<?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-4571267730585504350</id><updated>2012-01-16T19:17:04.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>primera estrella de la noche</title><subtitle type='html'>En mi mundo imaginario
soy pintora de estrellas
la luz de ellas aparece cuando duermo
y desaperece cuando despierto
en mi mundo real</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-2654434368662204471</id><published>2010-08-04T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:32:12.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decepción</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/TFn4Z-DSCNI/AAAAAAAAADg/d7YoLAC9tXE/s1600/decepcion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/TFn4Z-DSCNI/AAAAAAAAADg/d7YoLAC9tXE/s320/decepcion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501701544846952658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hizo tanta falta&lt;br /&gt;y ahora quiere volver&lt;br /&gt;hizo tanto daño&lt;br /&gt;y ahora se arrepiente&lt;br /&gt;causó tantas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;y ahora es el que llora&lt;br /&gt;humilló tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;y ahora se arrodilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ruego por el perdón&lt;br /&gt;Un ruego por el olvido&lt;br /&gt;Se marcha con un último verso&lt;br /&gt;Se marcha con un triste recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolver el tiempo, &lt;br /&gt;se puede hacer&lt;br /&gt;Cambiar lo ocurrido,&lt;br /&gt;imposible&lt;br /&gt;Conformate con saber, &lt;br /&gt;que este odio es inmortal&lt;br /&gt;y que en mi mundo&lt;br /&gt;ya no estarás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-2654434368662204471?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/2654434368662204471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/TFn4Z-DSCNI/AAAAAAAAADg/d7YoLAC9tXE/s72-c/decepcion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-2447075158083734474</id><published>2010-04-04T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:42:26.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S7j5qAZNorI/AAAAAAAAADY/738G2alaN2o/s1600/el+grito.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S7j5qAZNorI/AAAAAAAAADY/738G2alaN2o/s320/el+grito.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456385448614929074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo mi hermosa fantasía&lt;br /&gt;o al menos trato de vivirla,&lt;br /&gt;depronto me suspendo&lt;br /&gt;comienza el grito&lt;br /&gt;las palabras me acosan&lt;br /&gt;lo único en que pienso es en desaparecer lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;aunque el crea otra cosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trato de resistir las lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;no quiero que aparezcan,&lt;br /&gt;los insultos me golpean,&lt;br /&gt;cuando sale del cuarto comienzo a caer&lt;br /&gt;mi cara se llena de gotas &lt;br /&gt;de dolor,&lt;br /&gt;de rencor,&lt;br /&gt;solo tengo gana de decir que no es mi padre&lt;br /&gt;pero la voz no sale&lt;br /&gt;el vacío termina&lt;br /&gt;y comienzo a ahogarme en las horrible aguas del recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrocedo una semana&lt;br /&gt;cuando los conejos brincaban a mi alrededor&lt;br /&gt;cada uno con una dulce melodía &lt;br /&gt;que a pesar de ser una adicta a la maquina&lt;br /&gt;el paisaje me parecía inigualable&lt;br /&gt;y hermoso por ser natural,&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo el jardín de rosas que me rodiaba&lt;br /&gt;oh! esas rosas,&lt;br /&gt;tan rojas como la sangre&lt;br /&gt;tan puras como el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comienza la semana&lt;br /&gt;todo mi mundo soñado desaparece&lt;br /&gt;el grito nace, &lt;br /&gt;no quiere morir&lt;br /&gt;solo se detiene por tiempos,&lt;br /&gt;la tecnología era lo único que me hacia desaparecer de la realidad,&lt;br /&gt;pero luego,&lt;br /&gt;ya no estaba&lt;br /&gt;el grito se la llevó,&lt;br /&gt;soy lo suficiente orgullosa &lt;br /&gt;como para no pedirle que me regrese lo que me quitó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una semana,&lt;br /&gt;en la que solo quiero estar en las cuatro paredes&lt;br /&gt;a las que llamo "mi habitación",&lt;br /&gt;me veo en ese momento&lt;br /&gt;con un libro en la mano&lt;br /&gt;un libro que me lleva a una vida diferente&lt;br /&gt;entro a esas páginas manchadas con tinta que forman letras,&lt;br /&gt;al principio era solo deber&lt;br /&gt;por un trabajo de literatura que me volvia loca&lt;br /&gt;pensé que nunca lo lograría,&lt;br /&gt;pero se convirtió en la mejor sensación que he tenido en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;bueno,ahora que lo pienso &lt;br /&gt;ya la había tenido antes&lt;br /&gt;ya que no es el primer libro que leo&lt;br /&gt;aunque para mí &lt;br /&gt;fue hace siglos,&lt;br /&gt;lo terminé&lt;br /&gt;y mi cabeza se llenó de ideas&lt;br /&gt;de hermosos versos,&lt;br /&gt;de felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;mis sentimientos no reflejaban tristeza&lt;br /&gt;toda una ilusión &lt;br /&gt;porque luego se esfumó&lt;br /&gt;deví predecir lo que seguía al siguiente día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora estoy aquí &lt;br /&gt;esperando que el grito no se levante&lt;br /&gt;esperando la calma que llega de viaje,&lt;br /&gt;con un saco gracias al frío&lt;br /&gt;y un lapicero en mi mano &lt;br /&gt;que ayuda a expresar lo que siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un llamado a mi superior&lt;br /&gt;no quiero depender más del grito&lt;br /&gt;quiero que deje de decidir por mi,&lt;br /&gt;que me deje ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;quiero viajar y no regresar,&lt;br /&gt;soñar y no despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todo esto,&lt;br /&gt;solo una pregunta&lt;br /&gt;¿cuándo seré libre?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-2447075158083734474?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/2447075158083734474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=2447075158083734474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/2447075158083734474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/2447075158083734474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-grito.html' title='El grito'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S7j5qAZNorI/AAAAAAAAADY/738G2alaN2o/s72-c/el+grito.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-4085410728971872588</id><published>2010-03-09T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:32:59.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S5cS2dID5jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rOChglUWBAA/s1600-h/estres.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S5cS2dID5jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rOChglUWBAA/s320/estres.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446843001068578354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se dan cuenta lo fastidiosos que son?&lt;br /&gt;no se dan cuenta que la verdad no me importa lo que digan?&lt;br /&gt;escucho a uno &lt;br /&gt;luego a otro &lt;br /&gt;pero en realidad no entiendo lo que dicen&lt;br /&gt;o simplemente no quiero entender&lt;br /&gt;empezó la musica&lt;br /&gt;vivo mi realidad perfecta&lt;br /&gt;vuelo&lt;br /&gt;no hay nadie a mi alrededor&lt;br /&gt;pero no me siento sola&lt;br /&gt;me siento feliz&lt;br /&gt;los conejos rien&lt;br /&gt;los cocodrilos lloran&lt;br /&gt;el piso es algodón de azucar&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco se va acabando&lt;br /&gt;se acabó&lt;br /&gt;ahora caigo lentamente&lt;br /&gt;como una pluma&lt;br /&gt;aun no llega el fin de este recorrido&lt;br /&gt;aun no llego al suelo&lt;br /&gt;ya lo veo &lt;br /&gt;ya casi llego&lt;br /&gt;un grito, de nuevo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-4085410728971872588?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/4085410728971872588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=4085410728971872588&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/4085410728971872588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/4085410728971872588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2010/03/estres.html' title='Estres'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S5cS2dID5jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rOChglUWBAA/s72-c/estres.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-3007021439594378592</id><published>2010-03-09T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:16:27.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTOY AQUI, CONTIGO, NO TEMAS, ESTOY AQUI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S5cO8v6M81I/AAAAAAAAADI/klhRQw7XS3I/s1600-h/muerte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S5cO8v6M81I/AAAAAAAAADI/klhRQw7XS3I/s320/muerte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446838711143428946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy aqui, contigo&lt;br /&gt;no temas, estoy aqui&lt;br /&gt;sigue mi voz&lt;br /&gt;no mires atras&lt;br /&gt;grita, aunque no te escuchen&lt;br /&gt;llora, igual nadie te mira&lt;br /&gt;sujeta mi mano&lt;br /&gt;no la sueltes&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes sola&lt;br /&gt;no te rindas&lt;br /&gt;lucha por ganarle&lt;br /&gt;el no puede decidir por ti&lt;br /&gt;tu estaras cuando quieras&lt;br /&gt;y cuando no....&lt;br /&gt;abre los ojos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S5cO8v6M81I/AAAAAAAAADI/klhRQw7XS3I/s72-c/muerte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-3949232274555751828</id><published>2010-01-20T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:37:46.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aún recuerdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S1fL7DBQVTI/AAAAAAAAADA/HT2zUniy7W4/s1600-h/padre+e+hija.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S1fL7DBQVTI/AAAAAAAAADA/HT2zUniy7W4/s320/padre+e+hija.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429032091101713714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primer año, feliz cumpleaños&lt;br /&gt;Segundo año, feliz navidad&lt;br /&gt;Tercer año, que lindo verte&lt;br /&gt;Cuarto año, nos vemos mañana&lt;br /&gt;Quinto año, no estoy en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Sexto año, no estoy en el país&lt;br /&gt;Séptimo año, te llamo luego&lt;br /&gt;Octavo año...&lt;br /&gt;Noveno...&lt;br /&gt;Decimo...&lt;br /&gt;Once...&lt;br /&gt;Doce...&lt;br /&gt;Trece...&lt;br /&gt;Él no quiere estar en mi mundo&lt;br /&gt;tampoco en el de él&lt;br /&gt;por eso se escapa en temporadas&lt;br /&gt;él no es un cobarde inútil&lt;br /&gt;solo un ser especial&lt;br /&gt;Tú lo entiendes?&lt;br /&gt;Para mi no es necesario que lo hagas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: dedicatoria a "el"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-3949232274555751828?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/3949232274555751828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=3949232274555751828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/3949232274555751828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/3949232274555751828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2010/01/aun-recuerdo.html' title='Aún recuerdo'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S1fL7DBQVTI/AAAAAAAAADA/HT2zUniy7W4/s72-c/padre+e+hija.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-1575111655994925847</id><published>2010-01-20T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:21:13.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi inconsciente y yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S1fIIqfT3QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/i27C07hKnXM/s1600-h/gotica002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S1fIIqfT3QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/i27C07hKnXM/s320/gotica002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429027926988545282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ellos no me necesitan&lt;br /&gt;- Si te necesitan y mucho&lt;br /&gt;- Ellos no me quieren&lt;br /&gt;- Mas que cualquier persona&lt;br /&gt;- Desearia no estar viva&lt;br /&gt;- No digas algo sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;- Quiero ser parte de los otros&lt;br /&gt;- Los otros no existen&lt;br /&gt;- Sin sonrisas hipócritas&lt;br /&gt;- Tu sonrisa refleja alegría&lt;br /&gt;- No puedo seguir con esta farsa&lt;br /&gt;- La farsa mas real&lt;br /&gt;- Quiero escapar&lt;br /&gt;- Una prueba de cobardía&lt;br /&gt;- Es mi destino&lt;br /&gt;- El destino no es verdad&lt;br /&gt;- Alguien me llama&lt;br /&gt;- Por fin despiertas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-1575111655994925847?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/1575111655994925847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=1575111655994925847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/1575111655994925847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/1575111655994925847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2010/01/mi-inconsciente-y-yo.html' title='Mi inconsciente y yo'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/S1fIIqfT3QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/i27C07hKnXM/s72-c/gotica002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-8151705519520338246</id><published>2009-12-11T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:03:31.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rencor, dolor y un adios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SyMY99RqMvI/AAAAAAAAACw/TZ-xWHLRo9o/s1600-h/rencor,+dolor+y+un+adios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SyMY99RqMvI/AAAAAAAAACw/TZ-xWHLRo9o/s320/rencor,+dolor+y+un+adios.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414198629729186546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese fue..&lt;br /&gt;ese fue el final de todo&lt;br /&gt;palabras que fueron repentinas&lt;br /&gt;pero que luego se esfumaron&lt;br /&gt;solo quedo de ellas el rencor con el que salieron&lt;br /&gt;pero eso era suficiente&lt;br /&gt;las palabras no pararon&lt;br /&gt;siguieron hasta querer herir mas&lt;br /&gt;siguieron a pesar de que sabian que no debian&lt;br /&gt;pero sabian que podian&lt;br /&gt;no tenian la intencion de parar&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo quedo en silencio&lt;br /&gt;nada se dijo&lt;br /&gt;lo que les impidio seguir saliendo..&lt;br /&gt;un fuerte sonido que retumbaba los oidos&lt;br /&gt;un dolor insoportable que cada vez era mas fuerte&lt;br /&gt;una ultima lagrima de cristal&lt;br /&gt;un sueño del que no se iba a despertar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-8151705519520338246?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/8151705519520338246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=8151705519520338246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/8151705519520338246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/8151705519520338246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2009/12/rencor-dolor-y-un-adios.html' title='rencor, dolor y un adios.'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SyMY99RqMvI/AAAAAAAAACw/TZ-xWHLRo9o/s72-c/rencor,+dolor+y+un+adios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-117704136166957500</id><published>2009-12-01T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:06:05.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajo efecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SxTpQP2eNsI/AAAAAAAAACo/afe9lNlXC6c/s1600/bajo+efecto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SxTpQP2eNsI/AAAAAAAAACo/afe9lNlXC6c/s320/bajo+efecto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410205517720991426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una realidad de irrealidades&lt;br /&gt;es un sueño consciente&lt;br /&gt;es un arcoiris en blanco y negro&lt;br /&gt;es una tristeza tapada por una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al principio no lo encuentro&lt;br /&gt;solo veo cantidades de gente&lt;br /&gt;nadie me nota&lt;br /&gt;soy una extraña para ellos&lt;br /&gt;solo desean que desaparezca&lt;br /&gt;no me lo dicen&lt;br /&gt;no me lo escriben&lt;br /&gt;ni me miran al pasar&lt;br /&gt;pero lo siento &lt;br /&gt;en el vacio de mi interior&lt;br /&gt;lo siento en lo irracional de sus actos&lt;br /&gt;en la prisa de sus vidas&lt;br /&gt;quieren llegar a ese donde&lt;br /&gt;nunca lo mencionan pero tienen que llegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luego de unas horas&lt;br /&gt;me siento mas feliz&lt;br /&gt;desaparecieron los carros a toda velocidad&lt;br /&gt;ya nadie quiere llegar al donde&lt;br /&gt;ahora solo quieren estar al aqui&lt;br /&gt;donde yo estoy &lt;br /&gt;nadie me habla&lt;br /&gt;nadie me abraza&lt;br /&gt;yo no conozco a nadie&lt;br /&gt;pero ellos si me conocen&lt;br /&gt;ellos me quieren&lt;br /&gt;lo siento en el reloj &lt;br /&gt;que cada vez es mas lento y paciente&lt;br /&gt;lo siento en las miradas discretas hacia mi&lt;br /&gt;esas miradas&lt;br /&gt;es una sensacion inexplicable&lt;br /&gt;es un te quiero fuera de este mundo&lt;br /&gt;porque este si es el lugar al que pertenezco&lt;br /&gt;el que merezco&lt;br /&gt;este es mi mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-117704136166957500?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/117704136166957500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=117704136166957500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/117704136166957500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/117704136166957500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2009/12/bajo-efecto.html' title='Bajo efecto'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SxTpQP2eNsI/AAAAAAAAACo/afe9lNlXC6c/s72-c/bajo+efecto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-7675629488382746447</id><published>2009-10-05T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:04:40.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mente criminal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SsqkODMUn9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Cfb4yom0zlc/s1600-h/sentimientos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SsqkODMUn9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Cfb4yom0zlc/s320/sentimientos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389300465384333266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El rencor es mi fuerza&lt;br /&gt;el perdon mi enemigo&lt;br /&gt;el recuerdo mi argumento&lt;br /&gt;la seduccion mi arma &lt;br /&gt;y tú mi objetivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te encantas por mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;tu meta son mis labios&lt;br /&gt;soy tu tentacion&lt;br /&gt;luego un adios&lt;br /&gt;por tu perdicion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-7675629488382746447?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/7675629488382746447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=7675629488382746447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/7675629488382746447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/7675629488382746447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2009/10/mente-ciminal.html' title='Mente criminal'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SsqkODMUn9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Cfb4yom0zlc/s72-c/sentimientos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-8760211826325613096</id><published>2009-10-04T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:24:19.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentro de mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Ssl0HEcDDTI/AAAAAAAAACA/q8Mbx7KBcHs/s1600-h/NOVELA_GOTICA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Ssl0HEcDDTI/AAAAAAAAACA/q8Mbx7KBcHs/s320/NOVELA_GOTICA2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388966093924797746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento un vacio en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;sera por ti?&lt;br /&gt;o solo es una ilusion inexplicable,&lt;br /&gt;que refleja un sentimineto invisible&lt;br /&gt;sobre la ignorancia de mi dolor,&lt;br /&gt;el silencio de mi ingenuidad,&lt;br /&gt;y la verguenza de mi inocencia&lt;br /&gt;que al final muestra la realidad excesiva en la que vivo&lt;br /&gt;y las puertas cerradas con una llave perdida&lt;br /&gt;que me impiden salir de lo mas oscuro de mi interior,&lt;br /&gt;ayudame a librame de la cadena que me mantiene inmovil&lt;br /&gt;en el secreto de mi amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-8760211826325613096?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/8760211826325613096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=8760211826325613096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/8760211826325613096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/8760211826325613096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2009/10/dentro-de-mi.html' title='Dentro de mi'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Ssl0HEcDDTI/AAAAAAAAACA/q8Mbx7KBcHs/s72-c/NOVELA_GOTICA2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-7770934911263037483</id><published>2009-10-04T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:10:24.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu ruego en mi suplica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SsljlgQhCBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/77o84JqbczE/s1600-h/goticas23qg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SsljlgQhCBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/77o84JqbczE/s320/goticas23qg5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388947925091026962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te pido que me perdones&lt;br /&gt;no te pido que me entiendas&lt;br /&gt;no te pido que me vuelvas a querer como antes&lt;br /&gt;no te pido corazones, ni peluches&lt;br /&gt;solo quiero que entiendas como se escucha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te llenes de rencores ni dolores&lt;br /&gt;piensa en mi sin caminos de sufrimientos&lt;br /&gt;olvida los sucesos con puntos suspensivos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco el amigo real que hay en ti&lt;br /&gt;busco tu pasado bonito&lt;br /&gt;no un fantasma enemigo&lt;br /&gt;con triste futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor es un arbol frondoso&lt;br /&gt;no dura su belleza&lt;br /&gt;quiero lealtad infinita&lt;br /&gt;no deseo tu llanto ni tu rabia&lt;br /&gt;solo que aprietes fuertemente mi mano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-7770934911263037483?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/7770934911263037483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/SsljlgQhCBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/77o84JqbczE/s72-c/goticas23qg5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-5957092928754214840</id><published>2009-09-26T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:23:52.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una mirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sr6wgzFYhyI/AAAAAAAAABw/BhZOeVkvCps/s1600-h/Nueva+imagen.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sr6wgzFYhyI/AAAAAAAAABw/BhZOeVkvCps/s320/Nueva+imagen.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385936281896781602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Años de oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;sin ver la realidad&lt;br /&gt;tormentas afuera&lt;br /&gt;llanto por dentro&lt;br /&gt;y un solo sueño&lt;br /&gt;LA LIBERTAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-5957092928754214840?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/5957092928754214840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=5957092928754214840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/5957092928754214840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/5957092928754214840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2009/09/una-mirada.html' title='Una mirada'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sr6wgzFYhyI/AAAAAAAAABw/BhZOeVkvCps/s72-c/Nueva+imagen.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-2183826703681831698</id><published>2009-09-25T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:00:29.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin fin de sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srz3Ijo-CjI/AAAAAAAAABg/dL9eKoInfQQ/s1600-h/006_favole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srz3Ijo-CjI/AAAAAAAAABg/dL9eKoInfQQ/s320/006_favole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385450980806363698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música que con tus suaves melodías,&lt;br /&gt;acaricias mi rostro,&lt;br /&gt;ve y ayuda al orador&lt;br /&gt;que necesita de tí&lt;br /&gt;para volver a nacer&lt;br /&gt;escapar de la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;y revivir el sueño de eternidad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-2183826703681831698?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srz3Ijo-CjI/AAAAAAAAABg/dL9eKoInfQQ/s72-c/006_favole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-7917566780919128821</id><published>2009-09-23T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:29:33.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vagancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru6gaZ-xoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1M-njYXMSiM/s1600-h/brujas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru6gaZ-xoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1M-njYXMSiM/s320/brujas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385102845458433666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mas aburrido escuchar una clase,que estar sola y desolada, rodeada por cuatro paredes. Igual la vagancia es otro tema de revolución, y un cupo mas al cielo que tiene un letrero en la puerta de entrada que dice: "si te gusta el estudio no pierdas mas el tiempo y vé con los tuyos al infierno".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-7917566780919128821?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/7917566780919128821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=7917566780919128821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/7917566780919128821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/7917566780919128821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-vagancia.html' title='La vagancia'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru6gaZ-xoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1M-njYXMSiM/s72-c/brujas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-8120406565510832521</id><published>2009-09-23T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:28:38.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin amor es mejor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru6RpHTBHI/AAAAAAAAABI/7zvX8aRLL1Q/s1600-h/758920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru6RpHTBHI/AAAAAAAAABI/7zvX8aRLL1Q/s320/758920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385102591708562546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corazón escuchame a mi&lt;br /&gt;no me quiero enamorar&lt;br /&gt;no quiero sufrir&lt;br /&gt;no me hagas sentir amor&lt;br /&gt;no me hagas sentir dolor&lt;br /&gt;dejame querer con la mente&lt;br /&gt;no contigo corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amame a mi y nadie mas&lt;br /&gt;sé mi sumiso&lt;br /&gt;no mi amo&lt;br /&gt;y ya verás que todo estará bien&lt;br /&gt;seremos uno&lt;br /&gt;sin serlo de verdad&lt;br /&gt;vuelvete socio mio&lt;br /&gt;no me des la contraria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo olvidar&lt;br /&gt;no quiero recordarlo&lt;br /&gt;no puedo pedir perdón&lt;br /&gt;no quiero perdonarlo&lt;br /&gt;quiero pero no puedo&lt;br /&gt;dejar de amarlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-8120406565510832521?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/8120406565510832521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=8120406565510832521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/8120406565510832521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/8120406565510832521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2009/09/sin-amor-es-mejor.html' title='Sin amor es mejor'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru6RpHTBHI/AAAAAAAAABI/7zvX8aRLL1Q/s72-c/758920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-3858376987653809274</id><published>2009-09-23T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:27:52.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno de nosotros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru6Feq_PUI/AAAAAAAAABA/XeNAjdBmY3s/s1600-h/s590741433_2050400_7066168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru6Feq_PUI/AAAAAAAAABA/XeNAjdBmY3s/s320/s590741433_2050400_7066168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385102382747041090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien es Dios?&lt;br /&gt;La pregunta que muchos ignoran y otros simplemente no la quieren hacer. Si es nuestro creador, quien lo creó a el?, o siempre estuvo pero entonces desde que tiempo es siempre?, y si dios nunca existió? y solo es una explicación presurosa de nuestra creación, tal vez está dentro de cada uno o es uno de nosotros, un humano cualquiera, con pecados y lo único diferente es que conoce el secreto del mas allá, no lo sé, lo único que sé es que sea quien sea o no sea, fue tan poderoso que nos puso a pensar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-3858376987653809274?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/3858376987653809274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=3858376987653809274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/3858376987653809274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/3858376987653809274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2009/09/uno-de-nosotros.html' title='Uno de nosotros'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru6Feq_PUI/AAAAAAAAABA/XeNAjdBmY3s/s72-c/s590741433_2050400_7066168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571267730585504350.post-5947977297282305096</id><published>2009-09-23T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:25:03.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viaje Imaginario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru5bjlc2iI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xcuJB7PUBJg/s1600-h/6143959s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru5bjlc2iI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xcuJB7PUBJg/s320/6143959s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385101662511487522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacer un viaje&lt;br /&gt;a ese mundo paralelo&lt;br /&gt;ke tiene escrito mi destino,&lt;br /&gt;para saber quien es esa persona&lt;br /&gt;ke me va a amar solo a mi y a nadie mas,&lt;br /&gt;aunque no se el camino ke debo seguir,&lt;br /&gt;entonces solo me kedare sentada&lt;br /&gt;en la nube de mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;hasta escuchar a ese alguien&lt;br /&gt;gritándome lo ke kiero escuchar,&lt;br /&gt;y cuando eso pase&lt;br /&gt;los dos iremos a buscar&lt;br /&gt;el camino del mundo soñado&lt;br /&gt;y nunca encontrado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero y si ya aparecio?..&lt;br /&gt;y lo deje pasar en mi momento de locura?...&lt;br /&gt;pues ke me lo diga en este momento,&lt;br /&gt;para poder dejar de ir al negocio de sicoLocos&lt;br /&gt;ke usan mi experiencia de vida por sus bienes economicos&lt;br /&gt;y no por ayudar,&lt;br /&gt;porke solo en ese momento de claridad&lt;br /&gt;podré decir ke es la persona idónea para mi,&lt;br /&gt;y mi corazon dejará de estar incompleto,&lt;br /&gt;tendré la última pieza de ese rompecabezas&lt;br /&gt;ke no me dejaba descansar&lt;br /&gt;ni ser feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4571267730585504350-5947977297282305096?l=primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/feeds/5947977297282305096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4571267730585504350&amp;postID=5947977297282305096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/5947977297282305096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4571267730585504350/posts/default/5947977297282305096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primeraestrelladelanoche.blogspot.com/2009/09/viaje-imaginario.html' title='Viaje Imaginario'/><author><name>pintora de estrellas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08454878144809560147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Srq2iFfeMBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ILpK7bhlAn0/S220/july.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSMkeb4nzoc/Sru5bjlc2iI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xcuJB7PUBJg/s72-c/6143959s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
