estoy cansada de estar sin ti…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-1152680875662976097?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/1152680875662976097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SV1Ta924yMI/AAAAAAAAAO8/omyMBABKNhE/s72-c/LASOLEDAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6154023290927415908</id><published>2008-12-24T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:38:18.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FeLiZ NaViDaD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SVK5sR74ECI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kKXyxy48_MY/s1600-h/imagenes-navidad-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283489483238936610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SVK5sR74ECI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kKXyxy48_MY/s320/imagenes-navidad-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bUeNo gEnTe lEcToRa mUy fElIz nAvIdAd!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eSpERo k tOdoS SuS SuEñOs sE cUmplAn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y k sObRe ToDo sIeMpRe hAyA MuChA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SalUd eN SuS HoGaReS LeS dEseO lO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mEjOr En vDd mUcHaS GrACiAs pOr &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LeErMe dE vDd y sE LoS DiGo oTrA VeZ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eStE Es sU ESpAcIo lEs mAnDo uN AbRaZoTe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y UN bESoTe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AtTe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lA FLaKi =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-6154023290927415908?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/6154023290927415908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=6154023290927415908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6154023290927415908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6154023290927415908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='FeLiZ NaViDaD!!!'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SVK5sR74ECI/AAAAAAAAAOs/kKXyxy48_MY/s72-c/imagenes-navidad-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4362688313258463588</id><published>2008-12-15T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:52:11.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si hOy MuErO, Tú QuE HaRiaS???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SUanOR_C-NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GUJzSIu7uv4/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280091476926331090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SUanOR_C-NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GUJzSIu7uv4/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que harías si hoy muero, y no te despediste de mi??&lt;br /&gt;Que harías si mañana desaparezco, y no me dijiste te quiero??&lt;br /&gt;Que harías si hoy me voy y ni tan siquiera adiós me dijiste??&lt;br /&gt;Porque siempre esperamos el último momento&lt;br /&gt;Para despedirnos de esa persona tan importante para nosotros&lt;br /&gt;Porque siempre esperamos hasta lo ultimo para decirle TE QUIERO&lt;br /&gt;No dejemos eso para lo último, goza y vive cada día&lt;br /&gt;Y dile aquella persona que la AMAS O LA QUIERES&lt;br /&gt;No dejes lo que puedas hacer hoy para mañana&lt;br /&gt;Quizás mañana ya sea muy tarde…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4362688313258463588?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SUanOR_C-NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GUJzSIu7uv4/s72-c/3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2241218897021535009</id><published>2008-11-26T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:12:22.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se tE OlVDo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SS2Rce2oDKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aRELMgSWOkc/s1600-h/y1pU2JijUo8JGGSTUU5XCCM9YnFhikGBrhIhkE58lQ-Y_wGiWirSK4vnbbS2PdzRbLqkCm5bLI4z1M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273030657225264290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SS2Rce2oDKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aRELMgSWOkc/s320/y1pU2JijUo8JGGSTUU5XCCM9YnFhikGBrhIhkE58lQ-Y_wGiWirSK4vnbbS2PdzRbLqkCm5bLI4z1M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se te olvido por un instante, que yo estoy contigo, se te olvido que me amas, se te olvido por un momento todo lo que vivimos juntas, no puedo hacerme la fuerte siempre, tus cambios me lastiman, me duelen...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya no se que hacer en el día y en la noche, porque simplemente no estas junto a mi, no te tengo aquí para mi, en mi cabeza pasan miles de ideas, de que esta pasando, como te puedo ayudar a que no pienses así, a que no actúes así...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Se te olvido por un instante y dejaste mi corazón colgado a un lado de tu ropa, se te olvido por un momento y dejaste sueños, y momentos guardados en tu ropero, se te olvido que tu eres mi aire para respirar y me estabas axfixiando, se te olvido que la distancia no existe para tu amor y el mío, se te olvido que yo existo para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Se te olvido, se te olvidaron muchas cosas, lo unico que no quiero que se te olvide es que TE AMO y que sin ti no soy nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solo te digo TE AMO y que aquí estoy, no estamos lejos al contrario, tu te alejas, yo no, yo sigo aquí de pie junto a ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!TE AMO HEMOXA, ACASO NO LO VES PINCESA¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-2241218897021535009?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SRtUaIfS31I/AAAAAAAAALQ/GZWCXsiwkZU/s320/pasion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitio para mis abrazos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tu cuerpo es tierra firme a mi llegada&lt;br /&gt;Dejas cada noche tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;Rondando mi cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruta de mis malos pasos&lt;br /&gt;Trasguardiendo en mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;Sueles entregarte entera&lt;br /&gt;En cada batalla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor desnuda y asustada&lt;br /&gt;Por favor no te me vayas&lt;br /&gt;Si te marchas matas&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco mis ganas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La letra se pierde&lt;br /&gt;La lengua se traba&lt;br /&gt;Tu ropa en el suelo&lt;br /&gt;Mi boca pro tu espalda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sediento de tu sudor&lt;br /&gt;Que corre lento por tus pechos&lt;br /&gt;Que calma mis deseos&lt;br /&gt;Y confienzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que encontré la puerta al cielo&lt;br /&gt;Mas abajo y me muero&lt;br /&gt;Por entrar descalzo andar&lt;br /&gt;La puerta al cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruido en mi canción callada&lt;br /&gt;Desvelos, siembras noches largas&lt;br /&gt;De raíz arrancas toda pasión enterrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piel fresca sobre mi barba&lt;br /&gt;Niña eres necesaria&lt;br /&gt;Vivo solo de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;No me cortes las alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescatas mañanas&lt;br /&gt;Cobijas mi alma&lt;br /&gt;No tengo dudas&lt;br /&gt;Eres lo que buscaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sediento de tu sudor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que corre lento por tus pechos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que calma mis deseos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y confienzo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que encontré la puerta al cielo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas abajo y me muero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por entrar descalzo andar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La puerta al cielo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-8195357418056876604?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/8195357418056876604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SRtUaIfS31I/AAAAAAAAALQ/GZWCXsiwkZU/s72-c/pasion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-3507852020777299001</id><published>2008-10-30T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:37:05.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CoNtIgO eN La dIsTaNcIa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SQoaZiAoeCI/AAAAAAAAALI/4t9-1C0NvwE/s1600-h/Mente+en+blanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263048140464355362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SQoaZiAoeCI/AAAAAAAAALI/4t9-1C0NvwE/s320/Mente+en+blanco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Quiero conseguir obtener tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Quédate así juntito a mi&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes varada&lt;br /&gt;Sola y sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo veme aquí estoy&lt;br /&gt;Parada frente a ti&lt;br /&gt;Tómame, hazme tuya&lt;br /&gt;Hazlo, porque nose que haría sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besame, abrásame&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes ir&lt;br /&gt;Acaso no ves que por ti&lt;br /&gt;Estoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo veme aquí estoy&lt;br /&gt;Parada frente a ti&lt;br /&gt;Tómame, hazme tuya&lt;br /&gt;Hazlo, porque nose que haría sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que entiendas&lt;br /&gt;Que por ti soy capaz&lt;br /&gt;De todo lo imposible&lt;br /&gt;Y lo posible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sin ti no puedo vivir&lt;br /&gt;No puedo existir&lt;br /&gt;Es mejor morir&lt;br /&gt;Si no te tengo junto a mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo veme aquí estoy&lt;br /&gt;Parada frente a ti&lt;br /&gt;Tómame, hazme tuya&lt;br /&gt;Hazlo, porque nose que haría sin ti… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;GrAcIaS Bb poR ToDo esTe amoR K Me dAs y gRaCiAs POr esToS 2 MeSeS a tU LaDo &lt;a href="mailto:G@lLeTiT"&gt;G@lLeTiT&lt;/a&gt;@ hEmOX@ tE Amo cOn todO mI CoRaZON Y MI SeR Bb eS PaRa tI...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-3507852020777299001?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/3507852020777299001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=3507852020777299001&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/3507852020777299001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/3507852020777299001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/10/contigo-en-la-distancia.html' title='CoNtIgO eN La dIsTaNcIa...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SQoaZiAoeCI/AAAAAAAAALI/4t9-1C0NvwE/s72-c/Mente+en+blanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6614635086528102619</id><published>2008-10-19T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:25:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿pOrQuE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SPuJPFIMCzI/AAAAAAAAALA/9csWd0w4VXw/s1600-h/279581390_FDGMDUWPPGQOTDX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258947882052750130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SPuJPFIMCzI/AAAAAAAAALA/9csWd0w4VXw/s320/279581390_FDGMDUWPPGQOTDX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es de mañana, la casa sola y no hay nadie, yo estoy en un sueño que no quiero despertar, la verdad, no quiero y no puedo, algo me ata a tu cama, a tu cuerpo y a tus sentimientos, me levanto de la cama sin despertarte, trato de hacer el ruido menos posible.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a la cocina y preparo algo de desayunar, regresó a la cama contigo, te abrazo, y tu pones por inercia tu cabeza sobre mi hombro, te beso la frente, y te digo buenos días princesa, que hermoso es despertar contigo en las mañanas y verte junto a mí.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos levantamos y nos bañamos juntas, eso me fascina, me emociona, me encanta, sabes muy bien que estas hermosa, pero no te gusta que yo te lo diga, eso me encanta de ti , paso todo el día contigo y eso es fascinante, pero llego a una conclusión de que no estás conmigo, no vivimos juntas, por eso no quiero despertar de este sueño, no quiero que llegue el día en que te diga me tengo que ir eso me duele como no tiene idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estamos en la distancia, porque no puedo estar contigo como yo quisiera, porqué el amor están injusto muchas veces, porque &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt; así y no puedo estar junto a ti …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque la distancia y el amor duelen así…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¿Porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-6614635086528102619?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SPuJPFIMCzI/AAAAAAAAALA/9csWd0w4VXw/s72-c/279581390_FDGMDUWPPGQOTDX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2600529909493860504</id><published>2008-10-07T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:59:14.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QuE hAcEr??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SOxaCJIok3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/7Vqn6xpBSic/s1600-h/La+muÃ±eca+de+los+ojos+tristes[1]...+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254673858092897138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SOxaCJIok3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/7Vqn6xpBSic/s320/La%2Bmu%C3%B1eca%2Bde%2Blos%2Bojos%2Btristes%5B1%5D...%2B(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que hacer en los días grises como el de hoy, que me despierto y no te encuentro a mi lado recostada en mi brazo y dormida.&lt;br /&gt;Que hacer si quiero tenerte aquí siempre, poder despertarme a tu lado y lo primero que vea sea tu cara, recostada en mi cama.&lt;br /&gt;Que hacer si en realidad estamos tan lejos, pero a la vez tan cerca, es tan inexplicable esta conexión que hay entre tú y yo.&lt;br /&gt;Que hacer que sí yo te quiero aquí junto a mí, y no dejarte ir, ojala que no llegara ese día en que me digas me tengo que ir.&lt;br /&gt;Es tan horrible estar sin ti un día, que no lo soporto, ahora imaginarme estar sin ti una eternidad creo que no lo aguantaría, creo que moriría.&lt;br /&gt;Si no puedo tocarte, si no puedo abrasarte, si no puedo besarte, si no te huelo, si no te hago mía, simplemente moriría.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no sin antes decirte que te amo con todo mi corazón y mi ser, solo así se que moriría sabiendo que a ti se te quedo todo ese amor que yo prometí darte algún día…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-2600529909493860504?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2600529909493860504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2600529909493860504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-1278494249015020418</id><published>2008-10-03T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:46:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExTrAñArTE AsI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SOZoYmL_MxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3i2_9jLgnpA/s1600-h/y1p6zIjgnoW3ejxkErG69NAJugcNcJiRv5I_peHYjkowDYWhHJU3fAhAhYqeIVeMk0NMPKejjhGaiI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000787151237906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SOZoYmL_MxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3i2_9jLgnpA/s320/y1p6zIjgnoW3ejxkErG69NAJugcNcJiRv5I_peHYjkowDYWhHJU3fAhAhYqeIVeMk0NMPKejjhGaiI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;No se como empezar este verso&lt;br /&gt;Porque simplemente me duele&lt;br /&gt;El no tenerte junto a mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo estar sin ti&lt;br /&gt;Me he dado cuenta que&lt;br /&gt;Eres todo para mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento no puedo estar bien&lt;br /&gt;Si no estas a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Si no estas aquí para mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que horrible es que tener&lt;br /&gt;A la persona que amas&lt;br /&gt;Y no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;tenerla junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Día a día, noche tras noche&lt;br /&gt;No puedo, simplemente&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño y te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que horror se siente&lt;br /&gt;El dormir junto a ti y al dia siguiente&lt;br /&gt;No sentirte junto a mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que malo es&lt;br /&gt;Acostumbrarme a ti&lt;br /&gt;Que mal se siente&lt;br /&gt;Extrañarte así…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-1278494249015020418?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/1278494249015020418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=1278494249015020418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/1278494249015020418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/1278494249015020418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/10/extraarte-asi.html' title='ExTrAñArTE AsI...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SOZoYmL_MxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3i2_9jLgnpA/s72-c/y1p6zIjgnoW3ejxkErG69NAJugcNcJiRv5I_peHYjkowDYWhHJU3fAhAhYqeIVeMk0NMPKejjhGaiI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-388514260233773793</id><published>2008-09-26T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:46:52.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DeJaMe EScRiBiR En tU cUeRpO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SN0gBFwGszI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3lk--V-QFOA/s1600-h/notas_musicales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250387943679767346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SN0gBFwGszI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3lk--V-QFOA/s320/notas_musicales.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Quisiera escribir sobre tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Las notas que mi corazón siente&lt;br /&gt;Las notas del amor que siento por ti&lt;br /&gt;Déjame escribir sobre tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Este te quiero sincero&lt;br /&gt;Déjame escribir en tus pechos,&lt;br /&gt;Tus brazos, tus piernas,&lt;br /&gt;Pero sobre todo déjame escribir&lt;br /&gt;Sobre tu corazón, unas palabras&lt;br /&gt;Una canción, o ese &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tan esperado…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-388514260233773793?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/388514260233773793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=388514260233773793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/388514260233773793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/388514260233773793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/09/dejame-escribir-en-tu-cuerpo.html' title='DeJaMe EScRiBiR En tU cUeRpO...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SN0gBFwGszI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3lk--V-QFOA/s72-c/notas_musicales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2093446924703243085</id><published>2008-09-17T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:59:50.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CoMo lO DeScRiBo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SNFhpAAKV2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k1ifRzoM60w/s1600-h/2409299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247082397866547042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SNFhpAAKV2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k1ifRzoM60w/s320/2409299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se describe un sentimiento, como se describe el amor, como se describe todo lo que se puede sentir con tan solo un beso tuyo, como se describe todo este amor que siento por ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dime como le hago para poder demostrártelo, dime como le hago para qué te des cuenta de que esto que siento por ti es de verdad, dime como te puedo creer ese te amo sincero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como es posible que sienta todo por ti, en tan poco tiempo y que sienta todo esto por ti, como iba imaginármelo que estuvieras junto a mí, como deducir todo este sentimiento, creo que puedo hacerlo solo dime &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TE AMO…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-2093446924703243085?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2093446924703243085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2093446924703243085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2093446924703243085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2093446924703243085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-lo-describo.html' title='CoMo lO DeScRiBo...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SNFhpAAKV2I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k1ifRzoM60w/s72-c/2409299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-3468340642342750016</id><published>2008-09-11T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:46:00.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué sEnTImIeNtO Es eStE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SMlZDXSLzvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Pq6SwbbMpUw/s1600-h/fotos-amor-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244821155374419698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SMlZDXSLzvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Pq6SwbbMpUw/s320/fotos-amor-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Que sentimiento es este?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que es esto que siento por ti&lt;br /&gt;Es tan fuerte, ahora se&lt;br /&gt;Que realmente te quiero junto a mí&lt;br /&gt;Que no sabes como extraño&lt;br /&gt;Tus besos, tus abrazos,&lt;br /&gt;Tu olor, tus sonrisas,&lt;br /&gt;Tus mordidas, tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Tus gestos, cuando te ríes&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te enojas, es genial&lt;br /&gt;No se que me hiciste&lt;br /&gt;Ni se que pasara&lt;br /&gt;Pero por ahora&lt;br /&gt;Puedo decirte que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Que quiero que estés conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Que se que no puedo&lt;br /&gt;Prometerte amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Pero puedo prometerte&lt;br /&gt;Un &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te amo&lt;/span&gt; sincero…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-3468340642342750016?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/3468340642342750016/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SMlZDXSLzvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Pq6SwbbMpUw/s72-c/fotos-amor-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-5313495310540174645</id><published>2008-09-04T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:56:14.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El pENsAr eN Ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SMDJ3s6ZsCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QMHNd9leS3w/s1600-h/10447219-13230268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242411925045358626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SMDJ3s6ZsCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QMHNd9leS3w/s320/10447219-13230268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;El estar pensando es ti me hace bien&lt;br /&gt;El estar pensando que harás&lt;br /&gt;El que dirás de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me pasa la tarde pensando&lt;br /&gt;En tu bien&lt;br /&gt;En tus miradas&lt;br /&gt;En ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En que muero por que&lt;br /&gt;Estés conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Recorrer con mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Y conocer con mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que estés aquí&lt;br /&gt;Pero como le hago&lt;br /&gt;Si estas lejos de mi&lt;br /&gt;Pero segura estoy&lt;br /&gt;Que estarás conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Algún día…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-5313495310540174645?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/5313495310540174645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SMDJ3s6ZsCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QMHNd9leS3w/s72-c/10447219-13230268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6931407982690630592</id><published>2008-08-30T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:19:23.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EnAmOrArSe??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SLopr1GZeQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wMl6eeIu1Vc/s1600-h/102833401_IUSADCAGQUSWFUV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240546949364021506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SLopr1GZeQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wMl6eeIu1Vc/s320/102833401_IUSADCAGQUSWFUV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¿Que es enamorarse?&lt;/span&gt; Es sentir ese huracán dentro de ti, es mirar sus ojos y ver lo puro y lo hermoso que es el amor, es querer sentir sus abrazos y sus besos y nunca dejarla ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Es querer alcanzar las estrellas, la luna y bajarlas para ella, es querer imaginar un mundo, un universo solo para ti y ella, es querer y desear darle todo de ti, ¿eso es enamorarse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O quizás para mí si lo es cada quien tiene un punto diferente del amor, el mío es ese y se resume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt; a ella…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-6931407982690630592?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/6931407982690630592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=6931407982690630592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6931407982690630592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6931407982690630592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/08/enamorarse.html' title='EnAmOrArSe??'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SLopr1GZeQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wMl6eeIu1Vc/s72-c/102833401_IUSADCAGQUSWFUV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-8124548650380544057</id><published>2008-08-24T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:10:23.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EsToY DeNtRo dE TuS SuEñOs??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SLHOGyMMj-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/F-uiDVy1sJ0/s1600-h/soleloyc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238194457556062178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SLHOGyMMj-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/F-uiDVy1sJ0/s320/soleloyc7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Quiero poder meterme en tu sueños, realizar un mundo perfecto para las dos, que en ese mundo estemos tú y yo solamente, me da tristeza entrar en tus sueños y simplemente no puedo encontrarte, acaso me he perdido, o acaso me has olvidado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Quiero estar dentro de ti de esos tus sueños, busco los tantos sueños que creamos juntas, y no los encuentro por ningún lado, realmente me duele el que los hayas olvidado, me duele el que ya no me quieras ni en tu mente y menos en tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Quiero, quiero tantas cosas contigo pero simplemente no se puede, quiero hacer un mundo para ti y para mi pero simplemente no puedo, no puedo quedarme dentro de ti, solo me conformo con recordar lo que alguna ves tuvimos juntas y te dejo un recuerdo y un sueño incompleto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-8124548650380544057?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/8124548650380544057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=8124548650380544057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/8124548650380544057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/8124548650380544057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/08/estoy-dentro-de-tus-sueos.html' title='EsToY DeNtRo dE TuS SuEñOs??'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SLHOGyMMj-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/F-uiDVy1sJ0/s72-c/soleloyc7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6360397890701048624</id><published>2008-08-18T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:47:33.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AuSeNcIa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SKnRzHft58I/AAAAAAAAAJY/c51lsMqq_Ug/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235946717910525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SKnRzHft58I/AAAAAAAAAJY/c51lsMqq_Ug/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosas marchitas, un cuarto gris, una cama vacía, miles de pensamientos envano, besos equivocados, caricias perdidas, un cuarto solo, a lo lejos se oye un llanto,&lt;br /&gt;No llores por favor te digo al oído, pero es raro no me escuchas, me pregunto si te hice daño, perdóname no fue mi intención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos rotas, tiradas, platos sin lavar, ropa en el suelo, la casa toda tirada, que paso aquí, regreso a verte y te ves destrozada me pongo frente tuyo y no me ves que pasa te tomo de las manos, las quitas, mil preguntas y dudas en mi cabeza, te hecho daño dímelo, te lo pregunto miles de veces pero tu llanto no cesa, no se que puedo hacer si no me escuchas, si no me dejas amarte como siempre lo he hecho, te levantas, vas hacia la recamara te sientas en la cama y yo te sigo y me siento junto a ti , y sigues sin sentirme que pasa te vuelvo a preguntar y tu sin responder, recoges una foto del suelo y la ves y dices porque te tuviste que ir, yo sigo sin entender y te digo amor aquí estoy siénteme, besame, abrázame soy tuya, acaso no lo ves, tu sigues llorando y dices amor te amo porque me dejaste aquí sola sin ti porque tenias que morir así, un silencio invade la habitación mi voz se apaga, te quedas dormida en la cama con la foto abrazada a tu pecho ahora entiendo tu llanto, no llores amor te digo al oído lamento dejarte sola, lamento haberme ido, te dejo un beso y un amor eternamente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-6360397890701048624?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/6360397890701048624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=6360397890701048624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6360397890701048624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6360397890701048624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/08/ausencia.html' title='AuSeNcIa...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SKnRzHft58I/AAAAAAAAAJY/c51lsMqq_Ug/s72-c/9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-7722703486502479610</id><published>2008-08-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:28:02.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PeNsAnDo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SKBMPs1wR-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/09CYJMkf6g0/s1600-h/2284847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233266599622887394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SKBMPs1wR-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/09CYJMkf6g0/s320/2284847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El estar pensando es ti me hace bien&lt;br /&gt;El estar pensando que harás&lt;br /&gt;El que dirás de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me pasa la tarde pensando&lt;br /&gt;En tu bien&lt;br /&gt;En tus miradas&lt;br /&gt;En ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En que muero por que&lt;br /&gt;Estés conmigo&lt;br /&gt;Recorrer con mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Y conocer con mis manos&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que estés aquí&lt;br /&gt;Pero como le hago&lt;br /&gt;Si eres ajena a mí…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-7722703486502479610?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/7722703486502479610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=7722703486502479610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7722703486502479610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7722703486502479610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/08/pensando.html' title='PeNsAnDo...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SKBMPs1wR-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/09CYJMkf6g0/s72-c/2284847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-7860814285821314696</id><published>2008-08-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:40:27.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy, hOy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SJiQPIpOR9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/18aJTDiDFEk/s1600-h/286955-1610280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231089556883654610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SJiQPIpOR9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/18aJTDiDFEk/s320/286955-1610280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hoy tengo unas ganas inmensas&lt;br /&gt;De verte, de abrasarte&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tengo esos nervios que&lt;br /&gt;Me haces sentir&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tengo miedo&lt;br /&gt;A quererte&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tengo miedo de&lt;br /&gt;Volver a sufrir&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, hoy&lt;br /&gt;Te tendré de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;En mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Sin importarme&lt;br /&gt;El quererte y el sufrir de nuevo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-7860814285821314696?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/7860814285821314696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=7860814285821314696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7860814285821314696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7860814285821314696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoy-hoy.html' title='Hoy, hOy...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SJiQPIpOR9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/18aJTDiDFEk/s72-c/286955-1610280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-5884565026908596766</id><published>2008-08-01T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:41:58.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo sAbEs ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SJPzad1-qSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c2Xhi3vzMbU/s1600-h/199272030_LSORIULHNCJCCOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229791228320459042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SJPzad1-qSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c2Xhi3vzMbU/s320/199272030_LSORIULHNCJCCOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;No sabes como necesito tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Como necesito el rocé de tus manos&lt;br /&gt;No sabes como me hace falta&lt;br /&gt;El olor de tu cuerpo sobre el mío&lt;br /&gt;No sabes como duele el extrañarte&lt;br /&gt;Así como lo hago días y noches enteras&lt;br /&gt;No sabes como me haces falta&lt;br /&gt;Creo que encontré lo que me faltaba&lt;br /&gt;Pero el extrañarte me sigue lastimando&lt;br /&gt;Como el primer día que te fuiste…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-5884565026908596766?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/5884565026908596766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=5884565026908596766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5884565026908596766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5884565026908596766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/08/lo-sabes.html' title='Lo sAbEs ??'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SJPzad1-qSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c2Xhi3vzMbU/s72-c/199272030_LSORIULHNCJCCOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4884674528589171457</id><published>2008-07-27T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:11:12.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sEnTiMiEnToS eN uNa bOtELLa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SIzWPpg39xI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mYe2fyIRl9Y/s1600-h/botella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227788831800424210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SIzWPpg39xI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mYe2fyIRl9Y/s320/botella.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Quiero poner todos estos sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;En una botella cerrarla&lt;br /&gt;Y aventarla al mar&lt;br /&gt;Y espero que llegue a una isla desierta&lt;br /&gt;Y que en la orilla se quede&lt;br /&gt;Y esos sentimientos se pierdan&lt;br /&gt;Se olviden de que nacieron por ti&lt;br /&gt;Se olviden que estuvieron&lt;br /&gt;En mi corazón que se queden&lt;br /&gt;Ahí y que no regresen más&lt;br /&gt;A seguir lastimando a este&lt;br /&gt;Pobre corazón…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4884674528589171457?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4884674528589171457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=4884674528589171457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4884674528589171457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4884674528589171457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/07/sentimientos-en-una-botella.html' title='sEnTiMiEnToS eN uNa bOtELLa...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SIzWPpg39xI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mYe2fyIRl9Y/s72-c/botella.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2184390759562760536</id><published>2008-07-22T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:33:29.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DiGanMe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SIZSHDhOphI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Id01C2jze-A/s1600-h/hearthand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225954698767279634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SIZSHDhOphI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Id01C2jze-A/s320/hearthand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Díganme si la vida no es bella, díganme que es lo mejor, saben hay que aprender a vivirla, disfrutarla, saborearla en todos sus sentidos, la vida esta llena de colores,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre y cuando depende el estado de ánimo que tengamos.&lt;br /&gt;Díganme quien no ha sufrido por amor alguna ves?? Creo que todos y decimos pero porque nos pasa esto, porque a mi, no digan eso las cosas pasan por algo nosotros nos ponemos obstáculos que después con el tiempo al con juntarlos vale la pena el haberlos pasado porque tenemos a la persona que amamos a nuestro lado.&lt;br /&gt;Vívanla, amen, disfrútenla, saboréenla pónganle un color a su vida o dejen que alguien muy especial se lo ponga, rían, lloren, pero amen sin medida, que la vida es solo una y también el amor de tu vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-2184390759562760536?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2184390759562760536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2184390759562760536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2184390759562760536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2184390759562760536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/07/diganme.html' title='DiGanMe...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SIZSHDhOphI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Id01C2jze-A/s72-c/hearthand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6042760896976720702</id><published>2008-07-18T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:12:24.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QuIeRo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SIDrC9rrY3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4F8q8pZNVd8/s1600-h/CoMo+GaLlEtItA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224434003899802482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SIDrC9rrY3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4F8q8pZNVd8/s320/CoMo+GaLlEtItA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que día tan hermoso con tan solo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escuchar tu voz me ganaron los nervios,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero podre ver tan solo tus ojos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero poder besar tu boca,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero no quiero darte ese abraso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que con tu partida lastima...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-6042760896976720702?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/6042760896976720702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=6042760896976720702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6042760896976720702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6042760896976720702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/07/quiero.html' title='QuIeRo...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SIDrC9rrY3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4F8q8pZNVd8/s72-c/CoMo+GaLlEtItA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-3591648539483196969</id><published>2008-07-12T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:41:09.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PoRquE Me diJiStE ToDO EsO :-(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHkW2Qc-LzI/AAAAAAAAAII/S6I9M_iR2K0/s1600-h/10352985-12146870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222230364298030898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHkW2Qc-LzI/AAAAAAAAAII/S6I9M_iR2K0/s320/10352985-12146870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dime porque me dijiste&lt;br /&gt;Que me querías&lt;br /&gt;Creo que cometí un error&lt;br /&gt;Al decirte que eras muy importante&lt;br /&gt;En mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Dime porque me dijiste&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te conocí antes?&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera haber sido yo a la que conocieras&lt;br /&gt;Pero no fue así, lo siento&lt;br /&gt;Como pudo Salir de mi boca ese te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Ese te necesito a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Dime porque me dijiste que&lt;br /&gt;Te hago falta, que me extrañas&lt;br /&gt;Dime si mi corazón estaba tan bien&lt;br /&gt;Sin esas palabras tuyas&lt;br /&gt;No puedo ocultar tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;Y de eso me doy cuenta&lt;br /&gt;No puedes ocultar tanto amor&lt;br /&gt;Y de eso te das cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Déjame ser ese alguien&lt;br /&gt;Que este a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Déjame ser quien te ame&lt;br /&gt;Como nadie te ha amado&lt;br /&gt;Déjame como siempre&lt;br /&gt;Me has dejado&lt;br /&gt;Sola, triste y&lt;br /&gt;Con el corazón llorando…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-3591648539483196969?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/3591648539483196969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=3591648539483196969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/3591648539483196969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/3591648539483196969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-me-dijiste-todo-eso.html' title='PoRquE Me diJiStE ToDO EsO :-('/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHkW2Qc-LzI/AAAAAAAAAII/S6I9M_iR2K0/s72-c/10352985-12146870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4095842185056297914</id><published>2008-07-03T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:50:04.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un AmOr pErDidO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SG3H_gVBVBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qi2W6dJ9EEc/s1600-h/1159298312_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219047437016060946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SG3H_gVBVBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qi2W6dJ9EEc/s320/1159298312_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Como deseo volver&lt;br /&gt;A tenerte entre mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Como deseo besar&lt;br /&gt;Esos labios rojos&lt;br /&gt;Como deseo&lt;br /&gt;Querer sentir tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el mío&lt;br /&gt;Como deseo poder&lt;br /&gt;Tenerte de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como deseo que&lt;br /&gt;De tu boca salga ese te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Como deseo que me digas&lt;br /&gt;Que regrese a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Pero porque deseo tanto&lt;br /&gt;Si nunca te tuve&lt;br /&gt;Si nunca te bese&lt;br /&gt;Si nunca te toque&lt;br /&gt;Si tu corazón nunca fue mío&lt;br /&gt;Si tan solo fuiste&lt;br /&gt;Un amor perdido…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4095842185056297914?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4095842185056297914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=4095842185056297914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4095842185056297914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4095842185056297914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-amor-perdido.html' title='Un AmOr pErDidO...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SG3H_gVBVBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qi2W6dJ9EEc/s72-c/1159298312_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2192538042667248818</id><published>2008-06-29T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:35:37.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>qUe RiCo nO??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SGfj3jqQg6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/e0GxarnHqUo/s1600-h/infidelidad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217389236936803234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SGfj3jqQg6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/e0GxarnHqUo/s320/infidelidad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que rico es ser infiel&lt;br /&gt;Que delicioso es sentir&lt;br /&gt;Aquella adrenalina&lt;br /&gt;Subiendo por tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Que rico es mentir&lt;br /&gt;Piadosamente&lt;br /&gt;Que delicioso es&lt;br /&gt;Inventar algo&lt;br /&gt;Para poder ser te infiel&lt;br /&gt;No es un pecado&lt;br /&gt;Es un placer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que se hace&lt;br /&gt;Sin querer ser infiel…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-2192538042667248818?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2192538042667248818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2192538042667248818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2192538042667248818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2192538042667248818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/06/que-rico-no.html' title='qUe RiCo nO??'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SGfj3jqQg6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/e0GxarnHqUo/s72-c/infidelidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-1283252661162260189</id><published>2008-06-21T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:17:15.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QuIeRo TeNeR Mi cIeLo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SF3ELch1oVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NBCSK8BBrXM/s1600-h/20061113141809-arcoiris-20doble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214539644480627026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SF3ELch1oVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NBCSK8BBrXM/s320/20061113141809-arcoiris-20doble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Quisiera hacer otro cielo&lt;br /&gt;Mojarlo, enjabonarlo,&lt;br /&gt;Secarlo, y ponerlo de nuevo al sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Quisiera tocarlo con solo&lt;br /&gt;El alzar la palma de mi mano&lt;br /&gt;Y con ella rozar una nube&lt;br /&gt;Y sentirme por fin grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que la arcoiris&lt;br /&gt;Que aparece sea el puente&lt;br /&gt;Para llegar hacia el&lt;br /&gt;Y que no solo sea el fin&lt;br /&gt;De una fantasía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que cuando&lt;br /&gt;Llegue mi momento de tener&lt;br /&gt;Mi cielo ese cielo, sea&lt;br /&gt;Azul, con nubes de algodón&lt;br /&gt;Un arcóiris llena de colores&lt;br /&gt;Y un corazón con otro corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Y que ese corazón&lt;br /&gt;Sea el tuyo y el mio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-1283252661162260189?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/1283252661162260189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=1283252661162260189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/1283252661162260189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/1283252661162260189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiero-tener-mi-cielo.html' title='QuIeRo TeNeR Mi cIeLo...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SF3ELch1oVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NBCSK8BBrXM/s72-c/20061113141809-arcoiris-20doble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6078208000346426932</id><published>2008-06-14T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:07:38.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿cÓmO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SFPCjz3DCiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r1F0ZICfI24/s1600-h/137366-3333265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211723114270100002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SFPCjz3DCiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r1F0ZICfI24/s320/137366-3333265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIME COMO LE DIGO A MIS OJOS QUE DEJEN DE BUSCARTE, DIME COMO LE DIGO A MIS MANOS QUE SE MUEREN POR TOCARTE, DIME COMO LE DIGO A MI CUERPO QUE NO EXTRAÑE AL TUYO, PERO DIME COMO LE HAGO PARA QUE ESTE CORAZÓN DEJE DE LATIR POR TI.&lt;br /&gt;DIME QUE HAGO PARA QUE MIS DIAS NO SEAN DE UN COLOR GRIS, DIME COMO HAGO PARA TRATAR DE OLVIDAR ESE TE QUIERO FORZADO, DIME COMO LE HAGO SI ESE TE QUIERO ME HACIA FELIZ.&lt;br /&gt;ASI PUEDO PASARME PREGUNTANDOTE COMO LE HAGO PARA SER COMO TU, PARA NO SENTIR DOLOR, PARA SER INSENSIBLE, LA VERDAD NO PUEDO, PERO TAMPOCO SE COMO PUEDES ESTAR SIN QUE PASE NADA, COMO PODIAS NO SENTIR NADA CON UN BESO MIO, CON UN ABRASO, CON UN DETALLE, CON UN TE QUIERO QUE SIEMPRE FUE SINCERO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;¿¿COMO??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-6078208000346426932?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/6078208000346426932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=6078208000346426932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6078208000346426932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6078208000346426932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/06/cmo.html' title='¿cÓmO?'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SFPCjz3DCiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/r1F0ZICfI24/s72-c/137366-3333265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4834025885211714847</id><published>2008-06-09T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:21:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CoMo Lo dEsCrIbO??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SE2QqG2EF9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/uEHtHo3bv80/s1600-h/y1pU2JijUo8JGGSTUU5XCCM9YnFhikGBrhIhkE58lQ-Y_wGiWirSK4vnbbS2PdzRbLqkCm5bLI4z1M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209979397003810770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SE2QqG2EF9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/uEHtHo3bv80/s320/y1pU2JijUo8JGGSTUU5XCCM9YnFhikGBrhIhkE58lQ-Y_wGiWirSK4vnbbS2PdzRbLqkCm5bLI4z1M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mis manos son instrumentos&lt;br /&gt;Mi boca habla lo que mi corazón siente&lt;br /&gt;Mi mente guarda nuestros momentos&lt;br /&gt;Y mi corazón muere lentamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4834025885211714847?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4834025885211714847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=4834025885211714847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4834025885211714847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4834025885211714847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/06/como-lo-describo.html' title='CoMo Lo dEsCrIbO??'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SE2QqG2EF9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/uEHtHo3bv80/s72-c/y1pU2JijUo8JGGSTUU5XCCM9YnFhikGBrhIhkE58lQ-Y_wGiWirSK4vnbbS2PdzRbLqkCm5bLI4z1M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-402323297660871019</id><published>2008-06-05T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:16:01.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿QuIeN Me dIcE EstO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SEg7WnJnEPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UhOxvVkUUO8/s1600-h/y1pU2JijUo8JGHNDyHd3mPT3DyQPL4VpLp0ptpVbpbrCGK0b3-tFspqcRWo59sMJMT0JEG3mWoHPwQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208478228706431218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SEg7WnJnEPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UhOxvVkUUO8/s320/y1pU2JijUo8JGHNDyHd3mPT3DyQPL4VpLp0ptpVbpbrCGK0b3-tFspqcRWo59sMJMT0JEG3mWoHPwQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que bella es la vida, solo hay que aprender a vivirla y disfrutarla no te frustres por &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un amor que no ha sido tuyo, no vale la pena estar así por alguien que no te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valora, solo espero que cuando llegue la persona correcta sepas valorarla y no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hacer lo mismo que tu amor pasado. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te harás la pregunta ¿Quién me dice esto? Soy yo tu corazón que a pesar de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estar lastimado, enamorado, olvidado, no tengo miedo a volver amar, no tengo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miedo de querer a una persona más.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-402323297660871019?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/402323297660871019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=402323297660871019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/402323297660871019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/402323297660871019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/06/quien-me-dice-esto.html' title='¿QuIeN Me dIcE EstO?'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SEg7WnJnEPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/UhOxvVkUUO8/s72-c/y1pU2JijUo8JGHNDyHd3mPT3DyQPL4VpLp0ptpVbpbrCGK0b3-tFspqcRWo59sMJMT0JEG3mWoHPwQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-84591983957132201</id><published>2008-06-01T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T13:05:03.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te hA PaSadO aLgUnA VeZ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SEMAxl4atNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Edd9aWIfR7Y/s1600-h/Nomequiereseguir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207006446152758482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SEMAxl4atNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Edd9aWIfR7Y/s320/Nomequiereseguir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te ha pasado alguna vez,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que tu corazón no kiere irse contigo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque tu lo regalaste a la persona &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que lo cuidaria, lo amaria,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y lo unico que haces despues &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es arrastrarlo junto a ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque sin ti prefiere morir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-84591983957132201?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/84591983957132201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=84591983957132201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/84591983957132201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/84591983957132201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/06/te-ha-pasado-alguna-vez.html' title='Te hA PaSadO aLgUnA VeZ?'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SEMAxl4atNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Edd9aWIfR7Y/s72-c/Nomequiereseguir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-5337799353707009418</id><published>2008-05-28T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:20:09.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SaBeS? De rEiK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes? no pido nada mas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que estar entre tus brazos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y huir de todo mal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a todo he renunciado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por estar junto a ti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes? No dejo de pensar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que estoy enamorado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te quiero confesar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy solo un esclavo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que no sabe vivir sin ti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando llegaste tú &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te metiste en mí ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encendiste la luz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me llenaste de fe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto tiempo busqué &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero al fin te encontré &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan perfecta como te imaginé &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como aguja en un pajar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te busqué sin cesar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como huella en el mar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan difícil de hallar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto tiempo busqué &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero al fin te encontré &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan perfecta…. como te imaginé&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes? Te quiero confesar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que te encuentro irresistible &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dejo de pensar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que haría lo imposible &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por quedarme cerca de ti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando llegaste tú &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te metiste en mí ser &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encendiste la luz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me llenaste de fe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto tiempo busqué &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero al fin te encontré &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan perfecta como te imaginé &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como aguja en un pajar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te busqué sin cesar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como huella en el mar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan difícil de hallar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto tiempo busqué &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero al fin te encontré &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan perfecta…. como te imaginé &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes? no pido nada mas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que estar entre tus brazos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-5337799353707009418?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/5337799353707009418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=5337799353707009418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5337799353707009418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5337799353707009418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/05/sabes-de-reik.html' title='SaBeS? 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SDxdILJRGwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SKiMLhr0r8w/s1600-h/125872747_YEBYNYYMVITITPX.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada sentimiento hacia a ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada mirada sobre de mi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada abraso, cada caricia que cae sobre tu cuerpo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada te quiero callado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada corazón atropellado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero sobre todo cada recuerdo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me has dejado...&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7782287812742819249-1034531194128930194?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/1034531194128930194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SDxdfLJRGxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LJTWeCP2QtU/s72-c/abrazame.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-7538618416332994224</id><published>2008-05-22T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:57:10.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me hAs dEjAdO CoMo tU KiErEs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SDYkP7JRGuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M7HUu_9Y3yc/s1600-h/criss33rl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203386275466386146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SDYkP7JRGuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M7HUu_9Y3yc/s320/criss33rl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Esos ojos profundos como la noche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Esas manos que acarician como la luna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Esos labios que arden al besarte como el sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ese abraso calido como la primavera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Y se adios tan frío como el invierno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Que deja a este corazón como tu has querido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-7538618416332994224?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/7538618416332994224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=7538618416332994224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7538618416332994224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7538618416332994224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-has-dejado-como-tu-kieres.html' title='Me hAs dEjAdO CoMo tU KiErEs...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SDYkP7JRGuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M7HUu_9Y3yc/s72-c/criss33rl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-703631211587796130</id><published>2008-05-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:12:40.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aMoR¡¡¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SCynEQbw7II/AAAAAAAAAGI/m4TLeN5aEL4/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200715361278815362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SCynEQbw7II/AAAAAAAAAGI/m4TLeN5aEL4/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Amor, palabra que se dice sin pensar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Amor, cuatro letras faciles de expresar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Amor, un palabra tan pequeña y tan grande a la vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Amor, tantas formas de amar, en silencio, contigo , en vacio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Amor, es un beso, una caricia, un abrazo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Amor, tantos significados que la vida le da,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR, ¿ QUÉ SIGNIFICA PARA TI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-703631211587796130?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/703631211587796130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=703631211587796130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/703631211587796130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/703631211587796130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/05/amor.html' title='aMoR¡¡¡'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SCynEQbw7II/AAAAAAAAAGI/m4TLeN5aEL4/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-969117904102887017</id><published>2008-05-11T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:15:55.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DeJaMe sEr lO K Tu kIeRaS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SCcbowbw7HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wUOtZ6BZJ8w/s1600-h/orillas01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199154681832598642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SCcbowbw7HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wUOtZ6BZJ8w/s320/orillas01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los días junto a ti son maravillosos&lt;br /&gt;Los días sin ti simplemente se me hacen lluviosos&lt;br /&gt;No quiero que te alejes de mí&lt;br /&gt;No quiero dejar de verte junto a mí&lt;br /&gt;Déjame estar a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Déjame ser tu lado izquierdo de tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;Déjame, tan solo déjame&lt;br /&gt;Ser lo que tú quieras que sea&lt;br /&gt;Solo una noche o tu vida entera...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-969117904102887017?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/969117904102887017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=969117904102887017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/969117904102887017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/969117904102887017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/05/dejame-ser-lo-k-tu-kieras.html' title='DeJaMe sEr lO K Tu kIeRaS...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SCcbowbw7HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wUOtZ6BZJ8w/s72-c/orillas01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2525006829500259770</id><published>2008-05-06T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:18:42.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PeRfEcTA O ImPeRfEcTa??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SCB2rgvKByI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qUBRlmZB8i4/s1600-h/la%20respuesta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197284459879728930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SCB2rgvKByI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qUBRlmZB8i4/s320/la%2520respuesta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UnO aPrEnDe AmaR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No cUaNdO EnCuEnTrA A La pErSoNa PeRfEcTa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SiNo cUaNdO aPrEnDe a cReEr eN La pErFeCcIÓn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De uN PeRsOnA iMpErfEcTa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero esta frase les guste enserio la encontre por ahy jeje y la vdd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tiene toda la razón no lo creen??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-2525006829500259770?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2525006829500259770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2525006829500259770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2525006829500259770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2525006829500259770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfecta-o-imperfecta.html' title='PeRfEcTA O ImPeRfEcTa??'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SCB2rgvKByI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qUBRlmZB8i4/s72-c/la%2520respuesta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6117790043229346626</id><published>2008-04-27T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:43:56.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te qUIeRo¡¡¡ VN´7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SBVHkAvKBxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bu0EVSE1Rk0/s1600-h/25-04-08_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194136429240387346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SBVHkAvKBxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bu0EVSE1Rk0/s320/25-04-08_1451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te quiero como nunca lo imagine,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te quiero aquí, te quiero lento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te quiero al susurro de un beso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te quiero como la mañana al sol,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te quiero como la luna a la noche,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que cuando no estas a mi lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No existo, no vivo, no siento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque tan solo con el extrañarte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siento que mi corazón muere lentamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-6117790043229346626?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/6117790043229346626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=6117790043229346626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6117790043229346626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6117790043229346626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/04/te-quiero-vn7.html' title='Te qUIeRo¡¡¡ VN´7'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SBVHkAvKBxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bu0EVSE1Rk0/s72-c/25-04-08_1451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4201910542949037981</id><published>2008-04-22T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:07:43.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿QuE Es eL AmOr?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SA43dAvKBtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XEYR6xWcsfI/s1600-h/cOrAzOn+dE+DoNd+vIeNeS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192148391958283986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SA43dAvKBtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/XEYR6xWcsfI/s320/cOrAzOn+dE+DoNd+vIeNeS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que es el amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es un sentimiento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Lo vez?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Lo sientes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Como sabes que lo sientes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por mi reacción al estar con la persona a quien quiero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Que reacción es?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que hace que mi corazón lata muy fuerte o lento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Pero quien me dice todo esto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy yo tu corazón enamorado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Enamorado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si enamorado de una ilusión que tu aun no crees...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4201910542949037981?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4201910542949037981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi otoño, mi verano e invierno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero que seas lo que tu quieras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi amor, mi vida, y mi alma entera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero que quieras ser ese alguien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que este conmigo sin importarle nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero querer ser ese alguien&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quien duerma y despiertes conmigo a un lado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero, ¿porque quiero?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Porque te deseo tanto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Porque no te quedas conmigo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿porque te quiero tanto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo lo que queria y quiero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contigo lo he perdido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque tan solo con una mirada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te entrego mi alma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-8597363112744419839?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Todo lo que buscaba, por fin lo encontré,&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que ansiaba, por fin lo tengo en ti,&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquello que deseaba, lo siento junto a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Y todo este amor que siento es por ti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-871129238863816441?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/871129238863816441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=871129238863816441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-1872452136071233021</id><published>2008-04-09T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:58:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SeNtADa A La lUz dE La lUnA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R_07qKRpcSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gzoDsUEOmM4/s1600-h/christmassnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187367941299597602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R_07qKRpcSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gzoDsUEOmM4/s320/christmassnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Sentada al la media noche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;a la luz de la luna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;y pensando en qué mañana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;sera otro dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;que no estoy junto a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Sentada en la soledad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;con esa gran compañia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;que sin pedirla, siempre esta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;para acompañarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Sentada; pensando en tus besos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;soñando que estas ahy conmigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;tratando de sentirte junto a mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;pero desgraciadamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;abri los ojos y solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;estabamos la luna, mi soledad y yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-1872452136071233021?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo escritor necesita una inspiración,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y tu eres la mia, aunque no soy escritor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solo escribo lo que mi corazón quiere decir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo artista necesita una inspiración,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y si yo fuera artista, tu serias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la escultura perfecta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo cantante necsita una inspiración,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y si yi fuera cantante, tu serias,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la letra de una canción.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero como no soy escritor, ni cantante, ni artista,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solo soy yo con este corazón, lleno de amor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de ilusión, y que sin condición&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se entrega al fondo de tu corazón...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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conducimos en tu coche &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me gusta donde estamos ... aquí &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque nuestros labios pueden tocar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y nuestras mejillas pueden rozar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuestros labios pueden tocar...aquí &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pues tu eres el unico...el unico que miente cerca de mi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susurro "hola" te extraño un tanto terriblemente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me enamoro...Me enamoro de ti de repentinamente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y ahora no hay otro lugar en el que pudiera estar ...pero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquí en tus brazos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me gusta donde duermes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando duermes ...junto a mi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me gusta donde duermes...aquí &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuestros labios pueden tocar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pues tu eres el unico...el uncio que miente cerca de mi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susurro "hola" te extraño...te extraño &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me enamoro ... me enamoro de ti repentinamente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y ahora no hay otro lugar en el que pudiera estar pero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquí en tus brazos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(aquí en tus brazos...) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(aquí en tus brazos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero les guste esta cancion a mi me gusta mucho mucho enserio es mas tenia tiempo buscandola y m kerida prima me la paso jejeje los kiero cuidense besos¡¡¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-in-your-arms.html' title='HeRe (In yOuR aRmS)'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-316008274016516623</id><published>2008-04-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:46:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un nUEVo cOlOr!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R_PGT4Y76VI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UR3vVqR2PN8/s1600-h/TIN228LfvVKM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184705640890362194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R_PGT4Y76VI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UR3vVqR2PN8/s320/TIN228LfvVKM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy mi corazón tiene un nuevo color,&lt;br /&gt;Lo han pintado de color amor,&lt;br /&gt;Lo han transformado en algo nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;En algo que nunca había imaginado,&lt;br /&gt;Ahora siente el amor, lo vive,&lt;br /&gt;Y sabe que el solo puede dejar de latir&lt;br /&gt;Si tú no estas junto a mí…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-316008274016516623?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/316008274016516623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R_PGT4Y76VI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UR3vVqR2PN8/s72-c/TIN228LfvVKM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-5999453032534618486</id><published>2008-03-29T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:29:37.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ReCuErDo o eNcUEnTrO??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R-6YW4Y76QI/AAAAAAAAADM/XjGhJ1iMJyc/s1600-h/melancolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183247740011538690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R-6YW4Y76QI/AAAAAAAAADM/XjGhJ1iMJyc/s320/melancolia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Como olvidarme de tu olor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;como olvidar ese dia lleno de color,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;como puedo decirle a mi mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;para dejar de pensar en ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;para dejar a un lado, esa imagen tuya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;esos ojos, esos, labios, ese cuerpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;que al recordarlo, mi corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;me dice que no te deje ir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;que te quiere ver de nuevo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;que quiere ser algo más,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;que no quiere ser tan solo un recuerdo o un encuentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-5999453032534618486?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/5999453032534618486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=5999453032534618486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5999453032534618486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5999453032534618486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/03/recuerdo-o-encuentro.html' title='ReCuErDo o eNcUEnTrO??'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R-6YW4Y76QI/AAAAAAAAADM/XjGhJ1iMJyc/s72-c/melancolia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-8007700347290060941</id><published>2008-03-23T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:28:05.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ExPLIcAmE¡¡¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R-ctooY76PI/AAAAAAAAADE/aut5z08wRUE/s1600-h/entend%C3%AD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181160072373070066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R-ctooY76PI/AAAAAAAAADE/aut5z08wRUE/s320/entend%25C3%25AD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explícame como puedes estar así sin mi, explícame como me haces sentir si no te tengo aquí, explícame si esto que siento es mutuo, explícame si de verdad me has olvidado, pero dime como me explicaras tantas cosas, y preguntas que tengo dentro de este corazón que se ha enamorado tan solo de una ilusión.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-8007700347290060941?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Roma,Y es verdad, porque el mío,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me lleva cada noche al hueco que, te nombra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y le hablo y le suelto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una sonrisa, una blasfemia y dos, derrotas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luego apago tus ojos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y duermo con tu nombre besando, mi boca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay, amor mío,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q terriblemente absurdo es estar vivo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin el alma de tu cuerpo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sin tu latido.Sin tu latido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que el final de esta historia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enésima autobiografía de un fracaso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No te sirva de ejemplo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hay quien afirma que el amor es un, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;milagro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que no hay mal que no cure,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero tampoco bien que le dure cien años,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eso casi lo salva,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo malo son las noches que mojan,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi mano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay, amor mío,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q terriblemente absurdo es estar vivo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin el alma de tu cuerpo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sin tu latido.Sin tu latido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunque todo ya es nada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No se por qué te escondes y huyes de, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi encuentro,Por saber de tu vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No creo que vulnere ningún mandamiento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tan terrible es el odio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q ni te atreves a mostrarme tu desprecio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero no me hagas caso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo que me pasa es que este mundo no, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo entiendo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay, amor mío,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q terriblemente absurdo es estar vivo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin el alma de tu cuerpo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sin tu latido.Sin tu latido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay, amor mío,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q terriblemente absurdo es estar vivo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin el alma de tu cuerpo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sin tu latido.Sin tu latido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay, amor mío,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q terriblemente absurdo es estar vivo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin el alma de tu cuerpo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sin tu latido.Sin tu latido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero les guste ya que a mi la trova me fascina ademas esta canción me trae muchos recuerdos besos atte. La fLaKi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/7782287812742819249-5938104791751116257?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c434dc9bfa577a92&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/5938104791751116257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=5938104791751116257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5938104791751116257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5938104791751116257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/03/esta-cancin-me-fascina.html' title='EsTa cAnCiÓn mE FaScInA¡¡¡'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-1029999590377545994</id><published>2008-03-13T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:09:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ReSpOnDeMe!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R9ml7MSizXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dYgtK5TQtDs/s1600-h/Llorar%20Duele%20Mas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177351682968964466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R9ml7MSizXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dYgtK5TQtDs/s320/Llorar%2520Duele%2520Mas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dime si a mi corazón le importa que no lo ames, dime si a mi cuerpo le importa que no lo toques, dime si a mi cabeza no le importa pensar en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Pregúntale a tu corazón si no me ama, pregúntale a tu cuerpo si no necesita del mío, pregúntale a tu cabeza si no me piensa.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sobre todo pregúntate si en realidad me amas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-1029999590377545994?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/1029999590377545994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=1029999590377545994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/1029999590377545994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/1029999590377545994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/03/respondeme.html' title='ReSpOnDeMe!!!'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R9ml7MSizXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dYgtK5TQtDs/s72-c/Llorar%2520Duele%2520Mas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4950360932302314138</id><published>2008-03-05T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:12:07.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QuE MaS PUeDo hAcEr??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R899GMYtApI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3x7PG-wlu8/s1600-h/1170529031_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174492042229514898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R899GMYtApI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3x7PG-wlu8/s320/1170529031_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me siento tan sola&lt;br /&gt;Me siento perdida&lt;br /&gt;Me muero por verte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me muero por abrasarte&lt;br /&gt;Dime como me olvido de ti&lt;br /&gt;Dime como te saco de mí&lt;br /&gt;No se ni como reaccionar&lt;br /&gt;Al ver que otra ocupa mi lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida esta sola&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma se queja por no besarte&lt;br /&gt;Mis manos se quejan por no tocarte&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón llora&lt;br /&gt;Porque no puede tenerte aquí&lt;br /&gt;Y solo se conforma con verte de lejos al partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4950360932302314138?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4950360932302314138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=4950360932302314138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4950360932302314138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4950360932302314138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-mas-puedo-hacer.html' title='QuE MaS PUeDo hAcEr??'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R899GMYtApI/AAAAAAAAAC0/U3x7PG-wlu8/s72-c/1170529031_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-5023725007962140814</id><published>2008-03-02T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:05:44.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoMo qUiSiErA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R8tOpPafh_I/AAAAAAAAACs/xI35AuH4Imw/s1600-h/algo+m%C3%A1s+que+un+instante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173315067384399858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R8tOpPafh_I/AAAAAAAAACs/xI35AuH4Imw/s320/algo%2Bm%25C3%25A1s%2Bque%2Bun%2Binstante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como quisiera que este amor se acabara, como quisiera que este corazón dejara de latir con solo ver tu mirada, como quisiera que el mundo se pintara de color, como quisiera que acabara este dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera que tu sintieras esto, como quisiera que me quitaras mi corazón y me digas amor aquí estoy perdón, pero no puedes, solo sueño con algo imposible, sueño con mi amor inalcanzable, te he dado todo y hasta lo que no tengo, y solo me dices te quiero como amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera olvidarte, sacarte de mi mente, pero te has metido tan dentro, que no puedo arrancarte porque si lo hago muero, te he dicho que te doy la luna, las estrellas, si tu me lo pidieras.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo mas con esto, dime que hago con tanto amor; si no puedo expresarlo, si no te tengo aquí para amarte, dime como olvidaste tanto amor, ayúdame a mi a olvidarlo, a matarlo, porque me he dado cuenta que sin ti moriría…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-5023725007962140814?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/5023725007962140814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=5023725007962140814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5023725007962140814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5023725007962140814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/03/como-quisiera.html' title='CoMo qUiSiErA...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R8tOpPafh_I/AAAAAAAAACs/xI35AuH4Imw/s72-c/algo%2Bm%25C3%25A1s%2Bque%2Bun%2Binstante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-8025283525619943292</id><published>2008-02-25T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:28:48.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R8NdD9URSBI/AAAAAAAAACk/zTKcPAKfdaA/s1600-h/y1pU2JijUo8JGFa1K0d3Cg-faFWOMpXyUjYgfCQjEXE6Z1SX-KgdsC4EgkNfYgcFMIV60LpTqqczN4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171079119732033554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R8NdD9URSBI/AAAAAAAAACk/zTKcPAKfdaA/s320/y1pU2JijUo8JGFa1K0d3Cg-faFWOMpXyUjYgfCQjEXE6Z1SX-KgdsC4EgkNfYgcFMIV60LpTqqczN4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy te recorde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy me llamaste y no conteste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy me imagine la vida a tu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy soñe contigo a mi lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy me desilucione&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;al darme cuenta que mio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no podras ser...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-8025283525619943292?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/8025283525619943292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=8025283525619943292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/8025283525619943292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/8025283525619943292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/02/hoy.html' title='HoY'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R8NdD9URSBI/AAAAAAAAACk/zTKcPAKfdaA/s72-c/y1pU2JijUo8JGFa1K0d3Cg-faFWOMpXyUjYgfCQjEXE6Z1SX-KgdsC4EgkNfYgcFMIV60LpTqqczN4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6454918249015355655</id><published>2008-02-16T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:40:25.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SaN VaLeNtIN¡¡¡¡¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R7eCCtURSAI/AAAAAAAAACc/rzcJTs1Dfgk/s1600-h/%3D%2Bte%2Bamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167742080466896898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R7eCCtURSAI/AAAAAAAAACc/rzcJTs1Dfgk/s320/%253D%252Bte%252Bamo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un dia especial para el amor y la amistad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un dia en el que puedes decir TE AMO, TE QUIERO sin dudar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un dia en el que el amor a distancia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se vuelve un acercamiento en el alma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un dia que una rosa significa TE AMO y una caricia un DESEO,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un dia como muchos en el que te digo TE QUIERO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y hor en san valentin te confieso que ni la distancia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni el tiempo, sin conocerte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;han impedido el cariño que siento...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMOV te kiero mucho enserio millllll gracias¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡&lt;/strong&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/7782287812742819249-6454918249015355655?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/6454918249015355655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=6454918249015355655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6454918249015355655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6454918249015355655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/02/san-valentin.html' title='SaN VaLeNtIN¡¡¡¡¡'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R7eCCtURSAI/AAAAAAAAACc/rzcJTs1Dfgk/s72-c/%253D%252Bte%252Bamo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4644860038787469441</id><published>2008-02-11T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:25:05.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 CoSaS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R7EDUdURR_I/AAAAAAAAACU/z_QO6wGquNg/s1600-h/atrapa%2Bel%2Bamor%2B%23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165913897572583410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R7EDUdURR_I/AAAAAAAAACU/z_QO6wGquNg/s320/atrapa%252Bel%252Bamor%252B%2523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Una mirada&lt;br /&gt;Dos bocas&lt;br /&gt;Tres besos&lt;br /&gt;Cuatro abrazos&lt;br /&gt;Cinco deseos&lt;br /&gt;Seis promesas&lt;br /&gt;Siete verdades&lt;br /&gt;Ocho días&lt;br /&gt;Nueve meses&lt;br /&gt;Un amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-4644860038787469441?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4644860038787469441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=4644860038787469441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4644860038787469441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4644860038787469441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/02/10-cosas.html' title='10 CoSaS'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R7EDUdURR_I/AAAAAAAAACU/z_QO6wGquNg/s72-c/atrapa%252Bel%252Bamor%252B%2523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-7228240558775706210</id><published>2008-02-02T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:27:25.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NeGaR eL AmOr?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R6VenZ3ltrI/AAAAAAAAACE/i25TmlI_3rk/s1600-h/2177036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162636578902095538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R6VenZ3ltrI/AAAAAAAAACE/i25TmlI_3rk/s320/2177036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy te vi, me miraste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y solo con esa mirada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le dijste a mi corazón que se marchara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qué no podias aceptar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qué algun dia me amaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qué todavía me amas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero dices sal de mi vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para fingir ser feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-7228240558775706210?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/7228240558775706210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=7228240558775706210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7228240558775706210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7228240558775706210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/02/negar-el-amor.html' title='NeGaR eL AmOr?'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R6VenZ3ltrI/AAAAAAAAACE/i25TmlI_3rk/s72-c/2177036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-5540904317387359604</id><published>2008-01-30T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:33:21.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿ErEs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R6DQ0J3ltqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/blfKpQS5yHo/s1600-h/1891267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161354767387440802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R6DQ0J3ltqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/blfKpQS5yHo/s320/1891267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te adoro, eres mi tesoro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te quiero, eres mi cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te amo, eres mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te pierdo, eres mi alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te sueño, eres mi fantasia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te tengo, eres lo que deseaba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-5540904317387359604?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/5540904317387359604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=5540904317387359604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5540904317387359604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5540904317387359604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/eres.html' title='¿ErEs?'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R6DQ0J3ltqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/blfKpQS5yHo/s72-c/1891267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-5741055193499204986</id><published>2008-01-27T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:32:28.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EsToY SoLa??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R510-Z3ltpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9omfI1fKn14/s1600-h/ApREnDeR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160409363481212562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R510-Z3ltpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9omfI1fKn14/s320/ApREnDeR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque me siento varada&lt;br /&gt;En un sitio que no tiene fin&lt;br /&gt;En un sitio que no tiene parada&lt;br /&gt;Porque esto no tiene un fin&lt;br /&gt;No me explico, no entiendo&lt;br /&gt;Porque esto no tiene sentido&lt;br /&gt;No estoy sola en este mundo&lt;br /&gt;Me siento apartada&lt;br /&gt;Me siento desolada&lt;br /&gt;Esto es un sueño&lt;br /&gt;O es solo un diseño&lt;br /&gt;De mi imaginación&lt;br /&gt;Porque solo estamos mi soledad y yo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-5741055193499204986?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5741055193499204986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/5741055193499204986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/estoy-sola.html' title='EsToY SoLa??'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R510-Z3ltpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9omfI1fKn14/s72-c/ApREnDeR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-6214870067547560725</id><published>2008-01-23T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:41:07.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ViDa¡¡¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R5feBZ3ltoI/AAAAAAAAABo/C15-hkinZXE/s1600-h/y1pU2JijUo8JGGYDlN0YRYDqCnE8ssG8s6OqzGPqclJ_fdffov67t6HXJLtmiLTtHXdLXqYIcTwoZs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158836013881472642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R5feBZ3ltoI/AAAAAAAAABo/C15-hkinZXE/s320/y1pU2JijUo8JGGYDlN0YRYDqCnE8ssG8s6OqzGPqclJ_fdffov67t6HXJLtmiLTtHXdLXqYIcTwoZs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;La vida es una colección,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;De recuerdos, de olvidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;La vida es una adicción,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hacer las cosas bien sin remordimientos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;La vida es una canción,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Si asi quieres sentirla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;La vida esta en tu corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Asi que aprende a vivirla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7782287812742819249-6214870067547560725?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6214870067547560725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/6214870067547560725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/vida.html' title='ViDa¡¡¡'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R5feBZ3ltoI/AAAAAAAAABo/C15-hkinZXE/s72-c/y1pU2JijUo8JGGYDlN0YRYDqCnE8ssG8s6OqzGPqclJ_fdffov67t6HXJLtmiLTtHXdLXqYIcTwoZs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-8810137003235115336</id><published>2008-01-20T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:07:46.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HuElLaS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R5QMB2tc8ZI/AAAAAAAAABg/2zpLBtdotjE/s1600-h/y1pU2JijUo8JGH1_JexjuRnZd9ADeffSnWWEpwBUZqi-Pu-Fnc_BgJ3dYJDdYNBlQUXCfDUgkGl72E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157760699251618194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R5QMB2tc8ZI/AAAAAAAAABg/2zpLBtdotjE/s320/y1pU2JijUo8JGH1_JexjuRnZd9ADeffSnWWEpwBUZqi-Pu-Fnc_BgJ3dYJDdYNBlQUXCfDUgkGl72E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Las huellas que dejaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Las he querido borrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Las he querido sacar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pero no puedo dejarte de amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7782287812742819249-8810137003235115336?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/8810137003235115336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=8810137003235115336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/8810137003235115336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/8810137003235115336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/huellas.html' title='HuElLaS'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R5QMB2tc8ZI/AAAAAAAAABg/2zpLBtdotjE/s72-c/y1pU2JijUo8JGH1_JexjuRnZd9ADeffSnWWEpwBUZqi-Pu-Fnc_BgJ3dYJDdYNBlQUXCfDUgkGl72E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2534039912204787948</id><published>2008-01-17T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:38:11.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿POrQuE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4-8Y2tc8YI/AAAAAAAAABY/0LH_Rj1STFY/s1600-h/y1pU2JijUo8JGHz7Ba4NHaSJ-aub54-FPWK7PkBuMlEAzepMTx8bm8U9SAkG0uS1NCfK2JXKbq63cQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156547233551544706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4-8Y2tc8YI/AAAAAAAAABY/0LH_Rj1STFY/s320/y1pU2JijUo8JGHz7Ba4NHaSJ-aub54-FPWK7PkBuMlEAzepMTx8bm8U9SAkG0uS1NCfK2JXKbq63cQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;¿Porque no te enamoras de mi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;¿Porque no me dejas amarte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;¿Porque no quieres estar cerca de mi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;¿Porque tienes miedo de amarme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dejame ser ese alguien a quien ames,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dejame ser por quien vivas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dejame desnudarte en cuerpo y alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Porque por ti doy mi cuerpo, mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Y mi vida entera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7782287812742819249-2534039912204787948?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2534039912204787948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2534039912204787948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2534039912204787948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2534039912204787948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/porque.html' title='¿POrQuE?'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4-8Y2tc8YI/AAAAAAAAABY/0LH_Rj1STFY/s72-c/y1pU2JijUo8JGHz7Ba4NHaSJ-aub54-FPWK7PkBuMlEAzepMTx8bm8U9SAkG0uS1NCfK2JXKbq63cQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-1075629319685134459</id><published>2008-01-16T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:58:49.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoN tAn sOlO uNa mIrAdA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R47gF2tc8XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iKc9rUzyKn0/s1600-h/CoN+TaN+SoLo+UnA+MirAdA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156305014575919474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R47gF2tc8XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iKc9rUzyKn0/s320/CoN+TaN+SoLo+UnA+MirAdA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con una sola mirada soy tuya,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con tan solo una mirada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi corazón y mente me dicen estas enamorada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con tan solo verte a los ojos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con tan solo besar esos labios rojos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Con tan solo una mirada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy tuya en cuerpo y alma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-1075629319685134459?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/1075629319685134459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=1075629319685134459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/1075629319685134459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/1075629319685134459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/con-tan-solo-una-mirada.html' title='CoN tAn sOlO uNa mIrAdA...'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R47gF2tc8XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iKc9rUzyKn0/s72-c/CoN+TaN+SoLo+UnA+MirAdA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-4254054703300648847</id><published>2008-01-14T23:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:25:22.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoMo Te aMo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4xfoWtc8WI/AAAAAAAAABI/djcewEgZNOA/s1600-h/2015566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155600820328001890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4xfoWtc8WI/AAAAAAAAABI/djcewEgZNOA/s320/2015566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amarte asi como lo hago,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplemente no se lo que hago,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besarte, acariciarte, tocarte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y no tenerte es morir lentamente...&lt;/strong&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/7782287812742819249-4254054703300648847?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/4254054703300648847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=4254054703300648847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4254054703300648847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/4254054703300648847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/como-te-amo.html' title='CoMo Te aMo?'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4xfoWtc8WI/AAAAAAAAABI/djcewEgZNOA/s72-c/2015566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2241132644431039019</id><published>2008-01-12T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:00:25.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4jxQGtc8TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tLOtzg-0uME/s1600-h/y1pU2JijUo8JGGg0WtajbHmfAToDt7SNqkJGaF_5BjhFJdXGH-3yxesv6pnuyD-bZ2933Q3n10-0Pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154635032506986802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4jxQGtc8TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tLOtzg-0uME/s320/y1pU2JijUo8JGGg0WtajbHmfAToDt7SNqkJGaF_5BjhFJdXGH-3yxesv6pnuyD-bZ2933Q3n10-0Pc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoy tengo ganas de escuchar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;canciones tristes, canciones de matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;estoy en un día de nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;estoy en un día de recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;estas canciones me funcionan tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;la verdad no se que es lo que tengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pero de repente entro la nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;de no tenerte junto a mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;de porqué estoy sola en este mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;prendo la radio y todas canciones de la estación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;son tristes, no hay una que no diga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;el porqué no estas aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;del porqué me dejaste aquí sin tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no estoy deprimida, pero parece que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;el día te ayuda a todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a sentirte así, el día esta nublado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gris, sin color, sin sabor, ni olor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;porque solo estamos mi corazón y yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7782287812742819249-2241132644431039019?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2241132644431039019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2241132644431039019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2241132644431039019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2241132644431039019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/hoy-tengo-ganas-de-escuchar-canciones.html' title=''/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4jxQGtc8TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tLOtzg-0uME/s72-c/y1pU2JijUo8JGGg0WtajbHmfAToDt7SNqkJGaF_5BjhFJdXGH-3yxesv6pnuyD-bZ2933Q3n10-0Pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-2910560624646328341</id><published>2008-01-10T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:46:21.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4Z16mtc8RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2SrvMxJNDlc/s1600-h/20060219191428_cuoredinuvoleilluminato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153936473256161554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4Z16mtc8RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2SrvMxJNDlc/s320/20060219191428_cuoredinuvoleilluminato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;En un dia como hoy, en el cual no puedo hacer nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo pensar y escribir lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos sentimientos me matan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un dia como hoy pasare la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida en un segundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no pertenezco a este mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque no eres parte de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un dia como hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratare de aprender algo`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sacarle provecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A este corazon que duele detras del pecho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-2910560624646328341?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/2910560624646328341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=2910560624646328341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2910560624646328341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/2910560624646328341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/en-un-dia-como-hoy-en-el-cual-no-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4Z16mtc8RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2SrvMxJNDlc/s72-c/20060219191428_cuoredinuvoleilluminato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-9193539151358152352</id><published>2008-01-08T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:50:06.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Como le hago?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4QoImtc8QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nTIfRZF_9dA/s1600-h/Queraolvidarte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153288001913942274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4QoImtc8QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nTIfRZF_9dA/s320/Queraolvidarte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Como le hago para ya no pensar en ti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Como le hago para ya no quererte mas aquí?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dime como le hago para sacarte de mi mente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dime tu como olvidaste tanto amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dime como te olvidaste de mi vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si era tuya completamente de por vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-9193539151358152352?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/9193539151358152352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=9193539151358152352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/9193539151358152352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/9193539151358152352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/como-le-hago.html' title='¿Como le hago?'/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/R4QoImtc8QI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nTIfRZF_9dA/s72-c/Queraolvidarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782287812742819249.post-7366375145058493543</id><published>2008-01-08T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:52:39.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola que tal les doy la bienvenida a mi blog espero les guste mucho y sea de su agrado este blog ya que en el podran leer y dar sus opiniones acerca de los que se publicara aqui, lo que yo escribo son versos y uno que otro escrito sobre mi vida y claro tambien podran escribir ustedes sus recuerdos aqui quedaran guardados en esta cajita de recuerdos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7782287812742819249-7366375145058493543?l=elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/feeds/7366375145058493543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7782287812742819249&amp;postID=7366375145058493543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7366375145058493543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7782287812742819249/posts/default/7366375145058493543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmarlacajadelosrecuerdos.blogspot.com/2008/01/hola-que-tal-les-doy-la-bienvenida-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>LafLaKi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17902239325171137821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_e_fDWHgnM1I/SHFVxugj88I/AAAAAAAAAIA/uSLZEPNYFXg/S220/EZ34ar62Rhcg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
