<?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-2596790188626106106</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:11:03.315-07:00</updated><category term='sin ver*'/><title type='text'>Podria engañarte si se me diera mentir*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-592293047816053714</id><published>2009-02-21T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:11:16.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SaCKDkPxJMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DSoSQoqFDUk/s1600-h/2161_5464879386287435605_7591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305392154916496578" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SaCKDkPxJMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DSoSQoqFDUk/s320/2161_5464879386287435605_7591_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;¿Cúando fue que el tiempo decidió pisarnos los talones sin dejarnos avanzar?, ¿cúando fue que dejamos de necesitar los besos?, ¿cúando comenzamos a olvidar?...&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/2596790188626106106-592293047816053714?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/592293047816053714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuando-fue-que-el-tiempo-decidio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/592293047816053714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/592293047816053714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuando-fue-que-el-tiempo-decidio.html' title=''/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SaCKDkPxJMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DSoSQoqFDUk/s72-c/2161_5464879386287435605_7591_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-9137362996005958267</id><published>2009-02-21T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:08:12.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamaños*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SaCJSVmdmlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8rkX2wO64F0/s1600-h/Cycling+by+the+sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305391309171563090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SaCJSVmdmlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8rkX2wO64F0/s320/Cycling+by+the+sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y el 'te extraño' es muy grande, y el 'te quiero' es muy chico.&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/2596790188626106106-9137362996005958267?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/9137362996005958267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/tamanos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/9137362996005958267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/9137362996005958267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/tamanos.html' title='Tamaños*'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SaCJSVmdmlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8rkX2wO64F0/s72-c/Cycling+by+the+sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-1491589703130039488</id><published>2009-02-19T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:26:54.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi carrusel*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ5LC93gXxI/AAAAAAAAABs/44TKj4u-ShY/s1600-h/pipee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304759925428215570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ5LC93gXxI/AAAAAAAAABs/44TKj4u-ShY/s320/pipee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Soñando... ? frente a mi...un carrusel de colores brillantesen el cuál, y sin pensarlo, me subí.Mil vueltas yo daba...me dejaba transportar...por un mundo de ilusionespor un paisaje irreal..pero era... tan hermoso...donde el amor y la vida...te hacían soñar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596790188626106106-1491589703130039488?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/1491589703130039488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-carrusel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/1491589703130039488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/1491589703130039488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-carrusel.html' title='Mi carrusel*'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ5LC93gXxI/AAAAAAAAABs/44TKj4u-ShY/s72-c/pipee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-1859783459756058597</id><published>2009-02-19T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:11:21.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi   c o n t a d o r *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4tGSb4YqI/AAAAAAAAABk/pzhoO3fkX3s/s1600-h/1232754964750_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304726997140267682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4tGSb4YqI/AAAAAAAAABk/pzhoO3fkX3s/s320/1232754964750_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si en mi cuenta regresiva, mi contador de dias llega a cero , tendre que asumir que mi sombra se ira, mi alma se desvanecera poco a poco, porque el dia mas temido esta llegando , y sera el dia en que me enamore de ti , el unico aliado que tendre ser mi corazon, pero no durara mucho , porque todo lo bueno tiene un final y ese final lo convertira en nada mas que polvo , si polvo, polvo del amor, polvo del recuerdo, un polvo totalmente magico, un polvo provocado por tu amor, nuestro amor, que ahora descansa en el cielo, porque ya murio. Y sin darme cuena de mi contadoor ya llego a meno cero , tiempo para decir adios al fin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596790188626106106-1859783459756058597?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/1859783459756058597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-c-o-n-t-d-o-r.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/1859783459756058597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/1859783459756058597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-c-o-n-t-d-o-r.html' title='Mi   c o n t a d o r *'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4tGSb4YqI/AAAAAAAAABk/pzhoO3fkX3s/s72-c/1232754964750_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-8103421972392984877</id><published>2009-02-19T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:00:59.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4c50_fhyI/AAAAAAAAABc/xI0TYuTlLKM/s1600-h/1228160498300_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304709190892095266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4c50_fhyI/AAAAAAAAABc/xI0TYuTlLKM/s320/1228160498300_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tenemos memoria, tenemos amigos, tenemos los trenes, la risa, los bares, tenemos la duda y la fe, sumo y sigo, tenemos moteles, garitos, altares. Más de cien palabras, más de cien motivos para no cortarse de un tajo las venas, más de cien pupilas donde vernos vivos, más de cien mentiras que valen la pena. Tenemos un as escondido en la manga, tenemos nostalgia, piedad, insolencia,Tenemos un techo con libros y besos,Tenemos poetas, colgados, canallas, Quijotes y Sanchos, Babel y Sodoma,abuelos que siempre ganaban batallas, caminos que nunca llevaban a Roma.&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/2596790188626106106-8103421972392984877?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8103421972392984877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/tenemos-memoria-tenemos-amigos-tenemos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/8103421972392984877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/8103421972392984877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/tenemos-memoria-tenemos-amigos-tenemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4c50_fhyI/AAAAAAAAABc/xI0TYuTlLKM/s72-c/1228160498300_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-4664292655299503342</id><published>2009-02-19T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:58:47.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4cYVhgKrI/AAAAAAAAABU/dlwgxWEmZGw/s1600-h/1211566129_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304708615509125810" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4cYVhgKrI/AAAAAAAAABU/dlwgxWEmZGw/s320/1211566129_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Estoy perdiendo la nocion del tiempo, los recuerdos del mundo, la sensacion del sol en la piel, el olor a las flores, y las dulces voses de la amistad, estoi a un paso de la locura absoluta.&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/2596790188626106106-4664292655299503342?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/4664292655299503342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/estoy-perdiendo-la-nocion-del-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/4664292655299503342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/4664292655299503342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/estoy-perdiendo-la-nocion-del-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4cYVhgKrI/AAAAAAAAABU/dlwgxWEmZGw/s72-c/1211566129_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-6381966090016914119</id><published>2009-02-19T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:54:15.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>una huella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4bTTYnJDI/AAAAAAAAABM/1gINpE8SduM/s1600-h/n759208201_777418_4590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304707429523989554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4bTTYnJDI/AAAAAAAAABM/1gINpE8SduM/s320/n759208201_777418_4590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dicen quue todos &amp;amp; cada una de las personas que pasaron por tu vida&lt;br /&gt;dejan una huellita,&lt;br /&gt;ya sea malo o bueno lo que hicieron se les debe agradecer,&lt;br /&gt;porquue todos te enseñaron una nueva leccion de vida&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/2596790188626106106-6381966090016914119?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6381966090016914119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/una-huella.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/6381966090016914119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/6381966090016914119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/una-huella.html' title='una huella'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4bTTYnJDI/AAAAAAAAABM/1gINpE8SduM/s72-c/n759208201_777418_4590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-4357515018403724968</id><published>2009-02-19T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:52:25.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La sabiduria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4a3ulOhLI/AAAAAAAAABE/t-bmDC-mB_s/s1600-h/1214267398698_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304706955788321970" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4a3ulOhLI/AAAAAAAAABE/t-bmDC-mB_s/s320/1214267398698_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Es ganarse el respeto de las personas inteligentes y el cariño de los amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Es encontrar lo mejor en los demás.&lt;br /&gt;Es sufrir la traición de una amiga y perdonarla.&lt;br /&gt;Es descubrir la belleza escondida en cada persona.&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/2596790188626106106-4357515018403724968?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/4357515018403724968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-sabiduria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/4357515018403724968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/4357515018403724968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-sabiduria.html' title='La sabiduria'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4a3ulOhLI/AAAAAAAAABE/t-bmDC-mB_s/s72-c/1214267398698_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-178044184632827427</id><published>2009-02-19T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:46:01.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La receta*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4Yb8nKirI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bKOdrDvKHa4/s1600-h/1211054694_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304704279494953650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4Yb8nKirI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bKOdrDvKHa4/s320/1211054694_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Para los errores , perdón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Para los fracasos, nuevas oportunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para los amores imposibles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; tiempo&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/2596790188626106106-178044184632827427?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/178044184632827427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-receta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/178044184632827427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/178044184632827427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-receta.html' title='La receta*'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4Yb8nKirI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bKOdrDvKHa4/s72-c/1211054694_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-5996060346050099162</id><published>2009-02-19T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:39:16.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis dos maquinas del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4X0FSFP6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/PPFsYTpCfL0/s1600-h/1211237870_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304703594627678114" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4X0FSFP6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/PPFsYTpCfL0/s320/1211237870_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Existen dos tipos de maquinas del tiempo :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Las que nos llevan al pasado y se llaman " recuerdos "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Y las que nos transportan al futuro y se llaman " sueños&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/2596790188626106106-5996060346050099162?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5996060346050099162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/mis-dos-maquinas-del-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/5996060346050099162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/5996060346050099162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/mis-dos-maquinas-del-tiempo.html' title='Mis dos maquinas del tiempo'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4X0FSFP6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/PPFsYTpCfL0/s72-c/1211237870_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-2636590696410347909</id><published>2009-02-19T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:37:05.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4XQ6jlQZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5gw1sTs9dRI/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304702990452867474" style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4XQ6jlQZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5gw1sTs9dRI/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quizas en el lugar de nunca jamaz se cumplan todas mis iluciones, aparescan las hadas y me ayudaran a convertirme en princesa, y rescate a mi principe azul que fue secuestrado por una buja malvada, quizas en ese lugar estemos juntos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;para siempre y por siempre&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/2596790188626106106-2636590696410347909?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2636590696410347909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/quizas-en-el-lugar-de-nunca-jamaz-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/2636590696410347909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/2636590696410347909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/quizas-en-el-lugar-de-nunca-jamaz-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4XQ6jlQZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5gw1sTs9dRI/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-1008152171256319408</id><published>2009-02-19T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:33:06.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el te perfecto*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4WVvUQqdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3VZsat0WOs0/s1600-h/1232739487167_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304701973823531474" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4WVvUQqdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3VZsat0WOs0/s320/1232739487167_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Debemos estar completamente atentos al precente para disfrutar de una taza de te.Solo siendo consientes del precente nuetras manos sentiran el calor de la taza.Solo en el precente aspiraremos el aroma del te, saborearemos su dulzura, y llegaremos a apreciar su exquisitez. Si estamos obsecionados por el pasado o preocupados por el futuro, dejaremos escapar la oportunidad de disfrutar de una buena taza de te. Cuando miremos al interior de la taza,su contenido ya habra desaparecido.Con la vida ocurre lo mismo.Si no vivimos plenamente el precente, en un abrir y cerrar de ojos la vida se nos habra escapado.Habremos perdido sus sensaciones,su aroma, su exquisitez y su belleza, y sentiremos que a transcurrido a toda velocidad.El pasado ya es pasado. Aprendemos de el y dejemoslo atraz. El futuro ni tan siquiera ha llegado .Hagamos planes para el futuro, pero no perdamos el tiempo preocupandonos por el.Preocuparse no sirve de nada.Cuando dejamos de pensar en lo que ya ah ocurrido,cuando dejemos de preocuparnos por lo que todavia no ha pasado, estremos en el presente.Solo entonces empezaremos a experimenta la alegria de vivir&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596790188626106106-1008152171256319408?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/1008152171256319408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-te-perfecto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/1008152171256319408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/1008152171256319408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-te-perfecto.html' title='el te perfecto*'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4WVvUQqdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3VZsat0WOs0/s72-c/1232739487167_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-6945091318978031295</id><published>2009-02-19T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:30:08.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4Vop2xNxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NrZ0E_bLX3E/s1600-h/1184432740_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304701199263545106" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4Vop2xNxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NrZ0E_bLX3E/s320/1184432740_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quiero besarte por ultima vez, y saber que jamas volvere a estar tan cerca de tus labios,Quiero convertir los segundos, en horas infinitas, para guardarlas en mi frasco y que jamas se acaben los momentos juntos.Quiero que esto dure para siempre, tanto como una eternidad.Quiero tantas cosas, y lo unico que ocurrira esque lo que quiero, no ocurra.&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/2596790188626106106-6945091318978031295?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6945091318978031295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-besarte-por-ultima-vez-y-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/6945091318978031295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/6945091318978031295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-besarte-por-ultima-vez-y-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4Vop2xNxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NrZ0E_bLX3E/s72-c/1184432740_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-5551227989586466843</id><published>2009-02-19T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:27:45.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>proezas*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4VENVHI_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/pZf6STNTKTM/s1600-h/1227528258220_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304700573130892274" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4VENVHI_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/pZf6STNTKTM/s320/1227528258220_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hay que ver lo que hay detras de la apariencia la vida no es antropomorfica,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;es proezas,ecuaciones, estallidos de energia,de afecto y de deceo. &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/2596790188626106106-5551227989586466843?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5551227989586466843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/proezas_19.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/5551227989586466843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/5551227989586466843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/proezas_19.html' title='proezas*'/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4VENVHI_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/pZf6STNTKTM/s72-c/1227528258220_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596790188626106106.post-2206462246005985566</id><published>2009-02-19T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:20:49.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin ver*'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4S_Z_4pZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SSJzEFCChLQ/s1600-h/1220318005681_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304698291608921490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4S_Z_4pZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SSJzEFCChLQ/s320/1220318005681_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aprende a creer sin tener que ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aprende a sonreir y a tener fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Aprende a amar sin un porque . &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2596790188626106106-2206462246005985566?l=nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2206462246005985566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/aprende-creer-sin-tener-que-ver-aprende.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/2206462246005985566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2596790188626106106/posts/default/2206462246005985566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nopuedoenamorarmedeti.blogspot.com/2009/02/aprende-creer-sin-tener-que-ver-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>Un corazon podrido de latir*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02740891445355362016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CnZbxwffDxc/SZ4S_Z_4pZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SSJzEFCChLQ/s72-c/1220318005681_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
