<?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-1784532085290502027</id><updated>2011-10-28T10:16:01.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORES Y AMORES...</title><subtitle type='html'>El blog de Natacuario.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-5143096517935191437</id><published>2011-08-04T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:16:01.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4I94EWqLlfs/S9sYVfX4tII/AAAAAAAAAds/9M6FpBbGjGI/s1600/Shawshank+7+Opera.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 482px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4I94EWqLlfs/S9sYVfX4tII/AAAAAAAAAds/9M6FpBbGjGI/s1600/Shawshank+7+Opera.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Hasta hoy no tengo idea de qué estaban cantando esas italianas. La verdad ni quiero saberlo. Hay cosas que es mejor no saber. Prefiero pensar que era algo tan hermoso que no puede expresarse en palabras y te hace sufrir por eso mismo. Esas voces se elevaban a una altura y lejanía que nadie osa soñar en un lugar gris. Era como un hermoso pájaro aleteando en nuestra jaula que hizo derretir esos muros. Y por un brevísimo momento todos en la prisión se sintieron libres."&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/1784532085290502027-5143096517935191437?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/5143096517935191437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=5143096517935191437' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/5143096517935191437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/5143096517935191437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4I94EWqLlfs/S9sYVfX4tII/AAAAAAAAAds/9M6FpBbGjGI/s72-c/Shawshank+7+Opera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-3830630405509904757</id><published>2011-07-22T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T11:42:34.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sp6.fotolog.com.br/photo/54/26/66/estrellarenata/1299705023172_f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 334px;" src="http://sp6.fotolog.com.br/photo/54/26/66/estrellarenata/1299705023172_f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;-¿Valió la pena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-No piense más, no piense más. ¿Qué importa? Mi mujer está muerta, su amigo está muerto, Gómez también está muerto... todos muertos, no le de más vueltas. Va a empezar con "si hubiese estado, si no hubiese estado...", va a tener mil pasados y ningún futuro. No piense más, hágame caso. &lt;b&gt;Se va a quedar sólo con recuerdos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&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/1784532085290502027-3830630405509904757?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/3830630405509904757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=3830630405509904757' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/3830630405509904757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/3830630405509904757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2011/07/valio-la-pena-no-piense-mas-no-piense.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-6406838431076425706</id><published>2010-05-17T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:45:53.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos sobran los motivos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MmX8JZRA1Oc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Este adiós, no maquilla un "hasta luego",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;este nunca, no esconde un "ojalá",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;estas cenizas, no juegan con fuego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;este ciego, no mira para atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Este notario firma lo que escribo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;esta letra no la protestaré,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ahórrate el acuse de recibo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;estas vísperas, son las de después.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A este ruido, tan huérfano de padre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no voy a permitirle que taladre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;un corazón, podrido de latir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;este pez ya no muere por tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;este loco se va con otra loca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;estos ojos no lloran más por &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ti&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/1784532085290502027-6406838431076425706?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/6406838431076425706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=6406838431076425706' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/6406838431076425706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/6406838431076425706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2010/05/nos-sobran-los-motivos.html' title='Nos sobran los motivos.'/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MmX8JZRA1Oc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-2996819530801956540</id><published>2010-05-08T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:29:38.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vIzjIIIqk8/TQvFofQXaCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ynJ3CzLgWU0/s1600/bscap0006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vIzjIIIqk8/TQvFofQXaCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ynJ3CzLgWU0/s1600/bscap0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;No one's got it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1784532085290502027-2996819530801956540?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/2996819530801956540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=2996819530801956540' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/2996819530801956540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/2996819530801956540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-ones-got-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2vIzjIIIqk8/TQvFofQXaCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ynJ3CzLgWU0/s72-c/bscap0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-1320353183704361400</id><published>2010-03-06T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:37:22.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXvdW3WS4Q0/TiPdZCe6OtI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2e_GXvLMMU0/s1600/1124402696.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXvdW3WS4Q0/TiPdZCe6OtI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2e_GXvLMMU0/s400/1124402696.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630587381376236242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;uenos tiempos para variar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Mira, la suerte que he tenido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Haría que un hombre bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Se volviera malo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Así que por favor, por favor, por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Déjame, déjame, déjame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Conseguir lo que quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Sin haber tenido un sueño en muchísimo tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Mira, la vida que he tenido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Haría a un hombre bueno malo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Así que por una vez en mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; Déjame conseguir lo que quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; El Señor sabe que sería la primera vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt; El Señor sabe que sería la primera vez .-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1784532085290502027-1320353183704361400?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/1320353183704361400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=1320353183704361400' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/1320353183704361400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/1320353183704361400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2010/03/buenos-tiempos-para-variar-mira-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YXvdW3WS4Q0/TiPdZCe6OtI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2e_GXvLMMU0/s72-c/1124402696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-4116359487465916552</id><published>2009-11-28T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:31:24.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEy0iPRZY7E/TiPes7Uj6kI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NTDdP7YOt-g/s1600/Maria%2BAntonieta%2B4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEy0iPRZY7E/TiPes7Uj6kI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NTDdP7YOt-g/s400/Maria%2BAntonieta%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630588822562794050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stoy buscando una palabra&lt;br /&gt;En el umbral de tu misterio&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera Alí Babá&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera el mítico Simbad&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera un poderoso sortilegio&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera encantador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Estoy buscando una escafandra&lt;br /&gt;Al pie del mar de los delirios&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera Jacques Cousteau&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera Nemo el capitán&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera el batiscafo de tu abismo&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera explorador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Corazón, corazón obscuro&lt;br /&gt;Corazón, corazón con muros&lt;br /&gt;Corazón que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Corazón que está dónde, corazón&lt;br /&gt;Corazón en fuga, herido de dudas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Estoy buscando melodías&lt;br /&gt;Para tener como llamarte&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera ruiseñor&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera Lennon y McCartney,&lt;br /&gt;Sindo Garay, Violeta, chico buarque,&lt;br /&gt;Quién fuera tu trovador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Corazón, corazón obscuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;  Corazón, corazón con muros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;  Corazón que esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;  Corazón que está donde, corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;  Corazón en fuga, herido de dudas de amor .-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1784532085290502027-4116359487465916552?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/4116359487465916552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=4116359487465916552' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/4116359487465916552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/4116359487465916552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-stoy-buscando-una-palabra-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jEy0iPRZY7E/TiPes7Uj6kI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NTDdP7YOt-g/s72-c/Maria%2BAntonieta%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-3322329282706547611</id><published>2008-12-05T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:26:57.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://storage.canalblog.com/12/52/550334/37287176.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 336px;" src="http://storage.canalblog.com/12/52/550334/37287176.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;lla espera borracha en un coche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;desnuda, verano y de noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;hermosa, con esa belleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;exclusiva de los malos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;La gente se acerca a tocarla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;odiarla y así­ disfrutarla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;por reina y por condenable, apartable, despreciable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Yo te quiero acariciar y protegerte de esta noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;ven niñita que los buenos y los santos son tan crueles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;La gente que duerme en las noches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;la condena y le otorga perdones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;yo no sé porque no me fio de los juicios de los buenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Yo te quiero acariciar y protegerte de esta noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;ven niñita que los buenos y los santos son tan crueles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Ella espera borracha en un coche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;desnuda, verano y de noche .-&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/1784532085290502027-3322329282706547611?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/3322329282706547611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=3322329282706547611' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/3322329282706547611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/3322329282706547611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2008/12/ella-espera-borracha-en-un-coche.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-5514357810863100698</id><published>2008-04-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:36:05.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xTuwu6Cpco/TiPe_cPsnwI/AAAAAAAAAls/lVrBr3mg4MA/s1600/tumblr_lmkt2742I11qztc63o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xTuwu6Cpco/TiPe_cPsnwI/AAAAAAAAAls/lVrBr3mg4MA/s400/tumblr_lmkt2742I11qztc63o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630589140638408450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhU5Vy7rLG0/SAzz__-EkWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Jw7MzSlSQGQ/s1600-h/Nubes.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;mpty spaces, what are we living for?&lt;br /&gt;abandoned places, i guess we know the score&lt;br /&gt;on and on, does anybody know what we are looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hero, another mindless crime&lt;br /&gt;behind the curtain, in the pantomime&lt;br /&gt;hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;the show must go on&lt;br /&gt;inside my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;my make-up may be flaking&lt;br /&gt;but my smile still stays on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, i'll leave it all to chance&lt;br /&gt;another heartache, another failed romance&lt;br /&gt;on and on, does anybody know what we are living for?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm learning, i must be warmer now&lt;br /&gt;i'll soon be turning, round the corner now&lt;br /&gt;outside the dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;but inside in the dark i'm aching to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The show must go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;the show must go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;inside my heart is breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;my make-up may be flaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;but my smile still stays on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i can fly, my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The show must go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;the show must go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i'll face it with a grin, i'm never giving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;on with the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll top the bill, i'll overkill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have to find the will to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;on with the, on with the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;the show must go on .-&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/1784532085290502027-5514357810863100698?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/5514357810863100698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=5514357810863100698' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/5514357810863100698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/5514357810863100698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-mpty-spaces-what-are-we-living-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7xTuwu6Cpco/TiPe_cPsnwI/AAAAAAAAAls/lVrBr3mg4MA/s72-c/tumblr_lmkt2742I11qztc63o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-6255091046404313926</id><published>2008-04-14T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:35:48.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NH6MjtugTM/TiPfapsfPPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eMyzOKiI6Bg/s1600/164790_virgin_suicides2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NH6MjtugTM/TiPfapsfPPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eMyzOKiI6Bg/s400/164790_virgin_suicides2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630589608105295090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;onger than there've been fishes in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;higher than any bird ever flew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;longer than there've been stars up in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i've been in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stronger than any mountain cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;truer than any tree ever grew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;deeper than any forest primeval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i am in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll bring fires in the winters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;you'll send showers in the springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;we'll fly through the falls and summers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;with love on our wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Through the years as the fire starts to mellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;burning lines in the book of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;though the binding cracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and the pages start to yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i'll be in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i'll be in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;higher than any bird ever flew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;longer than there've been stars up in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i've been in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i am in love with you .-&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/1784532085290502027-6255091046404313926?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/6255091046404313926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=6255091046404313926' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/6255091046404313926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/6255091046404313926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2008/04/l-onger-than-thereve-been-fishes-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NH6MjtugTM/TiPfapsfPPI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eMyzOKiI6Bg/s72-c/164790_virgin_suicides2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-1881254646406019995</id><published>2008-03-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:32:07.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPpBvUxpTJ8/TiPfl2yT4FI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JdDa1b7UbLw/s1600/paris1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPpBvUxpTJ8/TiPfl2yT4FI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JdDa1b7UbLw/s400/paris1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630589800597938258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;i estás entre volver y no volver&lt;br /&gt;si ya metiste demasiado en tu nariz&lt;br /&gt;si estás como cegado de poder&lt;br /&gt;tira tu cable a tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si tu corazón ya no da más&lt;br /&gt;si ya no existe conexión con los demás&lt;br /&gt;si estás igual que un barco en altamar&lt;br /&gt;tira tu cable a tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo estoy acercándome hasta vos&lt;br /&gt;bajo la luna, bajo la luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas son así&lt;br /&gt;tengo el teléfono del freak&lt;br /&gt;que está deseoso de volarte la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un par de minutos sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;si ya no hay nada que anestesie tu dolor&lt;br /&gt;si no llegas, si no alcanzas a verme&lt;br /&gt;tira tu cable a tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creas que perdió sentido todo&lt;br /&gt;no dificultes la llegada del amor&lt;br /&gt;no hables de más, escucha al corazón&lt;br /&gt;ese es el cable a tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo estoy acercándome hasta vos&lt;br /&gt;bajo la luna, bajo la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;Las cosas son así&lt;br /&gt;tengo el teléfono del freak&lt;br /&gt;que está deseoso de volarte la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si estás entre volver y no volver&lt;br /&gt;si ya metiste demasiado en tu nariz&lt;br /&gt;si estás como cegado de poder&lt;br /&gt;tira tu cable a tierra .-&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/1784532085290502027-1881254646406019995?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/1881254646406019995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=1881254646406019995' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/1881254646406019995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/1881254646406019995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2008/03/s-i-ests-entre-volver-y-no-volver-si-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPpBvUxpTJ8/TiPfl2yT4FI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JdDa1b7UbLw/s72-c/paris1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-1811963015807042256</id><published>2008-03-11T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:35:02.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZU_FQfJjMA/TQnF1FHGY3I/AAAAAAAAAew/S2d1qgQspiM/s1600/salvador_dali_gallery_the_rose.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 405px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZU_FQfJjMA/TQnF1FHGY3I/AAAAAAAAAew/S2d1qgQspiM/s1600/salvador_dali_gallery_the_rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;alí se desdibuja, tirita su burbuja&lt;br /&gt;al desconfiar latidos&lt;br /&gt;Dalí se decolora, porque esta lavadora&lt;br /&gt;no distingue tejidos&lt;br /&gt;él se da cuenta y asustado se lamenta&lt;br /&gt;los genios no deben morir&lt;br /&gt;son mas de ochenta los que curvan tu osamenta&lt;br /&gt;"Eungenio" Salvador Dalí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigote rocococo, de donde acaba el genio&lt;br /&gt;a donde empieza el loco&lt;br /&gt;mirada deslumbrada, de donde acaba el loco&lt;br /&gt;a donde empieza el hada&lt;br /&gt;en tu cabeza se comprime la belleza&lt;br /&gt;como si fuese una olla express&lt;br /&gt;y es el vapor que va saliendo por la pesa&lt;br /&gt;mágica luz en cadaques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te reencarnas en cosa&lt;br /&gt;hazlo en lápiz o en pincel&lt;br /&gt;y Gala de piel sedosa&lt;br /&gt;que lo haga en lienzo o en papel&lt;br /&gt;si te reencarnas en carne&lt;br /&gt;vuelve a reencarnarte en ti&lt;br /&gt;que andamos justos de genios&lt;br /&gt;"Eungenio" Salvador Dalí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realista y surrealista, con luz de impresionista&lt;br /&gt;y trazo impresionante&lt;br /&gt;delirio colorista, colirio y oculista&lt;br /&gt;de ojos delirantes&lt;br /&gt;en tu paleta mezclas místicos ascetas&lt;br /&gt;con ballonetas y con tetas&lt;br /&gt;y en tu cerebro Gala Dios y las pesetas&lt;br /&gt;buen catalán anacoreta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te reencarnas en cosa&lt;br /&gt;hazlo en lápiz o en pincel&lt;br /&gt;y Gala de piel sedosa&lt;br /&gt;que lo haga en lienzo o en papel&lt;br /&gt;si te reencarnas en carne&lt;br /&gt;vuelve a reencarnarte en ti&lt;br /&gt;que andamos juntos de genios&lt;br /&gt;queremos que estés aquí&lt;br /&gt;"Eungenio" Salvador Dalí .-&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/1784532085290502027-1811963015807042256?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/1811963015807042256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=1811963015807042256' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/1811963015807042256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/1811963015807042256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-al-se-desdibuja-tirita-su-burbuja-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZU_FQfJjMA/TQnF1FHGY3I/AAAAAAAAAew/S2d1qgQspiM/s72-c/salvador_dali_gallery_the_rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-7157469420658889469</id><published>2008-02-29T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:32:38.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nw52RkBlSjI/TiPgH9JKyvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hl4GOre7e8I/s1600/tumblr_kytvqsVCRM1qzdll0o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nw52RkBlSjI/TiPgH9JKyvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hl4GOre7e8I/s400/tumblr_kytvqsVCRM1qzdll0o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630590386419976946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;omo cada atardecer Shaadi se deja ver&lt;br /&gt;tejiendo con sueños la marea&lt;br /&gt;sueña que vendrá del mar un amor de carne y sal&lt;br /&gt;con besos de héroe de leyenda&lt;br /&gt;y canta, canta...&lt;br /&gt;le imagina cálido y radiante como luz&lt;br /&gt;susurrándole al oído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaadi, Shaddi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se va el tiempo sin sentir y su alma de delfin&lt;br /&gt;aún sigue soñando al tierno amante&lt;br /&gt;llena de algas su razón le da un vuelco el corazón&lt;br /&gt;al ver un resplandor distante&lt;br /&gt;y canta, canta...&lt;br /&gt;y esa noche se sumerge en busca de esa luz&lt;br /&gt;que la llama dulcemente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaadi, Shaadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie sabe que el rey de las mareas la vistió&lt;br /&gt;de arrecife y madre perla&lt;br /&gt;y ahora sueña flotando sobre un lecho de coral&lt;br /&gt;como sueñan las sirenas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaadi, Shaadi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1784532085290502027-7157469420658889469?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/7157469420658889469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=7157469420658889469' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/7157469420658889469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/7157469420658889469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2008/02/c-omo-cada-atardecer-shaadi-se-deja.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nw52RkBlSjI/TiPgH9JKyvI/AAAAAAAAAmM/hl4GOre7e8I/s72-c/tumblr_kytvqsVCRM1qzdll0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1784532085290502027.post-8795276770411490692</id><published>2008-02-04T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T09:32:44.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ET3GxUz32dg/TiPgQ6h9dFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/06Vb74hclMw/s1600/Big%2Bfish.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ET3GxUz32dg/TiPgQ6h9dFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/06Vb74hclMw/s400/Big%2Bfish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630590540337476690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;l tibio amparo de la 214&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;se desnudaba mi canción de amor&lt;br /&gt;llegaba el día indiscreto y torpe&lt;br /&gt;y la belleza nos hacía más pobres&lt;br /&gt;más esclavos de la ronda del reloj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así pasaron los momentos locos&lt;br /&gt;así pasaba la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;huyendo siempre de mirada de otros&lt;br /&gt;entretejiendo un universo loco&lt;br /&gt;de caricias dudas y complicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma de mí todo, bébetelo bien&lt;br /&gt;hay que ayunar al filo del amanecer&lt;br /&gt;toma de mí todo, y todavía más&lt;br /&gt;hay que esperar un largo no de claridad&lt;br /&gt;toma de mi todo cuanto pueda ser&lt;br /&gt;el sol no da de beber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A los tristes amores mal nacidos&lt;br /&gt;y condenados por su rebelión&lt;br /&gt;daré algún día mi canción de amigo&lt;br /&gt;y fundiré mi vino con su vino&lt;br /&gt;sin perder el sueño por la excomunión&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a quién me quiera incinerar los versos&lt;br /&gt;argumentando un folio inmemorial&lt;br /&gt;le haré la historia de este sol adverso&lt;br /&gt;que va llorando por el universo&lt;br /&gt;esperando el día que podrá alumbrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toma de mí todo, bébetelo bien&lt;br /&gt;hay que ayunar al filo del amanecer&lt;br /&gt;toma de mí todo, y todavía más&lt;br /&gt;hay que esperar un largo no de claridad&lt;br /&gt;toma de mi todo cuanto pueda ser&lt;br /&gt;el sol no da de beber .-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1784532085290502027-8795276770411490692?l=floresyamores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/feeds/8795276770411490692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1784532085290502027&amp;postID=8795276770411490692' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/8795276770411490692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1784532085290502027/posts/default/8795276770411490692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floresyamores.blogspot.com/2008/02/los-tristes-amores-mal-nacidos-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06204305542684335137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4zOqrff_ddg/TiPatr99VfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ff4FTit2-HM/s220/wouldyoueraseme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ET3GxUz32dg/TiPgQ6h9dFI/AAAAAAAAAmU/06Vb74hclMw/s72-c/Big%2Bfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
