<?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-374688899432879905</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:09:15.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...floreciendo vida....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5706700064530497341</id><published>2010-05-13T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T03:26:26.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...Esta historia sigue en facebook...&lt;div&gt;Grupo Floreciendo vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-2837177010857757840</id><published>2010-04-13T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:15:30.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Existen momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;en que duermo el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;donde si no uso la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;razon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;, duelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;donde si siento, duelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Son periodos oscuros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;donde sin mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;explicacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;me acorazo en mi interior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;y como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;zombi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; vivo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Donde por inercia sigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;sin mucho pensar en los &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;demas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;sin evitar lastimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;a quien yo mas amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;asi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; doy por sentado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;cosa que nunca me voy a perdonar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;que siempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;estaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;pues estamos predestinados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;a por siempre juntos estar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;pero cuando despierto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;pero cuando vuelvo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;cuando vuelvo, vuelvo a vos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;y me veo, y me duelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Cuando vuelvo, vuelvo a vos y te veo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;herida de muerte, extendiendo tus manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;con el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; en las palmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;entregandolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;, buscando esa herida mortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Cuando vuelvo, vuelvo a vos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;y a mi, en mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; de vos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;buscando a vos en tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt; de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;busco ser yo con vos y vos con mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;... pero no imposible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2837177010857757840?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2837177010857757840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2837177010857757840' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2837177010857757840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2837177010857757840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/existen-momentos-en-que-duermo-el.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3007588727519008536</id><published>2010-04-09T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:16:30.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divididos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Nacidos de una leyenda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;de una ausencia que hicieron grito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;de una escencia mas humana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;de un arte que asombra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Con el pasado como sombra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;crearon su futuro a la antigua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;con su andar casi inocente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;y su espiritu amateur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Amar lo que uno hace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;se refleja en el producto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;y por no entenderlo como "producto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;la imagen pega doble..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;En medio de una realidad de carton,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;son el ultimo bastion de una utopia musical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;donde la ilusion del  rock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;se esconde de los verdes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Por todo eso te saludo, divididos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;por tantas noches de gritos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;y tantas tardes de pogo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;por emocionarme hasta las lagrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;por cantar lo que no puedo decir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-3007588727519008536?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3007588727519008536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3007588727519008536' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3007588727519008536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3007588727519008536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/divididos.html' title='Divididos..'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3492080774418126900</id><published>2010-04-08T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:30:29.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>superheroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Como un topo en pleno dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;como jugando al cuarto oscuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;vivo dandome contra un muro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;que a gatas logro saltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Los heroes no entienden de compañia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;que lejana esta la dicha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;cuando uno, es soledad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;y solo asi, funciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;Por que si puedo tantas cosas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;de extrema complejidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;por que es que no puedo lograr, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;generar felicidad en compañia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;por que la felicidad es ajena o mia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;pero nunca de los dos?&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/374688899432879905-3492080774418126900?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3492080774418126900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3492080774418126900' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3492080774418126900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3492080774418126900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/superheroe.html' title='superheroe'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-4295031919667061324</id><published>2010-04-07T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:00:08.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;... si acaso no brillara el sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;si tus ojos ya no se cruzaran con los mios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;si mis manos ya no se enredaran en tu cabello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;si mi cuerpo ya no buscara tus caricias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;si mi boca ya no besara tu sonrisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;si tu escencia ya no bañara mis cobijas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;si mis copas no guardaran ya tus huellas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pues entonces, y solo entonces, yo, te inventaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-4295031919667061324?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/4295031919667061324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=4295031919667061324' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4295031919667061324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4295031919667061324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3922027206970148511</id><published>2010-04-07T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:56:01.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Quise domar al leon que tengo dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;y se me escapo la tortuga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;..hoy vivo en la tortura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;de haberme visto al espejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Hoy, diferente que ayer, ya no me dejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;ya no maldigo a los santos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;pues hoy, se que es en vano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;gritarle al viento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;hoy entiendo al esfuerzo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;como el paso previo a la conquista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;y a la victoria como a esa mujer arisca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;a quien debo -y puedo- conquistar....&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/374688899432879905-3922027206970148511?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3922027206970148511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3922027206970148511' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3922027206970148511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3922027206970148511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/uise-domar-al-leon-que-tengo-dentro-y.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-4832042921360878517</id><published>2010-04-07T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T05:56:35.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;todo esta vivo a pesar del dolor, si me sonreis,&lt;br /&gt;le gritaste al espejo, y despertaste..&lt;br /&gt;una vez mas, encontraste tu fuerza en eso que da vida&lt;br /&gt;una vez mas, te erizaste la piel, mirandote fijo a los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay mas infiernos en tu reino,&lt;br /&gt;no hay mas demonios a quienes derrotar,&lt;br /&gt;no hay mas heroes a quien martirizar,&lt;br /&gt;hoy todo, todo es mas terrenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy las montañas, son solo un obstaculo,&lt;br /&gt;los problemas, evolucion,&lt;br /&gt;hoy la risa no es un desafio&lt;br /&gt;y la felicidad esta en todo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te preguntes en que cuerpo estoy hoy,&lt;br /&gt;mi alma viaja al sol,&lt;br /&gt;... despues de tanto andar,&lt;br /&gt;finalmente, cai en mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-4832042921360878517?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/4832042921360878517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=4832042921360878517' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4832042921360878517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4832042921360878517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/plagio.html' title='Plagio'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5616057211681356703</id><published>2010-04-06T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:09:01.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sin aces en la manga,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sin trucos de magia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sin red de proteccion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;asi voy yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sigo siendo ese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que corre sobre clavos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que es, de su deseo un esclavo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ese soy yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que no mide lo que dice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que no piensa lo que siente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que no se preocupa por ser su ser diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ese soy yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Que cuando juega, juega fuerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;y que lo hace conciente de lo que puede perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;pero que sabe, que por ley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;es mejor, un golpe bien dado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;que vivir seguro... por vivir sin sed.&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/374688899432879905-5616057211681356703?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5616057211681356703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5616057211681356703' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5616057211681356703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5616057211681356703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/sin-aces-en-la-manga-sin-trucos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1239476074166551923</id><published>2010-04-06T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T07:09:52.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hoy todo es confuso... y vos decis verlo claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hoy solo tengo claro, eso que vos no ves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ayer no era hoy , a pesar de tu deseo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hoy no sos ayer, a pesar del mio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;decis que estamos a destiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hablas de lo que ya paso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hablas de lo que sentiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;yo digo que hoy es hoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Fui sincero como nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;no tuve miedos, no me reserve nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;fui libre, e intente que se note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;fui eso que alguna vez me pediste....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;pero fui.... tarde.&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/374688899432879905-1239476074166551923?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1239476074166551923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1239476074166551923' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1239476074166551923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1239476074166551923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoy-todo-es-confuso.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5944466709959837697</id><published>2010-04-05T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:46:50.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;al que nace barrigon, es añudo que lo fajen.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-5944466709959837697?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5944466709959837697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5944466709959837697' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5944466709959837697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5944466709959837697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/al-que-nace-barrigon-es-anudo-que-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3001371442734272722</id><published>2010-04-05T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:34:00.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Hoy me siento a escribir, casi sin saber que sentir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;hoy, como tantas veces, me encuentro ante este espacio vacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;con ganas de llenarlo, de volcarme de contenido, y quedar expuesto a mi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;si, no a vos, a mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;y asi leerme, y quizas entenderme... quizas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;He pasado -si bien hablo del presente-, mucho de este tiempo pensando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;buscando encontrar, mirando, masticando, tirando todo a la mierda y empezando de cero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Quiero aprender, y aprehender, mas no sea, con pasos de bebe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Asi y todo, algunas cosas tengo mas claras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;yo estoy mas claro, hoy mis retinas me devuelven una imagen mas parecida a la que me das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;hoy me siento mejor, y me veo mejor... no por una evolucion, sino por una critica menos critica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;mas sano, y a la vez, mas insano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Me reconozco la fuerza de levantarme, de no arrastrarme y de valorarme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;de ese linaje que respeto, que deseo transmitir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;de todo lo que me llena de orgullo, de lo poco que consegui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;de mis lagrimas derramadas, que de ni una me arrepiento, y que, con el tiempo, sin duda alguna repeti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;de como a pesar de todo, con mas errores que aciertos, despues de todo, yo me acepto, hoy veo, lo que no vi....&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/374688899432879905-3001371442734272722?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3001371442734272722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3001371442734272722' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3001371442734272722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3001371442734272722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoy-me-siento-escribir-casi-sin-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6234263462457197355</id><published>2010-03-22T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:33:01.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....estoy cansado de escribir lo mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cambie, cambie y volvi a cambiar.. para ser el mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Existe? digo... se puede ser lo que se quiere ser? o es como la zanahora, que hace que el burro se mueva, pero que nunca, podra alcanzar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quemar el pasado.... paso uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivir el presente, paso dos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;paso tres?? .. para, para... vivir el presente? y el trabajo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;uh! la facu.. mis viejos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;para... volvi al uno? por que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y como hago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;para! pone pausa... como que no tiene pausa???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.... estoy perdido! quiero arrancar de nuevo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que sea como en la play, viste? sin fichas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;arrancando una partida cada vez que se me da la gana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;donde uno siempre gana.. donde elije, decide y hace.. domina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;casi como un Dios..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;asi! asi!... como que no??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;que? aca soy mortal?? y entonces....??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;che, me parece que me cagaron..... y ahora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/374688899432879905-6234263462457197355?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6234263462457197355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6234263462457197355' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6234263462457197355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6234263462457197355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-4041586144067775303</id><published>2010-02-20T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:06:06.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no busco lastimar, y no quiero lastimar mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ya no mas, yo no mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;que estes bien....&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/374688899432879905-4041586144067775303?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/4041586144067775303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=4041586144067775303' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4041586144067775303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4041586144067775303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-busco-lastimar-y-no-quiero-lastimar.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5174495513887353504</id><published>2010-02-14T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:34:02.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Se acercan los 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;y mira... evalua, rechaza la imagen que se devuelve. Entiende que, es casi imposible meter cosas que no se tienen, en casilleros inventados. Pero aun asi lo intenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Se cuestiona y cuestiona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quienes lo quieren, le hablan de alguien que fue capaz de sobrevivir a los dolores mas grandes, de alquien cuya fuerza y coraje lo llevo a reconstruirse, y seguir evolucionando. Hablan de una sonrisa que contagia, de una mente sin edad, siempre dispuesta a jugar, hablan de alguien que hace sentir comodos a quienes lo rodean, de un amigo, de un hermano, de un amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sus amigos estan, lo buscan.. encuentran en el una palabra de apoyo, ven en el el hombro, la mano, el abrazo y la compañia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;El busca a ese que se fue antes... ese que dijo basta. Le pide ayuda, le pide respuestas... se busca en el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Le cuesta ver su linaje de Leon, maravillado por sus recuerdos, lo busca en el alma.. y lo encuentra solo en sus recuerdos.. siente fuerza solo en el dolor, y no el coraje prometido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Piensa en ella, esa que lo ve desde lejos... piensa en que pensaria si supiera que aun la llora, que a pesar de los años las heridas no cierran y que esa vela que esa noche le prendio en la distancia, aun arde... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;El se mide con la vara de quienes admira, de esos que llegaron antes que el. No acepta otra cosa. Busca ser, intenta, aprende, se rompe y se arma, se equivoca... hace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Llora....encontró en el capullo su soledad, ese lugar donde pueda expresar todo eso que lleva dentro, busca gritar, pero entiende suyo el peso que yace sobre sus hombros, encuentra injusto compartirlo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;No sabe vivir, y lo sabe, hace lo que puede, y asi vive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Busca, en algun momento, volver a reir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/374688899432879905-5174495513887353504?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5174495513887353504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5174495513887353504' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5174495513887353504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5174495513887353504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2010/02/el.html' title='El'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1269640347674396654</id><published>2009-09-15T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:44:51.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maldicion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;me dejas sin palabras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;...tenes el don de maravillarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;sin siquiera despeinarte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;logras dejarme sin aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;dude si eras angel o demonio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;impuse distancia, me tome mi tiempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;crei que este hechizo era obra de un demonio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;y aun asi, elegi arder en tu infierno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Pero la sorpresa fue grande..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;cuando tu paz invadio mis dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;cuando este angel abrio sus alas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;y, sin siquiera tocarme, cerro mis heridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Hoy mis dias valen doble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;por que los vivo contigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;hoy ya no cuestiono tu origen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;solo agradezco mi destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-1269640347674396654?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1269640347674396654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1269640347674396654' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1269640347674396654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1269640347674396654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/09/maldicion.html' title='maldicion'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3552316804298470380</id><published>2009-08-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:16:25.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no olvido ni dolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Algo raro ocurrio hoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;algo que llevaba mucho tiempo esperando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no recorde tu recuerdo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no recorde el dolor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hoy estoy libre de reproches, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hoy me siento lejos de la culpa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hoy te recuerdo con carinio, nostalgia y amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hoy te recuerdo como mi amigo, hoy te recuerdo sin dolor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No se por que el destino te alejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no se por que tomaste esa desicion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;se que hoy, sin entenderla, y sin opcion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;la acepto, y te acepto, como lo que sos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ese amigo, que sin avisarnos, nos dejo una silla vacia, esperando en el rincon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-3552316804298470380?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3552316804298470380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3552316804298470380' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3552316804298470380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3552316804298470380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-olvido-ni-dolor.html' title='no olvido ni dolor'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3481997382832514556</id><published>2009-08-04T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:03:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;llueven punales, y yo sin paraguas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;tu voz helada en el telefono, me dejo sin reflejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;y yo, hecho flecos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;busco esperanza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;pienso que quizas manana, despiertes diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;que nuestro amor  este presente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;desde el amanecer hasta el poniente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;que tu sonrisa reviva, cuando me pienses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;tiemblo al pensarte lejos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;me quiebro y me emparcho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;me siento permeable, y sin embargo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;no dejo de amarte.........&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/374688899432879905-3481997382832514556?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3481997382832514556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3481997382832514556' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3481997382832514556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3481997382832514556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/08/llueven-punales-y-yo-sin-paraguas-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5770773739118593166</id><published>2009-08-01T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:48:33.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;como se vuelve el tiempo atras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;como se cura una herida que no se ve? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;donde se compran los remaches, para emparchar el corazon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;como rearmar un alma rota?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;como pedir perdon, habiendo dicho todo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;como demostrar lo ya prometido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;como recuperar lo perdido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;como borrar el odio, como evitar el olvido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;como demostrar, que no me doy por vencido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;que no le temo a tu olvido, por que siempre estare presente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;que por mas que me alejes, siempre conmigo estaras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;por que en mi corazon ocupas, ese lugar, que siempre buscaste....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-5770773739118593166?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5770773739118593166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5770773739118593166' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5770773739118593166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5770773739118593166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/08/como-se-vuelve-el-tiempo-atras-como-se.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6197681112981019968</id><published>2009-08-01T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:38:39.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sin ganas de escribir, me encuentro en stand by,&lt;div&gt;esperando un eclipse o un knock out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-6197681112981019968?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6197681112981019968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6197681112981019968' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6197681112981019968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6197681112981019968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/08/sin-ganas-de-escribir-me-encuentro-en.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5297933615947672444</id><published>2009-07-26T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:16:29.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;preso de sus caprichos, el principe se alejo del reino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;creyo ser inmortal, y eligio la mas alta de las montañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;sin ayuda ni equipaje.... lo logro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;minimizo su conquista... tan poco le habia costado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;creyo encontrar reto en los mares, y entre continentes se aventuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;nado a brazo tendido, y lo consiguio casi sin sudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;otro logro vacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;nuevamente su capricho, lo llevo a intentar volar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;creyo poder conseguirlo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;desde lo mas alto de su castillo se aventuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt; para estrellarse en el piso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;en las puertas del cielo, San Pedro le dio su veredicto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;que por desagradecido, por no saber apreciar lo conseguido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;a la tierra estaba condenado a volver, tantas veces como fuera necesario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;hasta comprender lo valioso de haber vivido&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/374688899432879905-5297933615947672444?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5297933615947672444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5297933615947672444' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5297933615947672444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5297933615947672444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/07/preso-de-sus-caprichos-el-principe-se.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6885295857733735127</id><published>2009-07-26T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:18:59.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;un dia, el hombre se desperto nene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;se busco un lugar, armo su bunker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;cumplio su tarea, hizo muy bien los deberes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;como corresponde, como buen nene, se gano en pan y leche... y durmio tranquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;el nene, no conforme con esto, busco mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;y siguio, buceando en su memoria, hasta encontrar sus recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;descubrio que su bunker era permeable, como tambien su corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;dudo de su tarea, se vio fragil, solo e incompleto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;maldijo a los dioses, por su mala suerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;lloro rios salados, por esos recuerdos dulces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;rogo abrazos ya pasados, jugo con sus recuerdos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;se escondio en sus memorias, donde es bueno y fuerte, y asi se durmio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;desperto en el mismo lugar, se vio en el mismo lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;encontro que no hay magia en la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;vio el fondo del vaso y su reflejo lo asusto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;dejo de ver al nene, y se encontro al hombre&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/374688899432879905-6885295857733735127?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6885295857733735127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6885295857733735127' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6885295857733735127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6885295857733735127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-dia-el-hombre-se-desperto-nene-se.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-2181136035353862676</id><published>2009-07-26T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:52:58.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>espiral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Una vez mas me encuentro encerrado en mi memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;sintiendo eso que olvido, y olvidando eso que dolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;haciendo preguntas que ya conozco, evitando respuestas que ya me di.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Una vez mas, mi corazon te trajo a mis ojos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;una vez mas, esquive mis defensas, y me libere de odio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;deje de recordar ese reproche atragantado, que ojala nunca libere....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;deje de recordar el golpe que diste a mi puerta al marcharte, y el vacio que dejaste....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Una vez mas, inundas mis pensamientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;persiguiendome en ausencia, por los caminos que tantas veces recorrimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;y vuelven esos sueños, que aun presentes en el tintero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;espero, poder cumplir....&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/374688899432879905-2181136035353862676?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2181136035353862676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2181136035353862676' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2181136035353862676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2181136035353862676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/07/espiral.html' title='espiral'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-7657593921994777448</id><published>2009-07-13T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:43:56.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Un casual encuentro y un error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;marcaron el comienzo de algo hermoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;tu boca y mis labios no eran dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;...tu pelo cobijo a mis dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Demasiado fuerte para dos nenes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;postergamos el placer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;quisimos ignorar el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;y caimos presa de nuestros corazones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;un hechizo nos marco, no puede ser menos que magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;y con esa union, el fuego nos envolvio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;quemandonos para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;aun sin quererlo, aun sin entenderlo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-7657593921994777448?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/7657593921994777448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=7657593921994777448' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7657593921994777448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7657593921994777448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-casual-encuentro-y-un-error-marcaron.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1785830334374574152</id><published>2009-06-13T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:01:50.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;En el viaje que es la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;las lagrimas marcan el camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;quien dice no hay camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;todavia nada ha superado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;sin importar que digan tus dados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;mira siempre hacia adelante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;pero seria necio de tu parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;renegar del pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;las cuentaas pendientes, son las pesadillas del cobarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;que siempre vendran a cobrarle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;elplacer de no haberlas vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;y como lagrimas en su mejilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;le recordaran que hoy, hoy  ya es tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-1785830334374574152?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1785830334374574152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1785830334374574152' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1785830334374574152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1785830334374574152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/06/95-en-el-viaje-que-es-la-vida-las.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-4618711642255917339</id><published>2009-05-08T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:47:14.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;93&lt;br /&gt;en tu mirada llena de inocencia,&lt;br /&gt;escondi mi amor por vos&lt;br /&gt;lo aleje de mi y lo protegi&lt;br /&gt;pretendi que fuera eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;en tu boca tan sensual y femenina&lt;br /&gt;escondi mi deseo por ti&lt;br /&gt;y lo aleje de todas las otras&lt;br /&gt;para que se alimente de tu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;en tus suaves y gentiles manos&lt;br /&gt;escondi mi ternura hacia ti&lt;br /&gt;y la aleje de este mundo injusto, que nos obliga a ser fuertes&lt;br /&gt;para que me la devuelvas con cada caricia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;en tu pecho, centro de tu ser&lt;br /&gt;escondi mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;para que junto al tuyo latiera al unisono&lt;br /&gt;y el sonido me acerque a ti, aun en la distancia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-4618711642255917339?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/4618711642255917339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=4618711642255917339' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4618711642255917339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4618711642255917339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/05/93-en-tu-mirada-llena-de-inocencia.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-2296761040594717272</id><published>2009-05-05T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:41:45.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encuentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;90&lt;br /&gt;Con los ojos hinchados de tanto llorar&lt;br /&gt;con la cabeza llena de preguntas&lt;br /&gt;con la tristeza en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;espero el reencuentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;fantasia morbosa&lt;br /&gt;miles de veces imagine el momento&lt;br /&gt;encontrarte y abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;gritarte y enojarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emociones contrapuestas, marean mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;que decirte, que escuchar&lt;br /&gt;nada importa&lt;br /&gt;todo es ilusion....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2296761040594717272?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2296761040594717272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2296761040594717272' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2296761040594717272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2296761040594717272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/05/encuentro.html' title='Encuentro'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-422381946467421237</id><published>2009-03-03T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:13:25.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;89&lt;br /&gt;En tus ojos me miro y me juzgo&lt;br /&gt;te pido perdon,&lt;br /&gt;no me lo doy&lt;br /&gt;nunca lo olvido....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ausencia de presencia&lt;br /&gt;presencia de espiritu&lt;br /&gt;eterna juventud&lt;br /&gt;te fuiste en tu aventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;dejaste el dolor atras&lt;br /&gt;peso demasiado el presente&lt;br /&gt;te escondiste en el pasado&lt;br /&gt;y fuiste, por siempre, tristemente feliz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hoy lagrimas bañan tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;sonrisas a media boca&lt;br /&gt;locuras memorables&lt;br /&gt;instantes hoy eternos, eterno adios....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-422381946467421237?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3398438588769394073</id><published>2009-02-28T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:03:59.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabricante de mentiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El era un fabricante de mentiras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el tenía las historias de cartón. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Su vida era una fábula de lata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sus ojos eran luces de neón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y nunca tengas fe que sus mentiras puedan traer dolor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ella era una típica inocente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zapatos negros, medias de algodón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que sólo era feliz en el colegio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que nunca tuvo en su piel amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inútil es decir que lo que le dijeron lo creyó. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Querrán saber el fin de nuestra historia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;algunos lo podrán imaginar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la niña que sin pena y sin gloria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perdió sus medias y su castidad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preciso es condenar al que se burla de nuestra moral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero hay alguien que nadie puede explicar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por qué la niña ríe en vez de llorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carlos Alberto Garcia Lange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-3398438588769394073?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3398438588769394073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3398438588769394073' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3398438588769394073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3398438588769394073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/02/fabricante-de-mentiras.html' title='Fabricante de mentiras'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3335565790347178880</id><published>2009-02-24T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:33:10.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;88&lt;br /&gt;Necesito liberarme de este mal&lt;br /&gt;destaparme de este dolor&lt;br /&gt;salir del encierro irreal&lt;br /&gt;que me limita el sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Vomitar mi angustia latente&lt;br /&gt;limpiar mi nublada mente&lt;br /&gt;lograr que pare mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;al menos un segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;encontrar una formula magica,&lt;br /&gt;ese elixir divino que me limpie&lt;br /&gt;que me traiga paz,&lt;br /&gt;que bueno seria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;que se cierren mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;y disipen mis dudas&lt;br /&gt;que la seguridad protega mis acciones&lt;br /&gt;uy la firmeza mis desiciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Que se vayan mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;superar mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;reirme de mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;....y que no vuelvan&lt;br /&gt;....y que no muten&lt;br /&gt;....que desaparezcan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-3335565790347178880?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3335565790347178880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3335565790347178880' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3335565790347178880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3335565790347178880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/02/88-necesito-liberarme-de-este-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6771338889903537661</id><published>2009-02-20T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:16:15.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;87&lt;br /&gt;Que decir&lt;br /&gt;que decir cuando las palabras sobran&lt;br /&gt;que decir cuando el fuego quema en el pecho&lt;br /&gt;.... pero no consume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que decir&lt;br /&gt;que decir cuando la mirada basta&lt;br /&gt;y, espeso, el sentimiento ocupa espacio&lt;br /&gt;que decir cuando el tacto une, acorta distancias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que decir&lt;br /&gt;que decir cuando el latir es uno, y el respirar conjunto&lt;br /&gt;que decir cuando no hace falta&lt;br /&gt;que decir si sobra con sentir...&lt;br /&gt;que decir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-6771338889903537661?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6771338889903537661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6771338889903537661' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6771338889903537661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6771338889903537661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/02/87-que-decir-que-decir-cuando-las.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-2171397396481514138</id><published>2009-02-18T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:19:51.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;86&lt;br /&gt;Esas cosas que no se entienden&lt;br /&gt;esas cosas que no se piensan&lt;br /&gt;esas que cuando las explicas&lt;br /&gt;....ni vos las entendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulce, timida, tierna y angelical&lt;br /&gt;perro rabioso, ave de presa, casi inmoral&lt;br /&gt;extraña mezcla, casi peligrosa&lt;br /&gt;incierto desencace, dejado al azar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cambio de roles y confuciones mutuas&lt;br /&gt;cosas claras con muchas dudas&lt;br /&gt;pocas palabras, extraña conexion&lt;br /&gt;feliz coincidencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encuentros frecuentes y salvajes&lt;br /&gt;sudor permanente y placentero&lt;br /&gt;jornadas interminables&lt;br /&gt;ya no buscar excusas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besan mirando a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;maldicen el destino&lt;br /&gt;de cruzarse tan pronto&lt;br /&gt;y no despegarse un centimetro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distancia mentida y pasion incontenible&lt;br /&gt;union en un cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;deseo enfermizo&lt;br /&gt;besos sudados, tiernos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2171397396481514138?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2171397396481514138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2171397396481514138' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2171397396481514138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2171397396481514138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/02/86-esas-cosas-que-no-se-entienden-esas.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6161489396731312796</id><published>2009-02-16T13:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:31:02.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Un dia el leon, comenzo a escribir su historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;adopto una manada ajena, con castigo sin obligacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;dueño de sus actos, decidio su destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;fiel a su estirpe, orgulloso y fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manso y cabrio, peleador y pacifico...&lt;br /&gt;seguro en su inteligencia, trabajador y fiel&lt;br /&gt;orgulloso y vanidoso&lt;br /&gt;como todo bien ejemplar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desterrado por su sangre, fue rey en su manada&lt;br /&gt;amo a todos como a nadie&lt;br /&gt;encontro en su hogar, su lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dio pelea hasta el final,&lt;br /&gt;vivio una vida larga y plena&lt;br /&gt;por eso hoy, su descendencia,&lt;br /&gt;aulla a rabiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue fiel a su raza,&lt;br /&gt;demasiado quizas,&lt;br /&gt;orgulloso el, no podia irse asi&lt;br /&gt;demostro al final, que el leon herido lucha... hasta el fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-6161489396731312796?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6161489396731312796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6161489396731312796' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6161489396731312796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6161489396731312796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-dia-el-leon-comenzo-escribir-su.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1080417297628603579</id><published>2009-02-16T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:29:07.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pasa el tiempo y todo sigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;la vida continuando le da la razon al refran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;y quienes te extrañan te lloran, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;quienes te extrañan miran atras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;escapo al lugar comun, y solo gracias te digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;te recuerdo entre lagrimas, te escribo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;te hablo, ni yo me escucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;me pesa el lomo, me siento chiquito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Me evaluo en tus ojos, quiero ser ese hombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;quiero el orgullo en tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;extraño tu mirada de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;tu mano pesada, siempre extendida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;años de dolor no domaron al leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;la fuerza no duerme, se hereda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;es una forma de vivir, un sueño de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;hasta el ultimo dia, sobretodo en el ultimo dia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-1080417297628603579?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1080417297628603579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1080417297628603579' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1080417297628603579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1080417297628603579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/02/pasa-el-tiempo-y-todo-sigue-la-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-8491565526763947802</id><published>2009-02-16T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:08:35.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversario</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Envolverlo para regalo&lt;br /&gt;y llevartelo a casa&lt;br /&gt;delivery de magia&lt;br /&gt;ganas de compartir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el paso del tiempo te privo de esto&lt;br /&gt;pero aun escucho el fuego en tu voz&lt;br /&gt;mezcla de miedo y envidia&lt;br /&gt;admiracion y amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se que me entendes&lt;br /&gt;mas de lo que decis&lt;br /&gt;se que callas un mundo&lt;br /&gt;se que estas ahi y aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por eso aca, lejos de todo&lt;br /&gt;a este paraiso te traigo conmigo&lt;br /&gt;por que siempre estas conmigo&lt;br /&gt;por que soy tu sangre,&lt;br /&gt;por que soy tu hijo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-8491565526763947802?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/8491565526763947802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=8491565526763947802' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/8491565526763947802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/8491565526763947802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/02/aniversario.html' title='Aniversario'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1159168439354352909</id><published>2009-02-06T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:28:07.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el viaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Podes mirar el parabrisas lleno de bichos,&lt;br /&gt;podes mirar las rajaduras del vidrio,&lt;br /&gt;o podes mirar la puesta del sol en el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;o los arboles que marcan el camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todavia no llegue y ya no quiero volver&lt;br /&gt;se que me espera aca y alla,&lt;br /&gt;vivir o dormir,&lt;br /&gt;vivir en sueños o dormir la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como tan poco hace tanta diferencia?&lt;br /&gt;por que cuesta tanto mantener la coherencia?&lt;br /&gt;ser congruente con el sentir&lt;br /&gt;y elegir vivir sobre cumplir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un salto al vacio&lt;br /&gt;una eleccion sin red&lt;br /&gt;blanco o negro&lt;br /&gt;asi lo ves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te frizás&lt;br /&gt;racionalizas, y elegis no elegir&lt;br /&gt;hasta el proxma viaje&lt;br /&gt;donde la vida te despierte una vez mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-1159168439354352909?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1159168439354352909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1159168439354352909' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1159168439354352909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1159168439354352909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-viaje.html' title='el viaje'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5817911229494745539</id><published>2009-01-10T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:53:03.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;La vida no te espera,&lt;br /&gt;Tus propias acciones te condenan,&lt;br /&gt;Por eso buscas en el pasado&lt;br /&gt;Las razones de tu desdicha,&lt;br /&gt;De por que esa chica&lt;br /&gt;Ya no esta más a tu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Como en un tiempo no muy lejano&lt;br /&gt;Donde decía que te quería.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ya todo es diferente&lt;br /&gt;La soledad duerme a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;Perdiste por afano&lt;br /&gt;Un partido que creíste ganado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Si bien hoy todo es tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Esto deja una moraleja..&lt;br /&gt;Sin importar lo que digan&lt;br /&gt;Takes two to tango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-5817911229494745539?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5817911229494745539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5817911229494745539' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5817911229494745539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5817911229494745539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-la-vida-no-te-espera-tus-propias.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-7538698535633536957</id><published>2009-01-02T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:02:26.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;83&lt;br /&gt;Escapando de lo que soy&lt;br /&gt;encontre lo que no busco&lt;br /&gt;renegando de mi sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;disfrute a cuentagotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;burlaste mi guardia&lt;br /&gt;no creiste mis mentiras&lt;br /&gt;me compraste regalado&lt;br /&gt;me negaste que eras mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;fuiste dueña de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;mis deseos y fantasias&lt;br /&gt;antes que pudiera enterarme&lt;br /&gt;en tus redes ya dormia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;hoy ya no escapo tanto&lt;br /&gt;y te acepto, ya no duele&lt;br /&gt;hoy no miro de reojo&lt;br /&gt;el pasado no me mueve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-7538698535633536957?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/7538698535633536957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=7538698535633536957' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7538698535633536957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7538698535633536957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2009/01/83-escapando-de-lo-que-soy-encontre-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6992661519783122873</id><published>2008-12-30T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:39:56.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;82&lt;br /&gt;esquivando tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;me interne en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;escondiste tu luz&lt;br /&gt;y yo tonto te crei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;de a poco cai, sin sentir la caida&lt;br /&gt;de a poco te vi, hacia tiempo no sentia&lt;br /&gt;dolio como todo duele&lt;br /&gt;crecio como todo crece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;sin demasiada produccion&lt;br /&gt;eras la reina de la ecena&lt;br /&gt;por que lo que vale esta en vos&lt;br /&gt;y no en cosas externas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;amaste como mujer&lt;br /&gt;y quisiste como niña&lt;br /&gt;te adueñaste de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;y te escondiste en tu sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;me escondiste tu dolor,&lt;br /&gt;yo te di a cuentagotas&lt;br /&gt;cambiaste mi pesar&lt;br /&gt;hasta quedar asi, rota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;hoy abriste tus ojos y gritas&lt;br /&gt;hoy exigis amar con libertad&lt;br /&gt;odias mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;y callas mi represion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;hoy desde lejos te extraño&lt;br /&gt;hoy desde lejos estas y estoy&lt;br /&gt;pero sincero y con dolor&lt;br /&gt;yo se bien, que estaras mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-6992661519783122873?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6992661519783122873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6992661519783122873' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6992661519783122873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6992661519783122873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/82-esquivando-tu-mirada-me-interne-en.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5370370241869746179</id><published>2008-12-29T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:37:34.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;81&lt;br /&gt;desde arriba miro, y entre todos estoy&lt;br /&gt;siento el dolor, leo los rostros&lt;br /&gt;aun presente, acompaño&lt;br /&gt;intento reconfortar, abrazo, beso&lt;br /&gt;es en vano.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;lentamente los veo despedirse&lt;br /&gt;estan todos, o casi.... hay de mas&lt;br /&gt;los escucho y les grito, pero no me escucho...&lt;br /&gt;hermosa y triste demostracion de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;me oy apagando y de a poco se van yendo&lt;br /&gt;ya no siento a este mi lugar&lt;br /&gt;algo mejor me espera&lt;br /&gt;me voy, pero estoy, en ellos, siempre....&lt;br /&gt;3-4-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-5370370241869746179?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5370370241869746179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5370370241869746179' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5370370241869746179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5370370241869746179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/80-cuando-nuestras-copas-vuelvan_29.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-311080536630808664</id><published>2008-12-28T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:18:16.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;80&lt;br /&gt;cuando nuestras copas vuelvan a chocarse&lt;br /&gt;te contare lo que dejaste&lt;br /&gt;lo que te perdiste, olvidaste...&lt;br /&gt;en el momento que te fuiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esas cosas que nos unen,&lt;br /&gt;esas noches sin recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;los relatos borroneados&lt;br /&gt;de la felicidad adolescente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como enfrento mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;la culpa, tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;el adios en aquella mesa&lt;br /&gt;que nunca soñe tan largo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi vida, mis amores&lt;br /&gt;mis victorias, y derrotas&lt;br /&gt;todo en solo unas copas&lt;br /&gt;que me privaste de compartir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y despues las preguntas&lt;br /&gt;no porque, sino como asi?&lt;br /&gt;el repriche, el ego, YO! VENI!&lt;br /&gt;.....finalmente te acepto, abrazo y fernet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-311080536630808664?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/311080536630808664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=311080536630808664' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/311080536630808664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/311080536630808664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/80-cuando-nuestras-copas-vuelvan.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-73108373433839071</id><published>2008-12-26T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:44:47.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mi amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;79&lt;br /&gt;empiezo con perdon y termino con gracias&lt;br /&gt;perdon por ser y no hacer&lt;br /&gt;por no leerte el dolor&lt;br /&gt;por no darte esa mano que no me pediste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdon por que te despediste&lt;br /&gt;tan rapido como viniste&lt;br /&gt;"a tu manera" pense,&lt;br /&gt;asi, sin mas, te fuiste.&lt;br /&gt;gracias por los momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por la locura y por estar&lt;br /&gt;por compartir sin mirar&lt;br /&gt;por confiar y acompañar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias por estar, permanecer y perdurar&lt;br /&gt;por quedarte a mi lado, en presencia&lt;br /&gt;por que en mi corazon, y memoria, tu esencia&lt;br /&gt;siempre presente esta. Gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4/06 -feliz cumpleaños-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-73108373433839071?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/73108373433839071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=73108373433839071' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/73108373433839071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/73108373433839071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/mi-amigo.html' title='A mi amigo'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6232129339197580710</id><published>2008-12-21T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:55:00.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;78&lt;br /&gt;vuelve el comezon&lt;br /&gt;ese eterno sentimiento visceral&lt;br /&gt;es constante la busqueda de una aventura&lt;br /&gt;la batalla contra lo correcto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;le doy pelea diaria&lt;br /&gt;me contengo, me convenzo,&lt;br /&gt;no quiero lastimar&lt;br /&gt;no quiero dejar de hacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;el solo sentimiento, la posibilidad&lt;br /&gt;me hace sentir vivo&lt;br /&gt;y vivir en mi mente situaciones ideales&lt;br /&gt;sentimientos que no necesito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-6232129339197580710?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6232129339197580710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6232129339197580710' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6232129339197580710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6232129339197580710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/78-vuelve-el-comezon-ese-eterno.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-149914305830948807</id><published>2008-12-20T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:50:27.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;77&lt;br /&gt;ruido en mi cabeza,&lt;br /&gt;ruido que me seca&lt;br /&gt;no me deja, me reprime&lt;br /&gt;ataca todo lo que me inspira, me cohibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;mi ser encerrado en un cerebro monotemativo&lt;br /&gt;busca ventanas imaginarias&lt;br /&gt;y escapa a la rutina, se nutre de luz&lt;br /&gt;vive nuevamente, respira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;el alquitran de la monotonia tapa mis poros, te asfixia&lt;br /&gt;te limpias y vuelve&lt;br /&gt;pero por momentos eres libre&lt;br /&gt;te lo quitas, y te lo vuelves a quitar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-149914305830948807?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/149914305830948807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=149914305830948807' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/149914305830948807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/149914305830948807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/77-ruido-en-mi-cabeza-ruido-que-me-seca.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6689325080982370974</id><published>2008-12-19T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:49:33.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;76&lt;br /&gt;hoy mando besos gigantes&lt;br /&gt;y mimos mayores&lt;br /&gt;mando cobija y fresco&lt;br /&gt;mando mi mente en rescate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;mando mi corazon de auxilio,&lt;br /&gt;y mis piernas de ruedas&lt;br /&gt;mando mis ojos de luces&lt;br /&gt;y mis manos de guia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mando mi amor en un tupper&lt;br /&gt;para que te dure el camino&lt;br /&gt;te espera mi alma en destino&lt;br /&gt;..... no te tardes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-6689325080982370974?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6689325080982370974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6689325080982370974' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6689325080982370974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6689325080982370974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/76-hoy-mando-besos-gigantes-y-mimos.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-464427140923648194</id><published>2008-12-18T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:44:56.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Quien te da lo que te quitan&lt;br /&gt;quien te quita lo que nadie te da?&lt;br /&gt;donde buscar lo que no es tuyo&lt;br /&gt;donde buscar, y que encontrar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;la reprimida busqueda del ser;&lt;br /&gt;el querer ser lo que se quiere&lt;br /&gt;el ser lo que no se es&lt;br /&gt;es ser sin ser, es estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;estar vacio de contenido&lt;br /&gt;queriendo llenarse de todo,&lt;br /&gt;jarros vacioos de vida&lt;br /&gt;vida vivida en espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;la espera eterna de superacion&lt;br /&gt;la superacion sobre la masa&lt;br /&gt;la superacion siendo el todo&lt;br /&gt;el todo siendo el ser, el todo siendo nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-464427140923648194?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/464427140923648194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=464427140923648194' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/464427140923648194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/464427140923648194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/75-quien-te-da-lo-que-te-quitan-quien.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3834483458925917711</id><published>2008-12-16T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:09:09.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;74&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes que me aleje&lt;br /&gt;no te alejes&lt;br /&gt;no te empaques ni me empaques&lt;br /&gt;haceme puchero tierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;disfrutame como yo a vos&lt;br /&gt;dejame hacerte feliz&lt;br /&gt;se feliz&lt;br /&gt;amame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;confia en mi y disfruta&lt;br /&gt;pensa en mi y soña&lt;br /&gt;planea junto a mi y vivi&lt;br /&gt;extrañame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;gracias por todo y por lo que viene&lt;br /&gt;perdon por todo y por lo que viene....&lt;br /&gt;feliz estos años que vienen&lt;br /&gt;te amo, hoy y lo que me quede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-3834483458925917711?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3834483458925917711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3834483458925917711' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3834483458925917711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3834483458925917711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/74-no-me-dejes-que-me-aleje-no-te.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-562373763417487793</id><published>2008-12-15T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:56:45.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;73&lt;br /&gt;Renuncio al mundo por amor&lt;br /&gt;renuncio al mundo por dolor&lt;br /&gt;a quien culpar si no se amar&lt;br /&gt;a quien llamar si el vacio lleva mi nombre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;buscando la brujula de la vida&lt;br /&gt;desperdicio el tiempo viviendo vidas ajenas&lt;br /&gt;pensando en vos, me dejo&lt;br /&gt;no pienso en mi y muero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;me escondo en personakes&lt;br /&gt;y vago sin rumbo,&lt;br /&gt;desconociendo mis deseos&lt;br /&gt;y me entierro en mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;en vano pego, manotazos de ahogado&lt;br /&gt;no es culpa del otro si uno se repite&lt;br /&gt;tonto es quien vive pensando en otros&lt;br /&gt;tonto es quien vive, pero no es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-562373763417487793?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/562373763417487793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=562373763417487793' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/562373763417487793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/562373763417487793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/73-renuncio-al-mundo-por-amor-renuncio.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1258042864923694178</id><published>2008-12-14T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:36:23.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hice el mal, para empezar bien&lt;br /&gt;me arrepiento de ello, pero hice bien en hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;lo necesitaba, necesitaba hacerse&lt;br /&gt;asi me limpie, arranque de cero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la busqueda de mi, siempre oculte lo malo&lt;br /&gt;esa parte oscura, en la que no me reconozco&lt;br /&gt;que me pinta como un demonio, capaz de cualquier cosa&lt;br /&gt;que miedo me daria verme asi, capaz de cualquier cosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que llegue, al fondo que tanto rechazo&lt;br /&gt;es por eso que no abrazo, la decision que tome&lt;br /&gt;pero se que bien obre, por mas que no en vano&lt;br /&gt;el sentimiento de culpa, invade mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no hay moraleja esta vez, solo que a veces la vida&lt;br /&gt;de una manera mezquina, nos empuja hacia los extremos&lt;br /&gt;y esta en nosotros caermos, o tomarnos de la baranda&lt;br /&gt;y ahi ver quien se salva, si vos, o el de al lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-1258042864923694178?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1258042864923694178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1258042864923694178' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1258042864923694178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1258042864923694178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/72-hice-el-mal-para-empezar-bien-me.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-2534408883290036216</id><published>2008-12-13T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:27:56.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;71&lt;br /&gt;con lagrimas humedeciendo mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;con otra despedida a cuestas&lt;br /&gt;con un gelido corazon escondido&lt;br /&gt;asi te conoci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;buscando un escape fuiste mi musa&lt;br /&gt;esquivando peligros me crei&lt;br /&gt;siempre distante yo&lt;br /&gt;pero tu dulzura pudo mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nos tomamos el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;como quien desconfia, nos medimos&lt;br /&gt;bailamos sin ritmo en comun&lt;br /&gt;la seduccion fue mutua y fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;derretiste mis defensas&lt;br /&gt;y violaste mis radares&lt;br /&gt;escapaste de mi juego&lt;br /&gt;y asi, la oveja cazo al lobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2534408883290036216?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2534408883290036216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2534408883290036216' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2534408883290036216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2534408883290036216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/71-con-lagrimas-humedeciendo-mi-rostro.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-4587027153558152978</id><published>2008-12-10T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:48:03.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;70&lt;br /&gt;birome en mi mano,&lt;br /&gt;cerveza frente a mi&lt;br /&gt;abierta como aprendio en la calle&lt;br /&gt;mas comodo, mas yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;pienso que escribir, solo viene lo gris&lt;br /&gt;lo demas no incita, no exita&lt;br /&gt;cansado del blues, busco rock&lt;br /&gt;me encuentro y respondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;apagado prendo, miro, fundo y juego&lt;br /&gt;ese es mi rock, ser a pesar del ser&lt;br /&gt;querer estar y buscar a la vez&lt;br /&gt;pelear lo perdido, lo regalado y lo prestado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sexo en la mente&lt;br /&gt;cuerpo de cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;sin trabajar, simpatico&lt;br /&gt;quiere, cumple, hasta hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desconexion de personas&lt;br /&gt;Sos hoy, a la noche y mañana&lt;br /&gt;Juan, juancito, juan carlos gomez&lt;br /&gt;Sos como sos, diferente siempre, raro, unico, lo buscas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-4587027153558152978?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/4587027153558152978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=4587027153558152978' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4587027153558152978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4587027153558152978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/70-birome-en-mi-mano-cerveza-frente-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-8099308406583601447</id><published>2008-12-09T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:37:24.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;69&lt;br /&gt;a veces estoy tan bien,&lt;br /&gt;a veces estoy tan mal&lt;br /&gt;mi memoria selecciona recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos que si o no, que tal vez, pero nunca ni o jamas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;con la cabeza en moto&lt;br /&gt;y la vida en formula 1&lt;br /&gt;el cuerpo humano no compensa&lt;br /&gt;y el desequilibrio reina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;virgencito de la vida&lt;br /&gt;descreido de su ser&lt;br /&gt;nuevo como usado y lavado&lt;br /&gt;nuevo como el mentiroso poco uso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;sueña con olimpos&lt;br /&gt;y vive como yo&lt;br /&gt;nunca se conforma con menos&lt;br /&gt;y mas es mucho, con humildad de invitado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;exesa sus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;rompe limites y barreras&lt;br /&gt;queja de las facturas&lt;br /&gt;paga de mala gana, pero no aprende a no gastar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sonreisea por la vida&lt;br /&gt;biscando las respuestas que le faltan&lt;br /&gt;escucha poco, busca hablar&lt;br /&gt;quizas alguien sea ese alquien, debe saberlo, debe intentarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-8099308406583601447?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/8099308406583601447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=8099308406583601447' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/8099308406583601447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/8099308406583601447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-4068908939337087560</id><published>2008-12-08T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:21:46.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;68&lt;br /&gt;hoy no se quien sos&lt;br /&gt;hoy no se si llegaras&lt;br /&gt;hoy quiero que llegues&lt;br /&gt;hoy sueño saberte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amarga es la vida en soledad&lt;br /&gt;mas, cuando se añora compañía&lt;br /&gt;esa que sueño consiga&lt;br /&gt;y solo asi solo, no terminar mis dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busco parametros que estableci&lt;br /&gt;tan pragmatica como tontamente&lt;br /&gt;lo hice pensando en ti&lt;br /&gt;lo hice soñando tenerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-4068908939337087560?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/4068908939337087560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=4068908939337087560' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4068908939337087560'/><link 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/&gt;Sin produccion, soy producto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer, hoy y mañana, conjugados&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo como factor&lt;br /&gt;Una sola premisa, y yo sin sueño&lt;br /&gt;Con la vida en pausa, ya no soy dueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo y mis, ser y hacer&lt;br /&gt;Poder hacer es mi pesadilla&lt;br /&gt;No hacer mi realidad&lt;br /&gt;Levantarme y reclamar lo mio, mi sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-4766302042129620235?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/4766302042129620235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=4766302042129620235' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;66&lt;br /&gt;Cuando busco respuestas en el lugar equivocado&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se me equivocado&lt;br /&gt;Cuadno busco respuestas que ya tengo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando busco tener respuestas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajar, bajar, frenar vivir&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza como una maquina&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo es el motor&lt;br /&gt;Combustible es tu nombre, sabes que voy por vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el sol no te pega&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te pegas vos&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la noche te deja solo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la soledad es tu noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te alcanza el pasado, y volves&lt;br /&gt;Y todo lo que escondiste bajo la alfombra fue siembra&lt;br /&gt;Cosechando los desechos de tu alma&lt;br /&gt;Creiste y te hiciste&lt;br /&gt;Te hiciste mierda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-5581819709879315514?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5581819709879315514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5581819709879315514' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5581819709879315514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5581819709879315514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/66-cuando-busco-respuestas-en-el-lugar.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5171987656598651839</id><published>2008-12-02T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:41:38.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que siento?&lt;br /&gt;El lugar....&lt;br /&gt;Madure en busca de lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy me busco a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoy me respeto para dejarme ser&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me busco, me investigo y me exploro&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me respeto mis tiempos, por mas que no este de acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me miro, me estudio y me mido, pero no me evaluo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deje obligaciones de lado, para obligarme a vivir&lt;br /&gt;Intento forzarme una rutina, de cosas que me obliguen a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Me hago resposable de mi, dejando el mundo a segundo plano&lt;br /&gt;Por fin entiendo, que no me necesita para seguir girando&lt;br /&gt;7/11/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-5171987656598651839?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5171987656598651839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5171987656598651839' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5171987656598651839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5171987656598651839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-siento-el-lugar.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3425129390220055849</id><published>2008-12-01T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:15:18.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;64&lt;br /&gt;Esquivando tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Me interne en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;Escondiste tu luz&lt;br /&gt;.....Y como tonto te crei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;de a poco cai, sin sentir la caida&lt;br /&gt;de a poco te vi, hacia tiempo no sentia...&lt;br /&gt;dolio como todo duele&lt;br /&gt;crecio como todo crece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;sin demasiada produccion&lt;br /&gt;eras la reina de la escena&lt;br /&gt;por que lo que vale esta en vos&lt;br /&gt;y no en cuestiones anexas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;amaste como mujer&lt;br /&gt;y quisiste como niña&lt;br /&gt;te adueñaste de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;y te escondiste en tu sonrisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;me ocultaste tu dolor&lt;br /&gt;yo te di a cuentagotas&lt;br /&gt;combatiste mi pesar&lt;br /&gt;hasta quedar asi, rota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;hoy abriste tus ojos y gritas..&lt;br /&gt;hoy exigis, amar con libertad&lt;br /&gt;odias mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;y callas mi represion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;hoy desde lejos te extraño&lt;br /&gt;hoy desde lejos estas y estoy&lt;br /&gt;pero sincero y con dolor&lt;br /&gt;yo se bien, que estaras mejor.....&lt;br /&gt;1/09/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-3425129390220055849?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3425129390220055849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3425129390220055849' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3425129390220055849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3425129390220055849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/12/64-esquivando-tu-mirada-me-interne-en.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-7891111912528473440</id><published>2008-11-30T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:06:24.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;63&lt;br /&gt;necesito liberarme de este mal&lt;br /&gt;destaparme de este dolor&lt;br /&gt;salir del encierro irreal&lt;br /&gt;que me limita el sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;vomitar mi angustia latente&lt;br /&gt;limpiar mi nublada mente&lt;br /&gt;lograr que pare mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;al menos por un segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;encontrar la formula magica,&lt;br /&gt;ese elixir divino que me limpie&lt;br /&gt;que me traiga paz,&lt;br /&gt;que bueno seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;que se cierren mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;y disipen mis dudas&lt;br /&gt;que la seguridad proteja mis acciones&lt;br /&gt;y la firmeza de mis decisiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;que se vayan mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;superar mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;reirme de mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;……… y que no vuelvan&lt;br /&gt;……… y que no muten&lt;br /&gt;……… que desaparezcan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-7891111912528473440?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/7891111912528473440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=7891111912528473440' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7891111912528473440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7891111912528473440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/63-necesito-liberarme-de-este-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-2888445862626163067</id><published>2008-11-29T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:25:17.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eso vive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;60&lt;br /&gt;extasis en frenesi,&lt;br /&gt;gatillá tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;putea, coge, corre, patea&lt;br /&gt;desperta tu ser viseral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;arruinate por sentir&lt;br /&gt;vale la pena&lt;br /&gt;no te duermas&lt;br /&gt;NO TE DUERMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Rebelate&lt;br /&gt;Rebelate y se&lt;br /&gt;Elegi&lt;br /&gt;Se la corriente contraria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Camino alterno a un mismo lugar&lt;br /&gt;No es al pedo si es tuyo&lt;br /&gt;El individuo es unico&lt;br /&gt;El hombre es manada….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2888445862626163067?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2888445862626163067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2888445862626163067' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2888445862626163067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2888445862626163067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/eso-vive.html' title='eso vive'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-7830249987283079961</id><published>2008-11-27T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:58:32.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;59&lt;br /&gt;Espiritu libre&lt;br /&gt;Alegria a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;Sonrisa forzada por decisión propia&lt;br /&gt;Mirada triste y profunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sincera de a ratos&lt;br /&gt;Estrella fugaz&lt;br /&gt;Brillas sin luz&lt;br /&gt;Solo hay que saberte mirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Te gustan las palabras&lt;br /&gt;Te escondes y te gusta&lt;br /&gt;Te alejas para estar cerca&lt;br /&gt;Tu debilidad te da fuerza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tus gustos son tus pecados&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo el delito&lt;br /&gt;Tu felicidad pasajera, intensa y esperada&lt;br /&gt;Buscas magia, esperanza y compañía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-7830249987283079961?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/7830249987283079961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=7830249987283079961' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7830249987283079961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7830249987283079961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/59-espiritu-libre-alegria-flor-de-piel.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-5331400137650953975</id><published>2008-11-26T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:54:15.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;57&lt;br /&gt;si disfrutar es un pecado&lt;br /&gt;y elegir es egoismo,&lt;br /&gt;si ser feliz es un mito….&lt;br /&gt;Cual es la razon de ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ignora las señales&lt;br /&gt;Y busca tu camino&lt;br /&gt;Ese que has elegido&lt;br /&gt;Equivocarse es vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja tu marca en el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;para vos, no para mi&lt;br /&gt;Sonrie cuando me veas&lt;br /&gt;Enseñame a ser feliz, mostrame que sos feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-5331400137650953975?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/5331400137650953975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=5331400137650953975' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5331400137650953975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/5331400137650953975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/57-si-disfrutar-es-un-pecado-y-elegir.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-8079257501369485609</id><published>2008-11-25T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:21:00.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;53&lt;br /&gt;reaccion en cadena, sensación&lt;br /&gt;sentir nada y no entender;&lt;br /&gt;el no dolor, solo la falta de satisfacción&lt;br /&gt;la imposibilidad de reir, de disfrutar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Perdido en mi mente, mi zumbido me cuega&lt;br /&gt;Una radio en mi cabeza me concentra en la nada&lt;br /&gt;Y el relajarse es un elixir fuera de mi alcance&lt;br /&gt;Un oasis siempre lejano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Efecto domino.&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza es una maquina de movimiento continuo&lt;br /&gt;Se autoabastece con mis dudas,&lt;br /&gt;Se hace mas fuerte con mi dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Necesidad&lt;br /&gt;Necesito su abrazo,&lt;br /&gt;Regresion y nuevamente ser niño&lt;br /&gt;Querer que una caricia cierre las heridas, falta de valor, de fuerzas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Autoayuda, ayuda tan deseada.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar respuestas a los ecos&lt;br /&gt;Alimentarme positivamente y crecer&lt;br /&gt;Mejorar y seguir&lt;br /&gt;Ser para dejar de ser….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;27/10/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-8079257501369485609?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/8079257501369485609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=8079257501369485609' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/8079257501369485609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Bloqueandome el futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La memoria dormida despierta en el peor momento&lt;br /&gt;No avisa&lt;br /&gt;Solo refleja fotos que traen emociones&lt;br /&gt;Que traen sensaciones encerradas en un arcon tan frágil como la propia cordura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La memoria es un inquilino de la muerte&lt;br /&gt;Cuyas mutaciones parciales pintan realidades inexactas&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ayudan o nos hunden&lt;br /&gt;Que dictan el destino de nuestros dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La memoria es el presente, el hoy&lt;br /&gt;Es parte de un sentimiento actual, que es resultado de esta misma&lt;br /&gt;Y que aguarda, hasta estar lista&lt;br /&gt;…………….El momento de la revelacion&lt;br /&gt; 27/10/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2318201566704778076?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2318201566704778076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2318201566704778076' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2318201566704778076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2318201566704778076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/52-un-pasado-irresponsable-acosa-la.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1969437031510841284</id><published>2008-11-22T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:11:07.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;51&lt;br /&gt;Volver a ser niño&lt;br /&gt;Ser inocente de inocencia pura&lt;br /&gt;Protegido por una mirada dulce&lt;br /&gt;Sin conocimiento del mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Creer con todo&lt;br /&gt;Y amar hasta que duela&lt;br /&gt;Confiar sin miramientos&lt;br /&gt;No obligarse a nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No saber lo que es la monotonia&lt;br /&gt;Y encontrar todo fascinante&lt;br /&gt;Reir desde el alma&lt;br /&gt;Como si fuera la ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar ese niño&lt;br /&gt;Preguntarle donde fue&lt;br /&gt;Por que ya no somos uno&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando, cuando piensa volver……….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-1969437031510841284?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1969437031510841284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1969437031510841284' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1969437031510841284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1969437031510841284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/51-volver-ser-nio-ser-inocente-de.html' title='...yo'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-2879047178144809076</id><published>2008-11-21T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:23:49.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>secreto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;49&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera contarte&lt;br /&gt;Si yo no me juzgara&lt;br /&gt;Si tan solo me relajara&lt;br /&gt;Por tan solo un instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si pudiera mirarte a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y vomitarte mis pecados&lt;br /&gt;Sin guardarme bocado&lt;br /&gt;Y asi calmar mi insania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Si pudiera todo eso&lt;br /&gt;Si no temiera perderte&lt;br /&gt;Te juro que asi lo haria&lt;br /&gt;Pero este amor que hoy siento, no existiria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2879047178144809076?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2879047178144809076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2879047178144809076' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2879047178144809076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2879047178144809076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/secreto.html' title='secreto'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-7762731727096328176</id><published>2008-11-20T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:04:43.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;48&lt;br /&gt;Que difícil es controlar al amor&lt;br /&gt;Ese animal salvaje que corre por tus venas&lt;br /&gt;Al que en vano entrenas&lt;br /&gt;Pues se desboca a la primera de cambio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Te llena de energia cuando debes dormir&lt;br /&gt;Y te frena cuando quieres actuar&lt;br /&gt;Enmudece al mas parlanchin&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta a un mudo hace gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tus puntos fuertes te hace dudar&lt;br /&gt;Y preguntarte si eres lo relamente bueno,&lt;br /&gt;Asi te ayuda a mejorar&lt;br /&gt;Hace mejor lo bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O puede evaporar tus dudas,&lt;br /&gt;En menos que un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Y te hace mirar decidido&lt;br /&gt;Al futuro a la cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te hace sentir afortunado&lt;br /&gt;solo por que ella este a tu lado,&lt;br /&gt;y estaras siempre completo&lt;br /&gt;si caminas de su mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-7762731727096328176?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/7762731727096328176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=7762731727096328176' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7762731727096328176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7762731727096328176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/48-que-difcil-es-controlar-al-amor-ese.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-9033155389908538055</id><published>2008-11-19T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:03:57.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Herido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;47&lt;br /&gt;Otra sombra en tu cabeza,&lt;br /&gt;Esa que nunca se despeja&lt;br /&gt;Que de dudas esta llena&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tiene otra cicatriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Creias que lo tenias dominado&lt;br /&gt;Era tu oasis, en tu propia vida&lt;br /&gt;Una isla en tus dias&lt;br /&gt;Algo seguro, que hoy se ha pinchado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si bien crees saber algo&lt;br /&gt;Que puede ayudar a superarlo&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que es algo mas profundo&lt;br /&gt;Que viene del pasado&lt;br /&gt;Todo eso que te esta preocupando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siempre la cita es para mañana,&lt;br /&gt;Postergas el enfrentamiento&lt;br /&gt;Dilatando las soluciones&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que el tiempo te haga olvidar las heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pero la calle esta llena de espejos&lt;br /&gt;Y la vida es tu reflejo&lt;br /&gt;Donde en cada instante se te recuerdan las cicatrices&lt;br /&gt;Que no podes dejar atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-9033155389908538055?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/9033155389908538055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=9033155389908538055' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/9033155389908538055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/9033155389908538055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/herido.html' title='Herido'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6195552165312375466</id><published>2008-11-18T16:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:11:40.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;37&lt;br /&gt;Tan brillante como sea posible,&lt;br /&gt;Tu calor me abraza, me protege&lt;br /&gt;Tu luz ilumina mis dias&lt;br /&gt;Y se extraña en las noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tu oleaje inunda mi entrepierna&lt;br /&gt;La sal de tu ser deja tu escencia en mi boca&lt;br /&gt;Se que eres peligrosa,&lt;br /&gt;Pero no te temo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;El viento trae tu aroma,&lt;br /&gt;Todo vuela cuando te enojas&lt;br /&gt;El fuego te necesita&lt;br /&gt;Y tu abusas de el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Estas firme bajo mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;Y me sostienes sin importar que direccion tome&lt;br /&gt;Puedes ser arida e inhóspita,&lt;br /&gt;El agua de mis largrimas no te favorece&lt;br /&gt;Sabras ser fértil cuando llegue el momento.&lt;br /&gt;13/12/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-6195552165312375466?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6195552165312375466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6195552165312375466' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;34&lt;br /&gt;El desconcierto, la falta de certezas&lt;br /&gt;La corta edad y la pereza&lt;br /&gt;La destreza aun no probada&lt;br /&gt;La tristeza que se asienta en el alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;El vacio, la sensación de derrota&lt;br /&gt;Y la necesidad de alguna victoria&lt;br /&gt;La necesidad de la negacion de culpa&lt;br /&gt;Y la falta de voluntad para cambiar de meta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;22 cortos año, y tantas cosas a cuestas&lt;br /&gt;victorias, derrotas&lt;br /&gt;algunas propias, otras ajenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;El sentimiento de no pertenecer o ser,&lt;br /&gt;Y la necesidad de parecer&lt;br /&gt;La contradicciones, las certezas&lt;br /&gt;Las decisiones, la moral, el miedo y la creencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Todo da vueltas en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Y creo ir para abajo&lt;br /&gt;Pero voy adelante en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Pero no entiendo un carajo…………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Parar para pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar para vivir&lt;br /&gt;Vivir para que?&lt;br /&gt;Solo para existir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;El querer disfrutar,&lt;br /&gt;de lo mucho que nos rodea&lt;br /&gt;El querer despejar un poco la cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;El decir ser libre, aun estando atrapado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;El tirar la piedra, y esconder la mano&lt;br /&gt;De vuelta la culpa que te desvela.&lt;br /&gt;Y ya nada hace que desaparezca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Se viene el pasado, antes que el mañana&lt;br /&gt;De nuevo la duda,&lt;br /&gt;Esa que quema, que consume el alma………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Éxito o fracaso,&lt;br /&gt;Solo eso es la vida?&lt;br /&gt;Si no tuve "éxito"&lt;br /&gt;Estuvo, entonces, perdida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Agarrar los libros,&lt;br /&gt;Y empezar a estudiar,&lt;br /&gt;Buscarse un trabajo,&lt;br /&gt;Y ser servicial………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;La plata, la nada&lt;br /&gt;Tambien la pobreza&lt;br /&gt;Quien lo decide?&lt;br /&gt;Como lo maneja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Que digo? Que hago?&lt;br /&gt;Para donde agarro?&lt;br /&gt;Todavía sigo&lt;br /&gt;Sin entender un carajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sera que la vida de verdad es tan jodida?&lt;br /&gt;Si no hace tanto era muy divertida……….&lt;br /&gt;Para ser hombre, esta prohibido ser niño?&lt;br /&gt;Para ser hombre, esta prohibido ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;2/8/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-8326492029928703349?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/8326492029928703349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=8326492029928703349' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;Cuestiono mi voluntad&lt;br /&gt;Cuestiono mis instrumentos&lt;br /&gt;Que me llevaron a esta encrucijada&lt;br /&gt;Y que nublaron mi destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;No saber donde voy&lt;br /&gt;No recordar lo que hice&lt;br /&gt;Con las marcas como unico testigo&lt;br /&gt;De otra noche perdida en mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin verla venir&lt;br /&gt;Es difícil reaccionar&lt;br /&gt;Solo queda defenderse&lt;br /&gt;Y tratar de cambiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero llevar una vida,&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier cosa menos aburrida,&lt;br /&gt;Pero por culpa de mis cagadas,&lt;br /&gt;Ya dejo de ser divertida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me preguntas el por que de mi suerte de mierda&lt;br /&gt;Y en el fondo se bien&lt;br /&gt;Que la estoy sacando barata&lt;br /&gt;Y que estoy todavía a tiempo&lt;br /&gt;De ganar el partido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ese vaso me llama&lt;br /&gt;y otro fin de semana se acerca&lt;br /&gt;y con la excusa que sea&lt;br /&gt;todo, una vez mas, estara olvidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que nunca cambian&lt;br /&gt;Pero todo tiene solucion&lt;br /&gt;Es momento que me avive&lt;br /&gt;Si quiero una vida mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada se consigue sin sacrificios&lt;br /&gt;Y lo que si, poco dura.&lt;br /&gt;Poco da el que madruga, en esta noche de engaños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2215811968978968272?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2215811968978968272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1111871896785709996</id><published>2008-11-14T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:07:59.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>viaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejar atrás los miedos&lt;br /&gt;madurar, crecer&lt;br /&gt;tomar mis decisiones&lt;br /&gt;Y bancarme las consecuencias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceptar las responsabilidades&lt;br /&gt;Y cumplirlas seriamente&lt;br /&gt;Sin que esto signifique, malhumor, ni descontento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceptar que soy un niño,&lt;br /&gt;Solo en parte y de a ratos&lt;br /&gt;Y que me puedo "hacer cargo"&lt;br /&gt;Sin deshonrar mi escencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-1111871896785709996?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1111871896785709996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1111871896785709996' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1111871896785709996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1111871896785709996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/30-dejar-atrs-los-miedos-madurar-crecer.html' title='viaje'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-27119988971880503</id><published>2008-11-12T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:55:55.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;libre a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;y dependiente tuyo&lt;br /&gt;pendiente de tus actos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;libertad esclava&lt;br /&gt;dulce agonia&lt;br /&gt;el dolor de la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;la incertidumbre antes de la sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tu caricia y tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Tu sonrisa y tu perfume&lt;br /&gt;Se resumen en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;Se amontonan en mi corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sentimientos de novela&lt;br /&gt;Frases elaboradas que brotan naturales&lt;br /&gt;El miedo a ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Y el sentimiento de inmortalidad, invulnerabilidad y el constante deseo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ya esta, y ahora?&lt;br /&gt;Donde esta? Cuando viene?&lt;br /&gt;Piensa en mi? En que piensa?&lt;br /&gt;Por que me maquino tanto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dudas sonambulas&lt;br /&gt;Preguntas sin respuestas&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo en la noche,&lt;br /&gt;……… esta todo bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-27119988971880503?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/27119988971880503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=27119988971880503' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/27119988971880503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/27119988971880503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/libre.html' title='Libre'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-8097281203699015170</id><published>2008-11-10T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:04:46.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Las razones de mi muerte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La decepcion, la falta de esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;La falta de ambicion y de incentivo,&lt;br /&gt;La necesidad insatisfecha de abrigo,&lt;br /&gt;Espiritual y emocional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las traiciones que sufro dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Que partieron en pedazos mi voluntad,&lt;br /&gt;La falta de un abrazo,&lt;br /&gt;El rechazo de un extraño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lealtad perdida&lt;br /&gt;Que no es reconocida,&lt;br /&gt;Por falta de valor&lt;br /&gt;O por simple displicencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La desaparición de la escencia,&lt;br /&gt;Esa que nos hace humanos:&lt;br /&gt;El tender una mano&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estas en el piso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La fuga de los espiritus&lt;br /&gt;Y almas ajenas&lt;br /&gt;Sin dar mucha pelea&lt;br /&gt;Y tomando atajos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis propios defectos,&lt;br /&gt;Mis pocas virtudes,&lt;br /&gt;Mi impotencia, mi bronca,&lt;br /&gt;Mi no ser, o el ser tan poco….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada es nunca suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Y todo es demasiado&lt;br /&gt;En este mar de engaños&lt;br /&gt;Que inundo al mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que cumplo&lt;br /&gt;Con lo que es inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Y asesino mi alma, que acompañara mi voluntard&lt;br /&gt;En un cielo de nostalgias, de lo que fue; pero nunca mas sera.&lt;br /&gt;7/10/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-8097281203699015170?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/8097281203699015170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=8097281203699015170' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/8097281203699015170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/8097281203699015170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/las-razones-de-mi-muerte.html' title='Las razones de mi muerte'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-2423619667906173041</id><published>2008-11-09T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:38:59.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;La realidad como unico modo&lt;br /&gt;te aleja de lo lindo de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;racionaliza los sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;y exprime los momentos&lt;br /&gt;dejando solo los frios hechos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Los sentimientos, la fantasia como unico modo&lt;br /&gt;te alejan de la vida&lt;br /&gt;te atrapan en un mundo de ilusiones sin sustento&lt;br /&gt;te alejan de los hechos&lt;br /&gt;dejandote solo en tu isla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Encontrar la combinación justa,&lt;br /&gt;eso es saber vivir&lt;br /&gt;dejar de lado la obligaciones cuando se puede&lt;br /&gt;soñar aun cuando no se debe&lt;br /&gt;y nunca faltar a la palabra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2423619667906173041?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2423619667906173041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2423619667906173041' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2423619667906173041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2423619667906173041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/24-la-realidad-como-unico-modo-te-aleja.html' title=''/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3687027677149967430</id><published>2008-11-08T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:41:35.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;Ocupo mi tiempo para no pensarte&lt;br /&gt;Me mantengo despierto para no soñarte&lt;br /&gt;Tu cara me acosa en forma de luna&lt;br /&gt;Mi mente me hace jugarretas sucias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me siento en la playa, y al mar observo&lt;br /&gt;Con toda su grandeza y sus secretos&lt;br /&gt;Le hago preguntas, le pido consejos;&lt;br /&gt;El no me entiende, nadie puede hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna a la distancia ilumina mis lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Que a causa de tu ausencia fueron derramadas&lt;br /&gt;Parece reírse, pero se que me entiende,&lt;br /&gt;En su soledad entre simples estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;Esperando al sol que la encuentre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La arena que vuela parece buscarte&lt;br /&gt;Yo al oído le dejo, para ti, mensajes&lt;br /&gt;Le digo que te extraño, que sin ti nada tiene sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Pero ya no vuelven, se quedan contigo.&lt;br /&gt;27/01/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-3687027677149967430?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3687027677149967430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3687027677149967430' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3687027677149967430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3687027677149967430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/espera.html' title='espera'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-3799801002120068233</id><published>2008-11-07T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:52:32.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Siento a mi sonrisa morir de a poco&lt;br /&gt;Siento que se evapora en una lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Una de las tantas que recorren mi mejilla&lt;br /&gt;Y que dejaron mi corazón resquebrajado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Así y todo, creo poder sacudirme&lt;br /&gt;Enchufar mi voluntad&lt;br /&gt;Dividirme en cantidad exponencial&lt;br /&gt;Debo triunfar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mi tiempo se termina,&lt;br /&gt;Y ya me estoy impacientando&lt;br /&gt;Veo los días pasar&lt;br /&gt;Mis chances se están agotando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Un golpe de suerte, ya no puedo esperar&lt;br /&gt;Llego mi momento, el momento de actuar&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que demostrar de lo que estoy hecho&lt;br /&gt;Un nuevo periodo hoy comienza…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-3799801002120068233?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/3799801002120068233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=3799801002120068233' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3799801002120068233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/3799801002120068233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/siento-mi-sonrisa-morir-de-poco-siento.html' title='Grande'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-4250399308551923318</id><published>2008-11-06T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:53:42.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;Cambio de hábitos,&lt;br /&gt;falta de tiempo, de adaptación.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito mimos,&lt;br /&gt;Todavía siento dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me rodea no me apabulla,&lt;br /&gt;Siento una extraña calma&lt;br /&gt;Seguridad infundada,&lt;br /&gt;La tranquilidad de creerme capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El ámbito me alimenta, me empuja&lt;br /&gt;Mi pasado se aleja en una presencia constante,&lt;br /&gt;Un vacío galopante&lt;br /&gt;Alcanza mi alma, ya la llena, solo de a ratos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo de a ratos la llena,&lt;br /&gt;Pero siempre esta a la espera&lt;br /&gt;De que yo mi guardia baje&lt;br /&gt;Y recordarme así, quien yo era..........&lt;br /&gt;16/4/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-4250399308551923318?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/4250399308551923318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=4250399308551923318' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4250399308551923318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/4250399308551923318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/16-cambio-de-hbitos-falta-de-tiempo-de.html' title='Siento'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-6669947077830388496</id><published>2008-11-05T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:37:32.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el viaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;Con la guardia baja,&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a mi guarida&lt;br /&gt;Como todos los días&lt;br /&gt;Sigo buscando la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambiaron mis pretensiones,&lt;br /&gt;Se sumaron obligaciones&lt;br /&gt;Busco cumplir,&lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacer lo correcto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro el camino,&lt;br /&gt;Instruyo mi ser&lt;br /&gt;Busco la felicidad, la paz&lt;br /&gt;En todo momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una meta inalcanzable?&lt;br /&gt;Las situaciones cambian en todo momento&lt;br /&gt;Y lo que ahora como paz yo siento&lt;br /&gt;Puede que mañana me saque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso sigo buscando en el paisaje&lt;br /&gt;Ese momento que me calme&lt;br /&gt;Que me inspiré y me aleje&lt;br /&gt;Que haga valer la pena el viaje.&lt;br /&gt;16/4/03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-6669947077830388496?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/6669947077830388496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=6669947077830388496' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6669947077830388496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/6669947077830388496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/el-viaje.html' title='el viaje'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-8301814587813749283</id><published>2008-11-04T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:41:16.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...leccion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;No voy a enseñarte a vivir&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se como vivir mi propia vida&lt;br /&gt;Me manejo con el día a día&lt;br /&gt;Y a gatas soy feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yo tengo mi propia formula,&lt;br /&gt;No creo que funcione en todos,&lt;br /&gt;Si así lo hiciera, seria un aborto&lt;br /&gt;De esta naturaleza errante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hago fuerza por ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Y no me esmero más de la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;No sea cosa que algún careta&lt;br /&gt;Me joda con su envidia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Trato de manejar mi vida&lt;br /&gt;De pensar en que pienso&lt;br /&gt;De manejar mi conciente&lt;br /&gt;Para no sufrir por lo que no quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;No borro nada por que no puedo&lt;br /&gt;Pero a veces pensar no ayuda&lt;br /&gt;Nublate que sin dudas&lt;br /&gt;A tu cabeza engañaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pero cuidado lo que tomas&lt;br /&gt;Que se te puede hacer costumbre&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí si que no va a haber derrumbe&lt;br /&gt;Que te chupe a esta tierra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Otra cosa, buscate una compañera&lt;br /&gt;Alguien con quien dar pelea&lt;br /&gt;Y sobrellevar los malos ratos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pero una que valga la pena.&lt;br /&gt;No es lo mismo cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;Ya se por que te lo digo&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya baje mi estrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;siempre funciona&lt;br /&gt;Estudiar, laburar; dejar de romper las bolas&lt;br /&gt;Sacarse la careta, y ser responsable&lt;br /&gt;Dejar de ser pendejo, empezar a respetarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Todo cambio duele&lt;br /&gt;Y mas si hay que laburarlo&lt;br /&gt;Pero te digo buscalo&lt;br /&gt;Vas a ver, vale la pena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;3/2/02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-8301814587813749283?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/8301814587813749283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=8301814587813749283' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/8301814587813749283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/8301814587813749283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-voy-ensearte-vivir-yo-no-se-como.html' title='...leccion'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1115025848886345521</id><published>2008-11-03T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:38:28.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dudas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Entras a un bar&lt;br /&gt;Queriendo olvidar el dolor&lt;br /&gt;Repasas la lista nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;No queres quedar solo&lt;br /&gt;No queres llamar a nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Crees que nunca pasara&lt;br /&gt;Te haces el superado&lt;br /&gt;No podes esconder tu dolor&lt;br /&gt;No podes encontrar la explicación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Volves a repasar tus opciones&lt;br /&gt;Pero solo un teléfono te llama&lt;br /&gt;Al resto algo le falta,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que a este le sobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Traición, ingratitud. Miles de razones&lt;br /&gt;Pero ninguna basta&lt;br /&gt;La ventana es la tele&lt;br /&gt;De un programa que no quiero ver&lt;br /&gt;Del que alguna vez fui parte&lt;br /&gt;Pero al que ya renuncie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-1115025848886345521?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1115025848886345521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1115025848886345521' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1115025848886345521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1115025848886345521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/entras-un-bar-queriendo-olvidar-el.html' title='Dudas'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-2495485523865775758</id><published>2008-11-01T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:01:44.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Guardas las manchas en el ropero&lt;br /&gt;Tus armas tienen solo un objetivo&lt;br /&gt;Tu manada te mira con desconfianza&lt;br /&gt;Ni vos sabes que te pasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Cazabas para comer,&lt;br /&gt;Y eras……, creías ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Siempre dejando algo escapar,&lt;br /&gt;Sabias que volverías por más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tardabas lo que comías&lt;br /&gt;Y eras historia,&lt;br /&gt;Todo bien, sin ser muy obvio&lt;br /&gt;Hacías tu negocio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Amagaste un par de veces&lt;br /&gt;A cambiar tu dieta:&lt;br /&gt;Algo más sano, más natural&lt;br /&gt;Pero siempre volvías a lo mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sumabas, sumabas……&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca te empachabas&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tenias suficiente, a descansar un ratito y…. de nuevo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hoy sos distinto, la cosa es distinta;&lt;br /&gt;Te lo probaste&lt;br /&gt;Encontraste un plato especial,&lt;br /&gt;De esos que no te cansan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Seguís siendo goloso,&lt;br /&gt;Y lo queres todo el día&lt;br /&gt;Es un buen signo&lt;br /&gt;Un signo de mejoría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-2495485523865775758?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/2495485523865775758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=2495485523865775758' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2495485523865775758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/2495485523865775758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/animal.html' title='Animal'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-1998612132501873208</id><published>2008-11-01T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:21:59.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Su olor, su presencia, su piel.&lt;br /&gt;El silencio jadeante de su respiración.&lt;br /&gt;La mirada perdida&lt;br /&gt;El acelerado latido del corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Los ojos bien abiertos,&lt;br /&gt;Para no perder detalle&lt;br /&gt;Que alegrara mis oscuridades&lt;br /&gt;Y me custodiara en las noches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Los sentidos alerta&lt;br /&gt;Y en pleno goce&lt;br /&gt;La pregunta de la duda&lt;br /&gt;Y la respuesta de la calma,&lt;br /&gt;La sintonía es la misma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pasan segundos, minutos,&lt;br /&gt;Y sentís que vas a explotar&lt;br /&gt;Hablas, compartís, pedís y das&lt;br /&gt;No queres que termine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;El momento se acerca&lt;br /&gt;Y tu cuerpo pide basta&lt;br /&gt;Vos das un poco más,&lt;br /&gt;Por ella, por los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;El momento es hermoso&lt;br /&gt;Y con nada del pasado se compara,&lt;br /&gt;Te sentís nuevo en algo usual&lt;br /&gt;Satisfecho, después de mucho buscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-1998612132501873208?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/1998612132501873208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=1998612132501873208' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1998612132501873208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/1998612132501873208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/11/sexo.html' title='SEXO'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-7224510758281781005</id><published>2008-10-30T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:15:56.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Volver a ser niño,&lt;br /&gt;ser inocente de inocencia pura,&lt;br /&gt;protegido por una mirada dulce,&lt;br /&gt;sin conocimiento del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Creer con todo,&lt;br /&gt;y amar hasta que duela,&lt;br /&gt;confiar sin miramientos,&lt;br /&gt;no obligarse a nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No saber lo que es la monotonia,&lt;br /&gt;y encontrar todo fascinante,&lt;br /&gt;reir desde el alma,&lt;br /&gt;como si fuera la ultima vez......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Encontrar ese niño&lt;br /&gt;Preguntarle donde fue&lt;br /&gt;Por que ya no somos uno&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando, cuando piensa volver……….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-7224510758281781005?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/7224510758281781005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=7224510758281781005' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7224510758281781005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/374688899432879905/posts/default/7224510758281781005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/2008/10/volver-ser-nio-ser-inocente-de.html' title='Pureza'/><author><name>El Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13396646934002939778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-NYWgdPW1eo/S8rNqo9t2nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXscWMgcIck/S220/pomelo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374688899432879905.post-8214877474567857365</id><published>2008-10-30T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:10:42.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIEDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;El tema se reitera&lt;br /&gt;Me cuesta expresar otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;El amor, la felicidad, la pareja;&lt;br /&gt;La falta de necesidad de ir por otra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no todo es joda,&lt;br /&gt;Y hay cosas que duelen&lt;br /&gt;Cosas que tienen remedio&lt;br /&gt;Y otras que no lo tienen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mente me cambio, dio un giro de 180`&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, un poco menos,&lt;br /&gt;Hay fantasmas que siguen llorando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me creo capaz,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre supe serlo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tengo la fuerza&lt;br /&gt;De transformarlo en hechos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No todo depende de mí&lt;br /&gt;Para cambiar y no sufrir&lt;br /&gt;No todo puedo arreglar&lt;br /&gt;Pero igual quiero, al menos, ayudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser egoísta&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que así,&lt;br /&gt;es más fácil ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;pero mi corazón no lo es&lt;br /&gt;y sufre las lágrimas de otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento posición, y me la banco.&lt;br /&gt;Me decidí a mejorar&lt;br /&gt;A hacer en lugar de llorar&lt;br /&gt;A amar en lugar de culpar.&lt;br /&gt;23/12/02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/374688899432879905-8214877474567857365?l=floreciendovida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreciendovida.blogspot.com/feeds/8214877474567857365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=374688899432879905&amp;postID=8214877474567857365' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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